The most buzzare thing abt this Fyre thing is reading articles abt all the chaos going on, they legit started occupying other people’s tents throwing their stuff out, starting fires and robbing each other like it’s the end of the world??? Only rich people can go on a camping trip to the fucking Bahamas and think they’re suddenly Katniss cuz their tents doesn’t have a built in jacuzzi
SUMMARY: How long will it take until you cross the line with Sebastian?
WARNINGS: language. sexual tension????
AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is part 1 of 2… or 3 i’m still not sure. anyway, this is probably going to be the lightest of them all. oops. also, if you want to listen to the song here it is!
The night was already hazy from the amount of alcohol you had downed. You weren’t even sure who had come in and out of the house anymore. You were sitting out on the balcony with Sebastian and a couple of mutual friends smoking cigars that one of your friends had brought from their trip to Cuba.
Your eyes slowly moved from the men standing in front of you to Sebastian who was smiling and leaning against the metal railing on the glass panels. Your heart sped up in your chest at the sight of him. He looked so good; he was wearing a white, see-through loose henley with his chest hair on show and his silver chain glowing in the moonlight.
During Training.. Pidge: Nice work Tailor Lance: Thank you, thank you very much Keith: wait what Hunk: It’s a nickname Lance got his first year of flight school Lance: Yeah because of how I thread the needle Keith: Keith: *intense Garrison crush flashbacks* Shiro: *uproarious laughter*
(I wrote this in two forms and couldn’t decide which I liked better, so there’s a full fic under the cut)
He definitely went for some project, that's the only way going the for seven hours on his own makes sense... Unless he's checking out honeymoon locations... But does that mean a solo project?
an unexplainable 7 hour day trip to the bahamas with no further clarification? something is definitely brewing.. and here are some facts: dan started following a director for a television and online video production company on twitter back in early march, and apparently phil had been following them for quite a while as well. the company makes thing such as documentaries, music videos, and short films. it’s also a london based company which makes it entirely plausible and also convenient for dan and phil to be working with them. what’s interesting is that the production company itself followed dnp + flipside on twitter all at the exact same time, shortly after the director did. and the fact that all of this happened in early march makes it almost obvious that this “secret project” could be directly related to dan’s ominous comments about march being a challenging month and asking for us to remind him about “that week in march” in 5 months, which would take us all the way to august aka a possible set release date for this “project.” it is entirely possible that dan could be working on a solo project especially considering the fact that spontaneous travel has led to solo projects in the past, aka dan’s esports documentary, but i wouldn’t rule out the fact that it could involve both of them in one way or another. we predicted them moving, we predicted dan rebranding, and considering we have some real concrete evidence of there being something in the works, i wouldn’t be surprised if something arises in the next several months
if you don’t understand why people are laughing at the rich kids on their “luxury” glamping trip in the bahamas, you’ve never lived off bread and ramen for months, where cheese and *gasp* salad would be luxuries you couldn’t dream of. you’ve never had less than $12k a YEAR in wages, or a third of that in meager benefits when you lost your job. you’ve never been homeless. i am so sick of hearing it “have sympathy for the kids they’re going through actual suffering.” I have gone through actual suffering, damn it. And the US embassy didn’t do jack shit to get me home.
just please, if you don’t understand the glee we feel, you might be privileged and not realize it.
like, we’re not heartless. we actually know how they feel in that moment. the difference, is they get to escape that island and we poor people, our lives, metaphorically is that island (or like literally in the case of poor natives of the Bahamas). they get to react like morons and steal each other’s shit, fight over food and set things on fire? whereas poor people don’t get to react wildly, we’re expected to carry on, tighten our belts and paste on a smile. Also we tend to help each other and share resources in rough situations.
Requested by Anon - an imagine where Bruce and dick are on patrol and they find Catwoman and her protégé. Could you make it all cute and funny with a lot of teasing?
It was supposed to be a quiet night of patrol. A heat wave was sweltering Gotham, keeping all crimes, major and minor down.
However, Dick was being baked alive in his Robin suit. He almost wished he still wore the scaly green panties. Though, Dick had to admit he wasn’t jealous of Bruce, who was in his heavy black batsuit.
The two men were on the roof of the clock tower. Dick was straddling a stone gargoyle while Bruce crouched on the roof’s edge. The clock behind him dinged, announcing the time as one o’clock.
Bruce eyed Dick as he melted onto the gargoyle. He pursed his lips, letting out a irritated sigh.
“Alright,” he mumbled, smirking when Dick suddenly sat up on the gargoyle. “Let’s make one more round before turning in.”
“Oh thank goodness,” Dick cried, sliding off the gargoyle to stand next to Bruce. He pulled his collar away from his body, trying to let some air in. “I’m melting in this thing.”
Bruce chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I know the feeling.” He took out his grapple gun. Just before he could fire it, an alert came over the police scanner.
“Oh no,” Dick groaned, sulking as he buried his face into his hands. His suit was starting to chafe in certain places. Uncomfortable places.
“It’s Catwoman and Kitten,” Bruce informed, firing his grapple to fly off the roof. Dick froze for a moment, blinking several times in surprise before following.
“I thought they were robbing museums in Europe?” Dick asked through the comlink as he and Bruce swung to the location. Bruce grunted in response. The two men landed on a roof neighboring the Gotham Museum of Art.
“Yes,” Bruce replied sharply. Dick raised an eyebrow, eyeing Bruce suspiciously. Bruce sighed before continuing. “They have been chasing a Egyptian cat statue that is part of a traveling exhibit on Egyptian art. The exhibit came to Gotham last week.”
Both men watched as two shadows slipped out of the museum’s skylight. Dick’s eyes lingered on the shorter one, wondering what was going to come of this confrontation.
You hopped out of the skylight and into the muggy air with a burlap sack over your shoulder. Selina followed you with a similar sack in her hand.
“That was easier than I expected,” Selina hummed, frowning in disappointment. You sent her a knowing smile.
“You expected Batman to show up, huh?” you teased, nudging her with your elbow. She gently pushed you in retaliation.
“As if you didn’t want the Dynamic Duo to show up too,” she replied, glancing around her. “A heist is no fun if there’s no chase.” Selina froze when her eyes landed on two shadows watching from a nearby roof. “Well, maybe things are looking up…”
You followed her gaze, smiling when your eyes fell upon the Boy Wonder. The one thing you were looking forward to ever since you and Selina came back to Gotham was playing with Robin again. Selina grabbed your arm, pulling you close while the two shadows swung towards you.
“Remember don’t let them know which one of us has the statue, or we can kiss the trip to the Bahamas goodbye,” Selina hissed as Batman and Robin landed in front of you.
“Selina,” Batman warned, stepping forward. “Give me the statue.” Robin crossed his arms, glaring at you.
“Oh, Batman, I’ve missed you,” Selina purred, walking up to Batman. She traced his bat symbol with her finger. “It’s been so long since we last saw each other.” Pressing her front against his chest, Selina leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Why don’t we let the children play while we have a proper welcome home party?”
You rolled your eyes at them, sharing a look of disgust with Robin. The two of you broke into grins as you winked at him.
“Robin,” Batman growled in disapproval. Robin cleared his throat, forcing his face into a scowl. Your grin only grew wider at the sight. Batman focused back on Selina. “Selina,” he warned again, narrowing his eyes.
Selina pursed her lips, tightening her hold on her burlap sack. Batman eyed it. “Oh Batman. It’s like you don’t know me at all,” she teased, turning away from him. Winking at you, she started to walk away with a swagger in her hips. You grinned when you saw Batman’s eyes were glued to them. Selina glanced over her shoulder, smirking at him. “Catch me if you can.”
Batman attempt to grab her, but Selina dodged him before leaping off the roof. She cracked her whip, and swung onto a neighboring roof. Batman was after her, gesturing to Robin to catch you. However, you were already gone, jumping off the roof in the opposite direction from Selina.
“Hey, get back here,” Robin shouted, running after you. You laughed, snapping your whip around a nearby antenna. Swinging up to the roof, you sprinted and jumped across the gap between the buildings as you heard Robin scrambling to keep up with you. The muggy air zapped your energy, but you kept running anyway.
“Careful, Robin,” you snickered over your shoulder. “If you catch me, I just might eat you.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” Robin teased in return. You rolled your eyes as you hopped over another gap. From the rapidly approaching footsteps, you knew Robin was catching up to you. You pushed yourself to move faster.
Just when you about to jump over another gap, a heavy warm weight crashed into your back. A scream escaped your lips as you found yourself toppling over the edge, falling fast towards the pavement far below.
An arm wrapped around your waist, the firing of a grapple gun filling your ears. You found yourself slowing before you stopped completely, inches from the ground.
“I got you,” Robin gasped into your ear, his arm tightening around your waist. You grabbed his arm as he lowered you both to the ground of the alleyway. Pulling away from him once your feet touched the ground, you tightened your hold on the burlap sack.
“Do I eat you now? After all, don’t cats catch birds?” you teased as Robin put his grapple gun into his utility belt.
“But I caught you,” Robin retorted, wiping the sweat off his forehead. The heat was claustrophobic around the two of you as you shifted uncomfortably in your tight costume.
You grinned, reaching out to run a finger down the side of his cheek. He blushed under your touch. “Oh, Robin,” you sighed, shaking your head. You took a step towards him, the heat radiating from his body to yours.
“Kitten,” Robin growled, trying to paint a bat glare onto his face. However, the smirk wouldn’t leave his lips.
“Robin,” you whispered into his ear. He jumped away from you, pulling your burlap sack out of your hands. “Hey, give that back,” you demanded, reaching out to snatch it back.
“No,” Robin replied, holding it out of your reach. You sighed, rolling your eyes as he opened the bag. “Wait,” he began, glancing up at you in confusing. He reached into the bag, pulling out a small Eiffel Tower figurine. “This is not the cat statue.”
You laughed, looking at your nails. “No, it’s not.” Robin blinked, glancing between the Eiffel Tower figurine and you. You simply grinned at him.
“Selina has the statue, doesn’t she?” he replied with a sour expression. You nodded your head smugly. He studied the Eiffel Tower in his hands before trying to hand it back to you. However, you wouldn’t take it.
“I got it for you when I was in France,” you prompted with a wink. He blushed, playing with the figurine while avoiding your eye. You let out a sigh, pulling at the neck of your costume in an attempt to cool off. Robin fidgeted before you, pursing his lips as you both realized that your mentors were going to be quite ‘busy’ for sometime.
“So…” Robin began, placing the Eiffel Tower figurine in one of the pockets of his belt. You raised an eyebrow at him as he wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “Do you want to catch a movie or something since Batman and Catwoman are…”
“Yeah,” you interrupted brightly, not wanting him to finish that sentence. You grabbed his hand, pulling down him down the alleyway. “I know a way we can sneak in through the roof.”
“Wait,” Robin protested as you let go of his hand, jumping up to climb onto a nearby fire escape. “Shouldn’t we just change into civvies and actually buy tickets?”
You wrapped your leg around a rail on the fire escape before leaning back to hang upside down in front of Robin. “Robin, if we pay and sit like normal people than we can’t make out in the rafters.” You frowned at him with mockingly tearful eyes. “Don’t you want to kiss me anymore?”
Robin choked. “No, no, no,” he stammered quickly. “I always like kissing you.” You swung forward to touch your nose to his. He blushed all the way to the tips of his ears. Satisfied, you pressed a little kiss to his upper lip before swinging upright with a laugh. Robin grinned, scrambling up the fire escape after you.
The two of you raced up the fire escape. The hot weather was far from both your minds.
ADORE YOU (YOU’RE LOVELY) — and i adore you, too. i’ve been thinking that your love is kind of special. you should know that i adore you, too! ( adore you, nao ft. abhi//dijon )
REQUEST — the reader used to be ugly and archie bullied you. then, after summer break, you totally glo up and are now super hot, and he apologizes.
WORD COUNT — 1.6k
NOTES — i did tweak this request a little bit, simply because i don’t see riverdale!archie being a bully—i think it’s even a little ooc for comics!archie—so i opted for archie sort of ignoring the reader. also, i refrained from specifying a gender since there wasn’t one mentioned in the request. thank you so much for trusting me to write your idea, and i hope this was fluffy enough for you. i felt like it would be kinda rushed to make them kiss in this? i don’t know, but enjoy. ( requests: open )
Living in the city of Los Angeles could really take a toll on anybody, but it was even harder on new parents. The LA traffic with a screaming baby. The many weirdos that roamed the streets at night. The paparazzi was definitely the hardest part. They never left us alone, especially now that we had the new baby. Justin wanted us to get out of there so we could settle in with our new bundle of joy and not worry about dealing with the cameras being shoved in our faces, so Justin took us on a trip to the Bahamas.
I had just fallen back to sleep at 7:30 this morning, when the baby woke up screaming. He was up all night crying because he had gas. “My poor baby what’s the matter huh?” I said picking the newborn up, cradling him against my body. Justin slept through the night perfectly, didn’t move once. I definitely envied him. I walked back to the bed with my son in my arms trying to rock him back to sleep, but he wasn’t having it. His cries got louder, and I became frustrated. “What do I do? What do I do?” I said as tears began to fall.
“Justin wake up.” I said shaking him awake. He sat up rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” He asked. “He won’t stop crying.” I said beginning to cry. “No baby, don’t cry.” He said wiping tears away from my eyes. “Let me take him okay? You just get some sleep.” He said taking the bundle out of my hands. I wiped my face and laid down. I heard Justin begin to sing as he walked out the door, and onto the balcony. I heard the waves crashing over the sound of Justin’s soothing voice and I quickly drifted off to sleep.
A/N: this sucks i know. i just felt bad bc i haven’t posted anything.
You sighed yet again while slamming your pencil down onto your desk and rubbing your temples.
“You okay over there”, Shawn asked from the couch with a chuckle.
You didn’t respond, the stress over taking your body. It was impossible to work, go to school, and rarely have Shawn home. Luckily, you did for the next month. But were you to do after that?
“Baby”, Shawn asked you while closing his laptop, putting it aside, and sitting up.
You stayed silent as you choked back sobs. Silent tears rolled down your cheek now, you only hoped he was staring at the ones that were falling onto your paper. Finally, you had to breathe and you let out a sniffle.
“Aww come here princess”, Shawn held his arms open. He knew that in these situations, you had to make the move or it would make things worse. You felt helpless if he came to your aid, you had to make the decision.
Tonight, you got up from your seat with tears streaming down your face. You fell into his arms that welcomingly wrapped around you, “I’m so stressed”, you cried.
“I know baby”, he rubbed your back soothingly, “Wanna talk about it?”
You pulled away and wiped your tears, trying to calm yourself down a bit, “Work, school, barely having you here”, you cried into your hands, “I feel helpless. I’m not getting any younger either and it’s just….life is passing me by.”
“No, it’s not. I’m here and as long as we do this together, that’s our lives”, he smiled.
“Wanna know something”, you asked him.
“Hm”, he responded while playing with your hair.
“I was reading comments this morning”, you began.
Shawn rolled is eyes and let out a sigh, “I don’t know why you read those. I told you not to, Y/N, it’s really hard to help you when you’re not making an effort to stop looking at it”, he exclaimed. It stressed him out to see you upset over what the haters were saying, he only wanted you to be happy.
A hot tear fell down your face at his words, you quickly wiped it and continued, “It was from our trip to the Bahamas. They said that my stretch marks were ugly”, you sobbed.
“Y/N”, he cooed while rubbing your back again.
“It didn’t phase me because those same people probably have them. I call them my tiger stripes, it doesn’t bother me. But the point is that I felt like I meant something because they bullied this girl who defended me for the same thing”, I explained as more tears fell down my face, “I then dmed her and we talked about, she’s super sweet. I made her day and that’s what’s been keeping me going all day. That was the best part of my day and….I was so happy”, you finished.
“How did I get so lucky to be with someone so perfect”, Shawn asked while caressing your cheek.
You blushed, “I’m far from perfect.”
“But you’re perfect for me and that’s all that matters.”