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Fyre Festival

Me: Okay, guys. Ya’ll had a rough trip 

Rich people: *fervent noises of agreement*

Me: There were some problems with resource allocation and structural support

Rich people: *more agreement*

Me: And you started stealing things, setting stuff on fire, being chaotic and angry

Rich people: *some shuffling of feet, guilty glances, a few nods*

Me: So HOPEFULLY you have learned that when people (for example those who are not rich) steal things, damage property, and are angry and loud, they are not by default Bad People who do Bad Things because they’re Just Evil. They are often reacting to stress, the system failing them, resources being sparse, being disappointed at being cheated- just as you were. This can be a learning experience for you.

Rich people: What

106 w/ Peter Maximoff

106. “Did you just lick the side of my face?”  “I claimed you.”

Requested by @dunbarkiss


You walked through the halls of the school listening to everyone talk about what happened in their previous class and what they’re currently watching on TV. You haven’t seen your boyfriend all day, which wasn’t strange since he would run past and kiss you on your cheek before running somewhere else.

Every time he kissed you, it would feel like a warm buzz since he ran so fast.

You heard people shuffling and moving out the way, and then a gust of wind, which meant one thing. Peter. Expecting your normal kiss on the cheek, you kept walking. Like usual, you felt the buzz on your cheek. Except this one wasn’t warm. 

It was wet.

“Peter!” You screeched, drawing attention to yourself. 

He appeared next to you in an instant. “Yes?”

“Did you just lick the side of my face?” You questioned, wiping your cheek with your sleeve.

“I claimed you.” He said with a lopsided smirk.

“What?” You asked.

“I. Claimed. You,” He said slowly. “Our friend, Chris, over there,” He nodded behind you, “Was staring at you and I didn’t like it. I decided to show him that you’re mine.”

A smile slowly crept it’s way on to your face as you registered what he just said. “Peter Maximoff, are you jealous?” You challenged, raising your eyebrow.

He scoffed. “Why would I be jealous? I mean I’m a model compared to him. But just to make it clear,” He leaned in. “If I see another guy look at you like that, I’m picking you up and running away to the Bahamas.”

You laughed at his response. “I could do with a holiday. And just to make it clear,” You mimicked his words. “I would never leave you for Chris or any other guy.”

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basketball player!jungkook

author’s note: this is part of a sports series with my girl @wangpuppo (: and a request from one of my cute anonies that i miss. also, the bit with meeting a cute boy in philosophy happened irl and inspired this so heh enjoy!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • meet jeon jungkook, power forward of seoul university and computer science major extraordinaire
  • you would think from the size of his thighs and his arms that he was a hockey player but he assures anyone that it’s really just a hobby for him and that basketball actually has his heart
  • his mom is actually the reason how he got acquainted with the sport bc a little before he was born, she was actually a college player with a semi-pro spot ready for her until she met his dad who was actually the waterboy
  • they shyly flirted with one another until some of her teammates locked them in a supply room closet together bc it was so unbearable for everyone else to deal with their feelings (lol) so by the time they were out of the closet they were together and happily so
  • however, come around their final year in college when things go kinda wrong and she ends up pregnant with baby jeon and of course they’re ecstatic but holy shit they haven’t even graduated yet and they’re gonna have a baby and well…. she didn’t go onto the semi-pro team and jeon’s dad did his best to work hard for them while she finished getting her degree WHILE nursing jungkook for 9 months
  • to say the least mama and papa jeon managed to get through the whole ordeal with degrees
  • by the time they graduated, baby jungkook was born and he became the light of their lives and despite their initial struggles they did their best to provide the family and make it as comfortable as they could for him because dammit they brought him into this world, they wanted to make him live well too
  • the comfort of their lives came the moment papa jeon scored a position as a nutritionist and mama jeon became a physical therapist so that’s how jungkook got acquainted with the world of fitness and finding interest in the way his parents could take care of people
  • however, the moment he fell in love with basketball was when he saw his mom’s basketball tapes. all the glorious videos of her scoring that winning shot and zooming around the court with such swiftness and agility he damn near got whiplash from trying to keep up
  • and from that moment on, he wanted to play too
  • of course, his parents were very ecstatic about that and enrolled him in a community team and he excelled so damn quickly
  • for the next nineteen years of his life, he played basketball and loved every damn second of it and along the way he found an interest in computers too. (let’s just say he read a few books that his high school computer teacher gave him and he was determined to take apart a computer and put it back together - he succeeded) and so that is why he has a full ride to SU with a basketball scholarship as a compsci major
  •  anywho, seeing jungkook on the court is honestly a sight because you would expect him to be stomping around, too slow for the muscle all over his body, but jfc no he is so goddamn quick and agile. he could be on one side of the court and somehow end up right in front of the opposing member to block for his teammate to make that shot
  • he’s a great team player really, not much for the glory and usually to himself, but on a handful of occasions he’ll surprise even his members with a half-court shot
  • he doesn’t care much for the glory of the winning shot, just the feeling that basketball gives him when he’s on the court, gaining callouses from the ball, and running around until he can’t seem to feel his calves and god the happiness on his parents’ face always gets to him
  • so yeah, that’s jungkook as a basketball player - a really sweet and hardworking boy who loves to make his parents happy and to make his teammates happy too
  • remember how i mentioned how he’s a compsci major?
  • well, you’re actually a compsci minor because you find computers really fascinating and cool and unfortunately quite a few others do too so it leaves you two at a disadvantage as first years compared to the upperclassmen so you’re both resorted to taking these random General Education (GE) classes i.e intro to philosophy
  • it’s hard not to notice jungkook that’s for sure, especially when he’s lugging around his sports bag and when he’s cute as all hell in your honest opinion
  • you once told this to your friends and they never let you down about it either. honestly they’d tell you when he’d walk in or try and get you to sit by him but the closest you’ve ever gotten was probably sitting one person away and that was on the final exam day
  • on a few occasions you two would actually inadvertently glance at one another during your discussion (dear god none of your friends let you live, best believe that) but you were always too shy to approach him and he was actually quite shy himself because let’s face it baby boy is a shy nugget who only knows basketball and comp sci and some philosophy (barely tho lol but it’s okay cuz you knew the bare minimum too)
  • anyway, that quarter you didn’t get to know him as you wished and both of you ended up regretting that because damn y’all thought each other was cute. for him it was especially seeing you laugh with your friends and for you it was that little perplexed expression on his face when the professor would mention soundness and the theories about the concepts and dshgjds yeah you really wished you had taken that chance to tell him he was cute on the last day like you initially planned but was too chicken to do
  • but guess what?
  • the next quarter you see him in your intro to computers class and somehow you two end up seated by one another and although there’s no seating chart, it just becomes a thing that this is that person’s seat the moment they sit there more than twice and so you both are seated not too far from one another
  • your hair is a slight mess and your eyes are puffy while you sip your coffee and he looks fairly content albeit sleepy with his hood drawn up and you both don’t even realize it’s each other until hour two of the lab goes by
  • you’re both starting to wake up and looking around at each other cuz people are shuffling around and some are moving closer toward one another and then it strikes you that the kid with slightly ruffled hair is very familiar and then it hits you and you’re just like “wow ok holy shit cute person from that philosophy class!!!!”
  • but this isn’t enough to get you two to start talking to each other
  • that self-established seating chart has already set in notion and so there’s no honest chance in getting to know him from that and so you kinda give up because you’re very sure he probably doesn’t remember you and dammit your TA is standing over your shoulder staring at your codes with narrowed eyes (rip you but he was just playin’ cuz he liked what you had)
  • this whole exchange isn’t to say you both never talk because on this chance encounter of finding out why he lugs that damn nike bag around all the time comes full circle
  • so you do work at the infirmary, usually filing papers and the like since it’s sort of the track for your major and on a particular day comes in jungkook!
  • he looks like he’s in a lot of pain clutching his shoulder and the nurse gets him to do the necessary papers and shovels him off to the doctor who tells him that he has a pretty bad fracture and he won’t be able to play for the rest of the season (at least that’s what they think)
  • reason: some asshole from one of the other teams hit him a little too hard after one too many unnecessary roughness calls and on this blow jungkook fell a little too hard and too awkward for it to just be another minor bruise and yeah :(
  • he’s pretty devastated about this and he has to go through a bunch of testing and whatnot and as an assistant you usually run around making copies until you have to hand off some paperwork for him to fill out
  • prior to this, you noticed how most of his appointments took up his time during the labs and the lectures so you nicely set a copy of your notes with his, adding in things you figured he might need to know from the lecture since he was unable to attend and the moment he receives the large stack his eyes grow wide
  • and you’re like “oh so i remember you from my comp sci class and i figured you might these notes… -oh and those are just basic info that the doctor wanted you to sign off on and the like”
  • he blinks at you, still pretty surprised at your kindness (and totally not freaking out that such a cute person is chatting from him aka the same one he’s wanted to talk to for a while) but he flashes you a small smile (and omg you love it so much) and thanks you
  • coincidentally most of your volunteer shifts are during his appointments and whatnot so you talk every now and then, usually about the notes and eventually about your majors
  • the doctors and the nurses think it’s absolutely adorable so sometimes they let you two chat a little longer than usual just for young love to bloom <3
  • this exchange goes on from some time until he finds the guts to ask for your number when you hand him the large stack of notes in this rushed blurting of words i.e. “soumiwaswonderingificould-maybe-getyournumber??”
  • you: “wait what”
  • he looks down, cheeks quite pink, “can i -um- get your number? since y’know we have comp sci together so it’d be easier to like study for exams and talk about it and stuff…. yeah….”
  • you grin and nod, scribbling it onto one of the notes and the two of you can’t deny the butterflies and erratically beating hearts y’all have going on
  • you both see each other during his check-ups but he’s healing quite quickly thanks to having such strong bones so he may not be out for the rest of the season like they thought thankfully and so when he’s fine and his check-ups are less and less
  • so along the way, you two end up talking day by day even sitting by one another in your comp lecture because you’re semi-friends now and it’s just nice to have someone you know in that class since none of your other friends were interested in comp sci like you so nowadays you’ll text one another about the class and how your days are and those little butterflies emerge whenever you wait for his text or receive a response and you’re just like “dsjghsdjgshdgs”
  • little do you know he’s honestly the same exact way and his roommates jimin and taehyung are always like “???? WHO DAT? :D” and jungkook’s like “lol gtfo bye”
  • anyway, one day you text him about the upcoming final bc you’ll be damned if you miss out on your chance to actually ask his kid out and studying together and he agrees but it’d have to be after his practice and you ask him about his shoulder and if he’ll be good to play at championships
  • and he’s like “oh yah!”
  • and you’re like “o: woah, can i come watch? i haven’t gone to a game and i wanna see you play. prolly treat ya out if you win”
  • and ok, at first he’s a lil’ shy but he says “ok sure, just say you’re with me at the door” and you do and jin (the RA)’s at the entrance like “O: WHAT MY FLOOR CHILD HAS A GIRLFRIEND, THAT PUNK KSJHFJS” but before he can say anything else one of jungkook’s buds urges you to sit by the front and you do until you see jungkook and he looks so nervous, glancing around until his eyes settle on you and he just flashes you a grin and wave which you return as well
  • the game is going by swimmingly and you can’t help but watch jungkook especially because even though he’s the power forward he’s also very conscious of his shoulder which you were extremely worried about until you feel like you can finally breathe when your school wins and you stand with the crowd cheering like crazy
  • out of everyone tho he actually approaches you first with a grin and you’re congratulating him and he feels so elated he really just wants to take you up in his arms and kiss you tbh but he has self control and mercy bc he’s sweating like crazy
  • ngl tho he looks crazy attractive in your opinion
  • anywayy, as you two are talking since you did tell him that you’d buy him food on his win, the rest of the team’s like “yooo kook! party at jackson’s!!!! you in??”
  • and although you’re disappointed you tell him you won’t mind if he goes but he turns to you and says with a grin “nah i got plans already” and jsdkghsjgh the team goes “oOOOOoooooOoooo” but y’all ignore them and he goes “i’ll be back ok? gonna get cleaned up and we can get food?”
  • so you’re content to wait by the locker room for him, grinning af bc holy shit the cute boy you really wanted to get to know last quarter is going to dinner with you!!!!!
  • meanwhile jungkook’s so nervous and stuff cuz he plans on confessing and stuff since it just seems right and his teammates clap him on the back like “yo you got this bro!!!!!!! goood luck tho jin definitely sent him some salty messages and warnings to be safe ahahaha
  • and ok so y’all go to dinner at this nice ramen shop and it’s really great! and you two are laughing your asses off about how this one time oneo f his roomates taehyung got stuck in between the washing machines because he was so certain he could fit and how they had to call the fire department to get the boy loose and yeah ahaha
  • and he’s just in awe with how damn beautiful you look when your laughing and he just blurts out “you have a really nice laugh” when you ask him why he’s staring and you’re like “o: oh thank you…. you do too”
  • and he says “i wanna hear you laugh more and be the reason why you do….” he lets out a deep sigh, appearing a lot more nervous than before, “i like you a lot. i think you’re incredibly cute and i love that you love compsci as much as i do and talking to you these past few weeks have made me happy and god i really wanted to kiss you after the game but i didn’t want to scare you and i feel like this is a lot less eloquent than in my head so i’m sorry”
  • and you’re just in awe because damn you really planned on confessing first but you can’t deny the smile spreading on your face and you tell him “kook, i like you too. and i’d really like it if you kissed me, by the way”
  • and he’s all wide eyed but he grins and after y’all eat and you’re strolling around the city with his arm draped over your shoulders, you guys stop at the top where it overlooks the city lights and on a particular moment when you both are still and quiet and glancing at one another you lean in and do it
  • and it leads to a shocked expression on his face but he lets go of your shoulders and puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you again
  • and ahh it’s just so damn sweet and neither of you can stop grinning because damn it really worked out as you both hoped
  • dating jungkook entails a lot of visits to his practices after you’re done with volunteering where you’ll come by with ice packs and water and snacks and usually you’ll bring enough snacks for the others who absolutely adore you for that
  • you also have a tendency to fuss over him whenever he overexerts himself because he’s a very big overachiever in sports and academics and sometimes you gotta threaten to withdraw your kisses and affections just to get him to settle down honestly
  • his roommates were so happy to hear how things turned out for you two and they go out of their way to tease him whenever you’re around and dear god Jin
  • well when he found out you two got together, he saw y’all holding hands and he literally sat you both in the lounge, brought out some snacks and just chatted with you
  • to jungkook, this was horrendous but you loved chatting with jin because he’d lay out a bunch of things about kook like how he isn’t the cleanliest and you shouldn’t be surprised to find anything and everything under his bed and how there was one time when jungkook spent an hour googling how to work the washer and dryer were right by the bulletin board in the room and that’s when kook lost it and dragged you away
  • it was then decided that jin approved of you tho
  • bc after the season when everyone is still training after, jungkook’s shoulder was bothering him and he refused to admit that he might’ve overexerted it and you stormed over to the dorm and scolded him for not taking proper care of himself before running around just to grab some ice packs and just a mini kit of dealing with this brat and jin just knew that you’d take care of this kid so he leaves y’all be and even closes the door to the dorm tho you pay no attention as kook starts opening up to you
  • even on days when he feels his worst like he feels like everyone depends on him and he’s not sure if his abilities are good enough since his shoulder’s constantly bothering him and all you think to do is give him words of advice and kissing him to let him know that he isn’t alone
  • because although you count on him, you want to be there to support him and well…. jimin and taehyung aren’t in the room and with the ice pack on his shoulder, you climb atop the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him with more and more fervor that he reciprocates
  • you convince him to let you take care of him and you do indeed~
  • the one day he actually loses a game (bc hey no ones perfect) and you’re there doing your best to comfort him he just tells you how much he loves you and is grateful for you being there
  • and holy shit this is the first he’s told you this, you tell him you love him too and god he looks significantly happier
  • on days when you’re at your worst, he tries his best to get your mind of it, taking you on walks to your favorite places and carrying you when you’re too tired
  • other days he’ll even forgo practice, finding the frog leaps on the stairs worth it, when he can pick you up after your volunteer shift just to surprise you with snacks and a semi-well made bento box and boba and it’s just so damn sweet ok
  • you and jungkook manage to complement one another in the best way possible and when you’re both overexerting yourselves you’re there for one another to tell each other to chill
  • to say the least, both of y’all have never been more grateful for a philosophy class even if you both suffered incessantly in that damn class

anonymous asked:

MARK BYRON BRYANT HAHAHAHAHAHA LAME i love him i love you lauren

Listen, I know. He hates it. 

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They’re Going To Be Happy – an upbeat Johnlock playlist

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A playlist for two smart idiots who are in love, and will get their happy ending someday… and for the fandom that’s usually filled with angst, but believes in that future happiness.

I love angsty playlists as much as the next person, but sometimes you really need upbeat, happy music to listen to as you think about your ship. There’s not an overabundance of playlists like this for Johnlock–for obvious reasons–so I decided to make one. Songs are about either one or both of their POVs. All of it’s fairly upbeat, and a solid 85% of it is happy. (The rest is an homage to the end of s2 + s3.)

I hope it brings you as much joy as it brings me! Go forth, have fun listening to a beautiful story arc, picture these two running around solving cases while pining, think about how they’re so in love, and remember that eventually they’re going to be happy. :)

Have You Ever Seen a Man Break

Request: “Part 2 of Have you seen a heart shatter please!! It was so beautifully heart breaking oml we need a happy ending;_;” among other sweet reblogs and messages from all of you :)

Word Count: 2,521

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by many. This is the sequel to Have You Ever Seen a Heart Shatter. Here is Part 3 to the series.

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


Wind chimes dance and ring against one another in the slight breeze. You latch the screen door behind you and step onto the front porch, glass of iced tea slipping between your fingers, drips of condensation roll down the side of the glass and burst against the red wood beneath your feet. Songbirds chirp in the nearby bushes, passing news of some new visitor rumbling past the house in a flawless black vehicle.

You fall onto the two-person porch swing and pull your knees up as the world rambles on around you and the lazy birds. The smell of orchids and freshly turned dirt float by as another short gust of wind sends the wind chime tinkling again. The evening summer sun rains down onto you, warming your cold bones, loosening your tense shoulders.

A sigh drifts out of your mouth as you tilt your head back and close your eyes. Who knew the south could be so peaceful?

Cicadas buzz in the fields across the road as another car thunders past and spits pebbles out everywhere. The entire world is at peace here and has been since you arrived eight days before.

The only missing piece is Newt’s laugh. Which, you remind yourself before the tears can nip at your eyelids, you are perfectly okay with never hearing again.

“Get up.”

“Can’t you see I’m busy, Rosa?”

Your little sister wraps her bony hand around your wrist and tries to jerk you forward. “I’m serious. Get up.”

You pull your arm from her grip and frown. “Are you okay?”

“No. We need to go. Now.”

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If It’s You (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @sunshinehobi7. Hope you like it Rachel!

Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fratboy Hoseok, fluff, smut and a little angst thrown in for good measure heh heh

Word count: 7, 205 words


Crossing the threshold of the house felt like stepping into a different world. The music was so loud it felt like the whole place was thumping in time with the beats. It was not usually your scene but when your roommate, Amy, asked if you wanted to go to the party with her she didn’t have much persuading to do. You had just finished your finals, you deserved a break and socialise after being cooped up with books for so long and maybe kick back a beer or two.

So here you were. You smiled and greeted the other students you knew as you delved further into the house, letting Amy lead you to the spacious living room. It didn’t feel very big now that it was packed with a large amount of people chatting and dancing with no organisation whatsoever as it typically was at this sort of gathering.

An hour or so later found you still in the same room, not having moved much from your original spot where you leaned against the wall, talking to some of your friends about plans for the break. Your legs were aching from standing too long and you’d give anything to be able to sit down on the couch you were sure was in the middle of the room somewhere, but so many people had been crowding it that you hadn’t even been able to see it most of the time.

Then a group of people finally shuffled off to gift you with a view of the couch. However, it wasn’t the furniture that caught your attention, but the people sitting on it. One particular person, to be exact. The people flanking him on either side did not matter to you; you were instantly drawn to the man sprawled on the couch, his body lean and relaxed. His hair was not quite blonde, perhaps it was the lighting in the room playing tricks on you but it looked peach; a colour you’d brand silly on anyone else, but on him it seemed fitting and suited to his tanned skin.

He tilted his head right at that moment and caught your eye. That was when you decided that just as his hair colour suited his tan, his slightly darkened skin matched the sunny smile that he flashed you even more. The curve of your lips hitched upwards reflexively as you returned his intense gaze with your own that was filled with wonder. Never had you felt so drawn to someone before, and it was not just his looks either, because you’d met guys who were drop dead gorgeous yet didn’t feel the pull that you were experiencing now.

You were unsure if he thought that you were as magnetic as you found him to be, but you knew that his gaze was piercing you longer than necessary, spanning almost a minute before he leaned on his side to say something to the girl sitting next to him, never taking his eyes off of you. The girl’s expression took on a look of surprise, then she nodded and walked out of the room. His grin turned into one of proud triumph as he patted the vacant seat, motioning for you to come over and take it.

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Unrequited Requited Love Pt. 2

warnings: possible second hand embarrassment 

words: 1,365

pairing: peter parker x reader, flash x reader

part one

a/n: thanks to everyone who requested a part two for this!! I wrote it on no sleep so if you see any errors please point them out to me! :) I really appreciate your feedback! it really helps motivate me to write more for this amazing character. requests are open!

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Drunk Dialling

Originally posted by soaimagines

Originally posted by tswiftdirectioner

Request:

 Imagine your away on business and Chibs calls you because Juice is having an anxiety attack and wants you

Imagine being away on business and Chibs calls you to come home cause Juice is drunk and only wants you.

I combined these two requests cause they were so similar, I hope y’all don’t mind x also sorry these ones took me so long 

Also I am having total mind blanks when it comes to naming these so I apologise for the shitty titles lol

Text in bold is text messages x

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‘I miss you babe. 😔’
You smiled at the message on your screen and quickly typed back.
‘I miss you more, Juan Carlos x’
Maybe it was attachment issues, maybe you were both ridiculously needy or maybe you were just two kids in love. Either way, neither of you were coping well with the sudden distance between you.
Ever since you had met Juice seven months ago you had been practically inseperable. It had started with countless nights spent in each others arms and eventually grown into a solid relationship. He had been warned by his brothers not to rush into anything, especially asking you to be his old lady. But when the boys had seen you two together they knew they had nothing to worry about. You were perfect for each other. You were his old lady and he was crazy about you. So crazy, in fact, that the second you had gotten into the cab to head for your business trip he was already sending you messages.
But it was only for two more days. Two down, two to go. And you would be home.
Juice hadn’t been very pleased when you had arrived home from the office and told him about your business trip.
Four days in the city. That was all. You could do it.
‘Impossible. Come home baby x’
You slid into the hotel bed and pulled the covers up around your neck as you typed back a message.
‘I wish, Juicy. Not long to go tho babe. I love you’
You curled your body into a ball and pulled the covers over your head.
The hotel was nice, the company had really gone all out. But it wasn’t home, and seeing the pristine room with the decorative cushions and generic paintings on the walls, and the sounds of the bustling nightlife below was a constant reminder that you weren’t in Charming.
It had been a big day, your boss had managed to cram eight meetings in and you were drained.
You came out of your blanket cocoon only to grab the remote and turn on the television mounted on the wall. But you didn’t watch the images flickering on the tv, you buried your head back under the sheets.
You fell asleep to the muffled sounds of traffic and a soap opera, oblivious to the text messages from Juice blowing up your phone.


The loud ringing of your phone woke you up and you groaned, your eyes squinting shut as the bright light of the screen in the dark room nearly blinded you.
Incoming call from Juice.
“You better have a good reason for waking me up, Ortiz.”
“Baaaaabyyyyy!!!”
You raised an eyebrow and stifled a yawn as you rolled over.
The alarm clock on the bedside table read 3.47am.
“Are you drunk Juicy?” You grumbled into the phone.
“Nope!”
“Really?”
“I mean I might have had a couple of drinks. Two. Maybe three.”
You rolled your eyes but a grin came on your face. You could never stay mad at Juice for long and drunk Juice was always adorable,
“Is that why you calling me at 3.47 in the morning?”
“I missed you.” He slurred.
“I miss you too, Juice.”
“Come home.”
You laughed and rolled on to your back and stared at the ceiling and the patterns dancing across it from the tv you had failed to turn off.
“I’ll be home tomorrow night babe.”
“Okay.” Juice said loudly.
“Okay?”
“I’ll come to you baby I’ll be there soon.”
“Juice.”
“Please babygirl, I need you.”
You sighed and chewed your lip. “I know baby.”
You could practically hear him pouting through the phone and it took another half hour before you finally convinced him to get some rest. Eventually he said goodnight and you hung up the phone.
It was 4.15am now and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, so you threw the covers back and headed for the shower.
One more sleep, and you could go back to Charming.


“And so, going off the data we gathered it seems that bringing more business back to Charming could benefit not only us, but the entire state of California.”
Your boss nodded approvingly at your words before taking over and addressing the rest of the people in the meeting.
You shuffled the papers in front of you when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.
You ignored it, knowing without checking that it would be Juice. He had already called you twice this morning and you had been forced to put your phone on vibrate so that his calls wouldn’t disturb any more meetings.
The phone went through to voicemail and you cleared your throat, trying to focus on the words your boss was saying.
The vibrating began again and you took a deep breath.
Juan fucking Carlos.
But a quick glance down to the screen proved you wrong.
Chibs’ name appeared at the top of the screen and worry instantly filled your heart.
Your boss had finished talking when you stood.
“I’m sorry, Ive got to take this.”
Your boss nodded and you excused yourself, shooting down your pencil skirt as you left the office.
As soon as the door was closed behind you you lifted the phone to your ear.
“Chibs? Whats wrong? Is Juice okay? Whats happened? Is he-“
“Calm down, lass.”
You took a deep breath.
“Is he okay?”
“Aye, physically he’s fine, love.”
You could sense the ‘but’ in his tone of voice.
“He needs you back here, (y/n). I’m sorry to call ye like this but you’ve gotta come home. We cant take anymore of this.”
You leant against the wall, a sense of relief rushing through you.
So he wasn’t hurt.
But you knew Juice suffered from severe anxiety attacks and by the way Chibs was speaking you knew things must be bad.
“I cant come home yet, Chibby.”
“Look, sweetheart. He’s rearranged everything in the clubhouse and I’m worried if he doesn’t stop whistling soon Jackie boy might send him unprotected into Mayan territory.”
You smirked into the phone. Whistling was a habit anxious Juice had picked up a while back and even though you loved him dearly, his whistling drove you mad.
“Keep him safe a little while longer? I’ll leave soon.”
“Aye. Hurry, love. I don’t think Happys too impressed with his whistling either.”
You laughed and thanked the Scot before hanging up the phone.
You had just slid it into your pocket when your boss walked out of the office.
“Everything okay?”
“Not really.”
You put your years of drama lessons in high school to work, and within seconds you had fake tears running down your cheeks.
“Its my dog, umm..Tiggy. He’s sick.”  It wasn’t really a lie.
Your boss wrapped an arm around your shoulders and squeezed you comfortingly.
“I need to get her to the vet.”
“Of course, (y/n). Take all the time you need.”
“Thank you.”
“I hope Tiggy gets better soon.”
“Me too.”
You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand and turned away, heading for your hotel room.
“Me too.” You repeated, smirking to yourself.


The cab pulled up in front of your house and the driver turned to you.
You could tell by the expression on his face that he was questioning why a woman dressed all in a business suit would be stopping at a house that was blasting 90’s rap music, but he accepted your payment and helped you get your bags out of the boot.
It was mid afternoon and the sun was still beaming down on you as you hauled your bags to the front door.
The music was so loud that Juice didn’t hear the front door open and you ditched your bags in the living room before kicking off your high heels.
You pulled your hair out of the slick bun you had been wearing all day and treaded across the carpet.
Following the strong smell of bleach that was drifting through the house you made your way to the bathroom.
Juice was shirtless, wearing sweatpants and yellow rubber gloves.
The bathroom was spotless and sparkling, and you wondered how many times in the last three days had he cleaned this room.
He was scrubbing the tiles in the shower, his back turned and you smiled to yourself as you studied his back muscles tensing as he worked.
A bucket of water sat in the centre of the room and you crept inane dipped your hands in the hot water.
“What the fuck?”
Juice practically yelled as he felt drips of water being flicked onto his bare skin.
He turned and when he saw you he nearly kicked the bucket across the room.
“Babe!”
He wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you tight against his body and burying your face in his chest.
“Cant. Breathe!”
“Sorry.” He smiled at you sheepishly and released his grip on you.
“You missed a spot.” You said, pointing to a spot on the wall behind him.
“Where?” There was panic in his voice and he turned to the wall with wide eyes.
You instantly felt guilty but you tore your shirt from your body, exposing your bra.
He turned back to you, his brows furrowed but when he saw your half naked body he licked his lips.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, baby.” He whispered, his hands grabbing hold of your hips.
“Why don’t you show me how much, Juicy?” You reached on your tiptoes and pulled his lips to yours.
Juice leant forward, reaching down and lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.
He growled and you squealed as he arrived you to the bedroom and threw you onto the bed.


“Please don’t leave me again.”
You looked up at him, from your spot in the nook of his arm while the two of you were curled up together, naked in the sheets.
“i won’t, baby.”
He kissed the top of your head and traced patterns on your shoulder with his fingers.
“Im not.. good on my own.”
You sat up and took hold of his face, forcing him to look at you.
“Juan Carlos Ortiz, you ,listen to me. I am here. I will always be here.”
“But what if your boss wants to take you on another trip? Or you get sick of me? Or-“
You pressed your lips against his, silencing him. You left them there till you felt him relax and you pulled away.
“I’m not going anywhere. And if my boss wants to go away I’ll just tell him that our dog is sick and I cant leave him.”
“We don’t have a dog.”
You smiled.
“Not yet.”

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A/N: I thought this request was so funny I was drinking my water and it almost came out of my nose! My favorite dorky James Potter :’)


I angrily shoved the portrait of the Fat Lady aside and stomped into the common room.Everything in the room went quiet and heads shot up from behind couches to look at me. I ignored everyone and collapsed on a couch, burying my face in my hands. All the fights I had with my boyfriend finally reached the point where it was too much, and we ended up breaking up. 

“Clear out.” I heard James, one of my best friends, whisper, and I heard the sound of people getting up and shuffling out of the room. 

James sunk into the couch and sighed. 

“So it finally happened, huh?”

“Yeah.” I let tears flow down my face, knowing that it was only me and James in the room. 

“Hey, hey,” James pulled me into him, “You know what, it’s his loss, okay? Fuck him.” I looked up at James and saw him rethinking his words, “No, no–don’t fuck him. Don’t fuck him– that’s not what I meant. Fuck me-that’s, yeah. But fuck him, he’s an asshole.”

I lightly laughed as James stumbled over his words, turning red, and lay my head back down on his shoulder. 

“Thanks for trying, James.”

James chuckled and replied, “Anything for you, y/n.”

anonymous asked:

Whose hands are whose in your latest art piece? It's so beautiful but I can only tell that the ones with gloves are Keith lol

Oh dear, that’s not good on my part! I’m sorry for the confusion! 

For the image with the blue background, it’s Lance and Allura’s hands!
For the image with the red background, it’s Keith and Lance’s hands! 

The message was kind of meant to convey the transfer of the lions between paladins, so blue between Lance and Allura, red between Keith and Lance, and then black, where Shiro isn’t present for Keith. 

I hope this clears things up more! Thank you so much for your message, friend! 

cereal in a bag (peter parker x reader)

this is my first peter fic / imagine so b nice to me, feel free to request anything to me via ask! this will have a sequel if you like it btw! enjoy!

contains: pure fluff

summary: you and peter end up sitting together on the bus home, which leads to lots of blushing, giggles, and dancing together at a park 

word count: 2.2k

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You hated the back of the bus. It was stuffy and crowded and no matter how far you pushed your earphones in, you could still hear everyone shouting over each other. The smell of week-old gym shirts and dust burnt your nostrils, and you let out a groan.

Normally, you’d just walk home, or your dad would pick you up, but today it was cold and your dad was busy, and hence your place in a stained bus-seat with your backpack by your side as you hoped with every fiber in your being that nobody would sit next to you. The bus was already filling up, a few people shuffling closer to the windows and pushing their bags to the edge of their seats. People continued walking down the aisle and finding places beside friends or strangers. It seemed that most people had their set spots on the bus. The seat that was theirs, but not really theirs. You were sure the one you were sitting in belonged to someone when a tall girl with long hair and manicured fingertips glared at you and settled to sit in the seat behind you.

You started to wonder if dropping to the floor and crawling underneath everybody’s legs to the exit would be worth it, and decided it wasn’t when you remembered you ran out of laundry detergent last week, and these were your only clean sweatpants. You sighed, sitting up and craning your neck to see how many more people could possibly be boarding the bus at this point.

There was only one more person in the aisle, a rushed look on his face as he counted out his coins and offered them to the driver. After pulling off his ticket, he started his search for a seat, the bus taking off and launching him forward in the aisle. He giggled nervously and nodded an apology to the people in their seats around him. You recognized him from a few of your classes, his name was Peter Parker. Peter’s eyes wandered over each row, landing on the three open seats available. One was by a broad boy on the basketball team, one by a girl with an unlit cigarette in her mouth and her leg up on the seat, and the one by you. A wave of relief washed over Peter’s face and he made his way toward you. He was wearing a grey hoodie with sweatpants, a backpack slung over his shoulder, and he stopped by your seat. You pulled your earphones out, though the music didn’t stop playing.

“Hey,” he started, scratching the back of his head, “You’re…In my English class, right? Y/N? Wait, no, Gym - maybe both, I’m not all that observant, but I-” He wiped his face with his hand, groaning and you held back a giggle. “Is it okay if uh… Can I sit here?”

You nodded, pulling your bag to your feet and shuffling closer to the window to make room.

“Thank you so much,” he said, sitting beside you with his bag on his lap.

Not sure what to say, you simply nodded again and showed him a smile, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. He was looking at you, his eyes traveling from your hair, to your face, to your sweater, then your hands. You pulled your hands into your sleeves, biting a smile back and meeting his eyes. His face flushed bright red and he sat up straight, clearing his throat.

“So, uh, how was school?” He asked, his voice cracking mid-sentence and he cleared his throat again. You found it cute how nervous he seemed, especially considering how outgoing he seemed in class every day, usually coming in and asking everyone how they were and not hesitating to make conversation when he wanted to.

“Alright, sort of uneventful though.” You replied, wishing you could be more interesting but finding it hard to think anything up.

He rested his arms on his backpack. “Yeah? Tell me about it?”

“You want to hear about my day? My day at school?” You asked in slight disbelief, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He nodded, his mouth curved into a sweet smile. “Yeah, c'mon, then!”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you looked out the window to your side, grinning.

“Well… I got to school early and ate my cereal out of a plastic bag, because I decided to catch the morning bus and didn’t have time to finish, then I read for a bit, then went to class. I had English, then Chemistry, Social studies, Music, Gym, then French. And now I’m here.” You explained, feeling like you were babbling and you looked over to him again, pushing your hands under your thighs, the bus-seat itchy on your palms.

Peter nodded again, still looking at you with interest. “Sounds fun, I didn’t know you took music. I tried to learn guitar but I’m not coordinated enough, so I never really got the hang of it, but- Sorry,” He chuckled nervously. “Do you have anything interesting planned this afternoon?”

You smiled at your lap. “Not really. Might go to the park by my house for a bit, but that’s all. You?”

He pulled his bag closer to his chest and his smile stretched wider. “No, not really…” he said, eyes wandering to the window then back to you. He bit his lip as if considering something, then asked, “Can I come to the park with you?”. His eyes looked hopeful but uncertain, and he shook his head, “I mean, only if you want, it’s cool if you don’t since we don’t really know each other that well, I just thought that maybe-”

“Peter,” you giggled, “That sounds fun, of course you can.”

His face lit up and he jumped in his seat, his cheeks dusting pink soon after and he cleared his throat again. “Great, cool.”

You got off the bus with Peter close behind you, stepping out onto a cracked sidewalk with tall trees and dry bushes surrounding it, the air cold against your skin. Peter matched your pace and grinned at you, pushing up his sleeves.

“Race you,” he said, pointing a finger at the playground in the near-distance, eyes narrowing in mock-seriousness. Before you could answer, he dashed off, abandoning his backpack.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready!” You gasped, scooping up his bag and running after him, giggles tumbling from your lips and streaming behind you in the soft breeze. “No fair! I want a do-over!”

You could hear a loud laugh from Peter as he ran ahead of you, and you noted how much faster he was than you thought. You slung his bag over your shoulder, both yours and his hitting against your back as you ran, eventually reaching the park long after Peter had reached it. You grinned, panting, and held out his bag for him.

He was panting as well, his hair messy and wind-swept from the unexpected run. “Oh, thanks,” He smiled, taking the bag, “I was gonna go back and get it, you didn’t have to-”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, walking over to the swings, tanbark crunching underneath your feet. He looked at you gratefully as you sat down, coming over and sitting himself in the swing beside you.

The sky was a canvas of pale blue, grey wisps of cloud streaked across with the strokes of a paintbrush. You ran your fingers over the chains, the smell of the metal staining your palms and you noticed the word “TRY” written on the back of Peter’s hand in smudged marker. He clicked his tongue.

“So… cereal in a plastic bag? With milk or dry?”

“With milk, I’m not 7.”

“But wouldn’t it go everywhere? And be all cold and gross in your hand? And what about when you’re nearly done and you have to stick your hand all the way in? It’d go into the milk, there’s no way that could be pleasant!” He exclaimed, face scrunched up.

“It was snap-lock It’s very convenient!” You squealed, grinning and pushing yourself forward in the swing.

“What is this world coming to?!” He shouted, acting devastated. You laughed and spun around in your swing, chains creaking.

“You’re funny,” you told him, leaning back and looking at the sky upside-down, giggling. He didn’t respond, but a bashful smile broke out on his face, a soft silence hanging between you both for a few moments.

“What’s that music?” Peter asked after a while, his voice low as to break the silence gently. You sat up and quirked an eyebrow,

“What music?” You said, confused.

“I can hear music. It’s really quiet, listen.”

You both sealed your lips and held your breaths, listening. At first, all you heard was the rustling of the trees and the birds whistling in the distance, but then you heard it. The quiet, tin-sounding music still coming from your earphones hanging out the front of your shirt. Heat rose to your face and you pulled out your phone, fumbling to turn it off, “Sorry, it’s me, I forgot to- “

Peter cut you off before you could finish, “No, turn it up!” he laughed, getting up off the swing. You rolled your eyes and unplugged the earphones, turning the music up and watching him bop his head to the beat.

You covered your face with your hands, giggles slipping out between your fingers, “What are you doing?” you asked,

He raised and dropped his shoulders as the music picked up and you shook your head, laughing. You found the whole scene way too funny, his face twisted in an expression with eyebrows knitted together and his lips pursed, the corners upturned. Now clicking his fingers with one hand, he held the other out to you, grinning.

“What?” You asked, looking at his hand in front of your nose, then back at him.

He waved it around, not stopping his head-bops and clicks, “Dance with me!” He exclaimed, beaming.

You crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes, though your stomach erupted with butterflies and a blush touched your cheeks. “Fine.” You said, taking his hand. He pulled you up off the swing and twirled you around under his arm enthusiastically, singing along to the lyrics of the song. Your hand was still in his as he danced around, looking like an absolute dork and strumming an imaginary guitar with one arm as the chorus built. You knew you couldn’t dance, but at this point, it didn’t look like Peter was any better, so you just went for it, twirling yourself around and strumming your own air-guitar. Your hand was small in his, and neither of you had any intention of letting go as you danced around the playground.

“Not bad, Y/N!” He laughed, spinning you around quickly again and you mock-glared at him.

“Don’t tease me, Parker!” You shouted, smirking.

He faked a gasp and grabbed your other hand, still jumping and twirling around in time with you, “I mean it!” He told you, doing some sort of weird, side can-can with his feet, eyes bright and glittery.

“Well, I don’t know if I can return the compliment,” You replied, looking down at his feet.

“Hey! I’m a great dancer!” He insisted, feet speeding up with his weird but adorable can-can dance.

“Mmmhmm, okay, sure,” You laughed. You noticed the song was slowly coming to an end and felt a pang of disappointment. Nonetheless, you made the most of the last 30 seconds or so, putting extra energy into your ridiculous dancing with Peter. You waved your arms around, along with his since your hands were still linked, and shook your hips and legs to the fast-paced song.

By the time the song came to an end, both you and Peter were out of breath, calming your movements considerably, but still swaying gently together despite the song’s finish. Your faces were only inches apart, and he studied yours in some sort of new-realized awe, scanning every feature of your face and a soft smile curved on his lips, different to the others he had cracked that afternoon. You wanted to say something, or do something, anything that would make this moment feel even more serene and lovely than it did.

“You’re… You’re really beautiful, you know?” He whispered, voice brushing over your lips and electricity shot through you, from your fingertips to your chest and you felt every inch of your skin tingling at the words.

“You are too… you know, handsome, or cute, or- actually beautiful works, I guess, I just-“ You cut yourself off as the words bubbled over, blushing and looking down, “Thank you.” You breathed. He let out a soft giggle, and the two of you stood there, hands and breaths intertwined.

Peter gently let go of your hands and lifted your chin with one finger to meet his eyes. They were kind and full of reassurance, and care. He dropped his hand down and picked up his bag. “I’ll…I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” He asked softly, a hopeful glint in his eyes, and you nodded.

Awesome,” he said, a little loudly which lured a small laugh from you. He quickly regained composure and nodded his head. “Well, uh…Save me some plastic-bag cereal?”

You chuckled, picking up your own bag and pulling it over your shoulder.

“Of course, Peter.” 

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“Sakura.”

She ignored the plea, tightening her grip on the hand threaded through hers.

“Sakura.”

The crunch of the gravel grew louder under her feet, a soft tremor running through the ground that one could have mistaken for the general hustle and bustle of the village marketplace but for the perfect timing of the quakes to the falls of her footsteps.

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