share a coke with you

Jeremy Heere x Reader + first date
- he asked you out to a movie
- he’s so anxious to do anything romantic without the squip and his palms are sweaty
- he calls Michael for a pep talk
- “If you don’t show up you’ll probably die alone.”
“Thanks asshole.”
“Just doin’ my job.”
- he shows up in a white button up shirt with a navy blue tie
- and jeans because he didn’t want to be too dressed up
- you open the door and his jaw drops
- “You look… Holy shit.”
“You look pretty sharp yourself, Heere.”
- Jeremy drives
- he made a CD just for that date and hopes you don’t notice
- you notice
- but you don’t say anything because it’s the cutest thing
- when he gets out he runs to open your door for you
- what a gentleman
- he pays for tickets and refreshments
- you share a bowl of popcorn
- when the Coke commercial where the couple who would live happily ever after are on their first date at the movies comes on, he gets all flustered
- he puts his arm around you
- you rest your head on his shoulder even though it’s bony as fuck
- he pulls you closer at a jumpscare
- on the drive home, you both talk about how great the movie was
- “I had a great time tonight, Jeremy.”
“We should do this again next week, or whenever’s good for you or-”
“Next week’s fine.”
- you kiss him goodnight and he has to lean down so far
- after you close the door you can hear him yell “YES!” and he does that fist pump thing
- he calls Michael on his way home
- “I might not die alone!”
Taste the Feeling

Taste the Feeling ; Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Setting : Modern AU

****Requested: Yes

There are no Edmund coke bottles in real life, I am dismayed. (There’s an Ed one, tho.)


Y/N walks inside the nearest convenient store, taking a peak around.
The door opened behind her, and all of a sudden something bumped into her.
Y/N gasped as she stumbled forward.
The person who bumped into her and let out a string of curses before reaching a hand out to stabilize her.
“Shit. You okay?” He apologized. “Wasn’t looking.”
“Yeah,” Y/N nodded, smiling before walking off to the candy isle.
The boy who bumped into her just shrugged and walked towards the chips isle.
Y/N ran to the register a few minutes later, catching a glimpse at the boy who bumped her as he exited the convenient store with a few plastic bags.
She dumped a stack of random food to the register before shooting her head up. “Oh, yeah, one sec.”
The cashier rolled her eyes. “You forgot something?”
Y/N smiled sheepishly.
The cashier sighed “Go ahead, not like you have a line behind you.”
Y/N glanced around the store, realizing that she was the only costumer left.
Y/N grinned at the cashier. “I’ll be quick.”
She rushed over to the drinks isle and stood infront of the refrigerators.
“What do we drink today?” She hummed to herself.
Her eyes darted over to the red wrappers at the last refrigerator.
Y/N grinned and ran forward, snatching a couple bottles and running back.
“And this,” She said, gently setting the bottles down. “Ten bottles of coke.”


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Hey so I usually don’t go off anon but I went to gov ball the other day and they had a thing where you could customize coke cans. Just thought I’d share I guess for his birthday??? Idk

—– reblog if you would share a coke with murdoc

Having a Coke with You

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

—  Frank O'Hara

Headcanon that Cecil just hoards “Share a Coke with Carlos” sodas so that when they finally get to be together again, he can surprise him

docloudscomeinpurple  asked:

HEADCANON: All the batkids can find their names on Coke bottles except for Damian. He is (secretly) rather miffed.

YOU KNOW MY HEART. Because this headcanon is gold!
And Damian just keeps trying to keep his cool. “Oh, you’re sharing a coke?”
“Yeah, haha. See my name? Want one?”
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
Of course the real kicker would be that the kids start exchanging prenamed mugs and Christmas ornaments. And he just grits his teeth and says “No, I don’t want one.”
“C'mon, you know you do. How about this blank one?”
“No thank you.”
“What about a similar name? What about David?”
“That’s not my name.”
“Close enough! Here.”
“Get that thing away from me.”
“You don’t like it, David?”
“My name is not David.”
“Ummm excUSE me but your keychain says ‘David.’ Nobody likes a fibber, Dave.”
“MY NAME IS NOT DAVID.”
And they continue to tease until Damian stomps into Bruce’s study, throws all the David merchandise in, and snarls, “This is all YOUR fault!”
And Bruce is just holding the 'David’ snow globe all confused like “I didn’t even name you, how is this my fault??”
(It just IS, Bruce.)

Thanks for sharing!!

lil-bitch-mccree  asked:

I am just a simple McCree looking for chicken nuggets. Do you got some nuggets?

“Huh.” Morrison grabs the paper bag before him and inspects its contents. “I paid Oxton good money to bring this back for me, so don’t think it comes without a price.”

The box he removes has the words ‘NINE PIECE MEAL’ written across the top in yellow and it’s still hot enough to fill the room with it’s scent of greasy goodness. He flicks the box across to McCree, then takes out one of two apple pies and flicks that over too.

“Don’t say I never gave you anything. No sauce, though. Go get your own.”

septic101  asked:

OMG STORY TIME: I work at McDonalds, k, and we have new cups that have the "Share a Coke with..." on them (you know like the Coke bottles? And the first one I grabbed said "Share a Coke with a Bro" and ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT WAS CRAIG THE REST OF MY SHIFT. (I thought you'd like to know bc you like Craig too)

I practically am Mark when it comes to Craig lol and yeah I love him ;-; anyways, that’s so cool!! I’ll go to mcdonalds and try to get that cup and take it home 😂 thank you for sharing it to me though, so nice!!

November 19th, 2014 - Share a Coke With...

AUTHOR: seecarrun

19th of November, 2014 - Share a Coke with…

“Hey Mattie, could you help me out with something?”

Matthew put down his fork and eyed his brother cautiously, slowly chewing the last bit of his pancake breakfast. “With what?” he asked carefully.

Alfred’s face flushed. “Weeeell-“

“And don’t lie to me,” Matthew interrupted with as much as a glare as the sweet boy could muster.

Alfred gulped. “W-what? I would never lie to you!”

Lie.

"I just need some help with this school thing!”

Also a lie.

“And, uh, you see…” he paused before collapsing into the chair next to Matthew, head in his hands. “I’m an idiot.”

Sadly, not a lie.

“Go on,” he prompted, gesturing Alfred to continue.

The other boy sighed heavily, his head still buried in his hands, causing his glasses to slip up under his bangs on his forehead. “So, there is this guy, and I’ve got the stupidest little crush on him, and-“

Crush? What are you, twelve?”

“It’s the best way to describe it, now shut up.”

Matthew rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, he’s freaking adorable, but like, I can’t bring myself to even talk to him!” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Matthew shushed him, holding up a single finger and smirking. “You mean to tell me that there is someone that the great Alfred Jones is intimidated by?” He whistled. “Must be some crush. Who is this guy?”

Alfred bit his lip. “The student council president…”

"Arthur Kirkland?!”

“Don’t… say it like that!” he whined, pulling at his hair. “I never even knew the dude existed until last month when I had to ask him for an extension on the football fundraiser, and he’s been on my mind ever since!”

Matthew sniffed, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. “My little Alfie is in love!”

"It’s just a crush!” he insisted, flushing. But Matt just waved him off with a laugh.

“I know, I know,” he chuckled. “What do you need me to do?”

Alfred took a deep breath and started to share his plan.

O

Arthur unlocked the door to the student council room and haphazardly tossed his bag to the side, collapsing into his chair with a sigh.

Whomever decided that Monday afternoons would be the perfect time for his office hours was a prat and deserved to be hit quite roughly in the face.

He just wanted to go home.

After not too long, his personal pity-party was interrupted by a soft knocking on the office door, and after making sure he at least looked like he had been doing something productive, he cleared his throat and called “Come in.”

A far too familiar and devastatingly handsome face poked through the door.

Oh bloody hell, it was Alfred Jones.

Arthur sat up just a little straighter in his chair, subconsciously brushing his hair away from his face with his hand. “Can I help you, Jones?” he asked as calmly as possible, despite his rapidly beating heart.

There might have been a slight, itty-bitty chance Arthur had a big, fat, utterly stupid crush on Alfred Jones.

“The fundraiser money isn’t due for another week,” Arthur continued, feeling himself flush ever so slightly darker as the gorgeous American football player walked closer.

Alfred’s blue, blue eyes widened.”Wha-? Oh! No! Ha! I, um, didn’t come here about that.”

“Then what-?”

“I GOT THIS AND THOUGHT YOU SHOULD HAVE IT.”

Arthur blinked owlishly, so taken back by Alfred’s sudden raised voice, he almost missed the item Alfred’s shaky hands extended toward him.

“A Coke?” he asked, obviously confused, as he took the offered beverage into his hands. “I don’t exactly drink the stuff, but- oh.”

There, on the side of the bottle, were the words “Share a Coke with Arthur” written in white against the bold red. One glance at Alfred’s face revealed he, too, was a similar red.

“I-I got it out of the vending machine, and, well, I’ve never gotten one with someone I know’s name on it before, so I, like, figured I might as well give it to you, and… stuff,” Alfred rambled, looking everywhere around the room but at Arthur.

Arthur held the bottle delicately, still a bit too taken back at the moment to do much more than blush lightly and stutter a quick “Well, uh, thank you” with a smile.

Alfred grinned in reply to Arthur’s smile, shooting the student council president an enthusiastic thumbs up. “No prob dude, enjoy!” he chirped, and before Arthur knew it, the boy was gone, practically sprinting down the hall.

Alone once more, he gazed at the bottle in his hands.

Yeah, there was no bloody way he was drinking that Coke. He was saving that thing forever.

O

Matthew smiled fondly when he saw his brother practically skipping across the school parking lot, a triumphant fist in the air above his head.

“So you gave him the Coke, huh?” he asked as Alfred slid into the driver’s seat, beaming from ear to ear.

“Hells yeah I did!” he practically sang, starting the car and pulling, just a bit too quickly, out of his parking spot. “Totally worth it, dude!”

Matthew scoffed. “I sure hope so. We only spent a small fortune on Coke to find that bottle. We’re gonna be drinking that stuff for months.”

But Alfred was all smiles, his empty wallet and his garage filled to the roof with Coca-Cola be damned.