and we can yell about it together

My mothers reaction to episode 1 and 2

“Why is he crying… no child you did your best don’t be upset I’m sure your mother will be proud”

“What a terrible mother not encouraging her child”

“Oh my….I like the silver haired man”

“Why don’t we ever make pork cutlets *yells to my father* Joseph can we have some

“oh lord That silver haired man being naked…I think I’ll like this show”

“They shouldn’t be calling him piggy that’s cruel”

“Wait they are both named Yuri?”

“Why are they calling him Yurio?”

“I don’t like that blonde one, he’s stepping on that sweet young man”

“Tell me everything about you, oh my….I like where this is going”

*grabs my hand “they end up together right?…..why won’t you tell me”

“We are getting up to watch episode three tomorrow”

‘’We’re just reading comics!’’ || Carl Grimes x Reader Imagine

Requested by @paigeshipsrarl :  Hi! Can you do not a smut but it’s like Carl and the reader are sleeping after…you know ;)))… and In the morning michonne goes to wake them up but she sees their clothes all over the floor and them in bed so she calls Rick and Rick is sooooo pissed and the whole town can hear him yelling and they get teased about It?? TY 😂😂

Summary: Waking up at the Grimes house after you and Carl had a comic-reading night together that ended up different that thought it to be. Michonne discovers and calls Rick who discuss with Carl all pissed.

I couldn’t insert a GIF here, i dunno why :(

You felt how Carl laid against your body with his arms wrapped around. You had your hand folded in his. The blanket that had to keep both of you covered, hung almost ‘till the ground and didn’t covered much of our body’s as you both laid there in your underwear. A cold breeze found your body as you pulled the blanket closer to your chest. Suddenly you felt how lips kissed your shoulder. With a grin, you shrugged your shoulders and turned around to face a messy-haired Carl. You closed your eyes again and pulled yourself to his warm, naked chest. With a smile he embraced you. With both of our eyes closed you have Carl a kiss on his noise and snuggled even closer to him. 

 “Good morning,” suddenly a female-coughing voice said, “I hope you two slept well last night..” it was Michonne.

 Shocked, you and Carl turned instantly around to face Michonne standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over each other. She looked over the room and noticed the floor covered with our clothing. There was no lie to invent right now - she definitely knew what happened here last night. “You gotta explain this to your dad, sir.” Michonne turned around to call Rick upstairs. “W-we.. we’re just reading comics.” Carl said with a red head. Laughing, Michonne shrugged her head and called Rick from downstairs. 

 Carl stood up, picking the clothing as fast as he could from the ground as he threw your stuff to you. Just in time you had covered yourself with a pair of sweatpants and a top as Rick stood in the doorway. He didn’t even said anything and he noticed already instantly. With that well known, mad grin, he shrugged his head with his hand, covering his eyes. “Downstairs you two now.” He sounded pissed.

 “We’re just reading some comic books!“ Carl yelled to his dad across the living room. "Carl,” you could hear in Rick his voice that he tried so much his best to not freak out, “you both weren’t reading comic books, even Michonne saw the situation.” “Why do you even care? Why do you guys even interfere with what we do?” Carl crossed his arms, “we’re old enough to make these decisions!" 

This was just the beginning of how the rest of the morning was starting. No doubt that the whole town had heard the fight in the Grimes house on this early morning, and no doubt that this was going to be the highlight for the next days and weeks.

Breathe easy

(A/N): That moment when writing this you have forgotten to take your asthma medicine

Request: Hi, maybe you could write where the reader has asthma and she forgets her inhaler on the quinjet and she needs it really badly and she has to stop fighting and Bucky is with her and he tries to help her? :D thank you x

Warnings: none really

Originally posted by strictly-bucky

   This morning Tony had rushed everyone out of the door, telling them that “we have an important mission today! So everyone get off your asses and get to work!” So now here you all were, all assembled together (albeit tiredly and begrudgingly) at 4 in the morning. 

   Tony beamed at everyone, showcasing his pearly whites. 

    “Show a little spirit you guys!” Tony yells, causing every single one of you to flinch. Beside you you can heart Steve mutter,

    “I’m Captain America, I’m the embodiment of spirit,” you smile tiredly at Steve before redirecting your attention to Tony who was already rambling on about the mission. You yawn softly, attempting to hide it behind your hand. 

   "You look really cute when you yawn,“ Bucky whispers from behind you as he wraps his arms around your waist and places his face in the crook of your neck. You smile fondly as you reach back and pat Bucky’s cheek only to have him turn his head and press a kiss to your wrist. "Hey-” Bucky begins, perking up quite suddenly. “Did you-" 

    "Hey,” Tony points a finger to the two of you, glaring at you playfully. “You two love birds break it up, we’ve got a mission to do,” Bucky seemingly forgets his question as he pulls away, no doubt smiling that cute dorky smile. Tony smiles in approval before continuing on with his speech. Bucky slides back up beside you, itching to be as close to you as possible. 

   “You’re gonna get us in trouble Barnes,” You warn softly, looking back to Tony who was now pointing out exactly what needed to be done and how to do it. “I don’t feel like getting my ass chewed out by Tony at 4 in the morning,” Bucky smiles sleepily as he pushes back up against you, resting his head on your shoulder as he hums softly. 

   “I’m still supposed to be in bed, not on some emergency mission during the dark hours of the morning,” You smile softly as you reach over and run your fingers through Bucky’s hair, relishing in the soft hums of contentment that you pulled from his lips. Bucky nuzzles a bit closer, like a dog begging to be touched. 

   “Bucky I swear to god If you don’t stop interrupting me with your relationship shit I may punch you in the face,” Tony’s tone is ‘annoyed’ but the small smile grazing his lips betrayed the tone. Bucky reluctantly pulls away, grumbling something about, ‘I’m too tired for Tony,’ You chuckle softly, turning back to give Tony your full, undivided attention. 

   “Sorry Tony,” You flash him a smile, “I’m listening,” Tony sighs and rolls his eyes before turning back to direct everyone once again. You can’t help but chuckle softly when you hear him murmur the words, 

   “God, It’s like I’m teaching a bunch of teenagers,”

   The team had gotten out on the battlefield with no difficulty, it was the sudden onslaught of enemies that was hard. Maybe even…harder than usual? Maybe it was all in your head but something about this fight seemed harder than the other ones. You felt far more lethargic, your movements were sloppier, and your lungs were burning something fierce. It burned to breathe in and when you did it was in short, shallow breaths. Something most definitely wasn’t right here but you simply dismissed it as being a little tired from the lack of sleep the last few days. As you continued fighting the burning only got worse and your breaths were starting to get even shallower. It was even getting to the point you could barely breathe at all. It was then it hit you: you’d forgotten to take your inhaler and it was in the quinjet some many miles away. 

  Your eyes widen in surprise as your hand rises to your throat, small little gasps fell from your lips as you attempted to breathe in and out but it was nearly impossible due to your now inflamed throat. Around you the fight continues but you can’t fight right now, not when you could barely find it in you to stand straight. You know you’re not going to get out of this alive, might as well die in peace right? 

   You drop to the floor and scoot away from the battle, all the while wheezing while you do so. You find a solitary group of trees and stop there, nearly collapsing onto your stomach as you do so. Your left there wheezing, gasping for air as you writhe on the ground in pain. 

   You’re so out of it that you don’t realize the sounds of battle have ceased, you don’t realize people are calling for you, damn near screaming for you. It wasn’t until someone had placed their hand on your shoulder that you realize you’re not entirely gone, not yet. The hand on your shoulder is warm and strong and you’d recognize that touch anywhere. It was Bucky. 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice is damn near frantic and you’re suddenly being pulled upright, being forced to stare at his face. One hand is running all over your body, checking you for wounds while the other cups the back of your neck, keeping your head straight. “(Y/N), what’s wrong? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” You grasp at your throat and wheeze softly, hoping he got the idea. 

   Bucky’s eyes search yours for a minute before his eyes widen and he mutters a string of curses under his breath. 

   “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-” He swears as he stares at you for a moment, almost in a shocked like haze. “D-did you leave it at home? W-Where is it?” You weakly point behind you, wheezing softly as you manage to get the word ‘jet’ to fall from your lips. “T-The Quinjet? Y-You left it on the quinjet?” You nod meekly and then with a speed you couldn’t comprehend Bucky has lifted you up, keeping you secured against him. “This may be a little bumpy,” Bucky warns. Before you can even begin to comprehend what that meant Bucky had taken off, running fast enough that maybe…just maybe the two of you would get there on time. 

   You hadn’t realized you had passed out until you were suddenly waking up to harsh lights above you and a stinging pain in your chest. You wince as you squint your eyes against the harsh light, groggily bringing one hand up to cover them. There’s a rustle beside you and suddenly there’s a warm hand steadying your shoulders. 

   “(Y/N)?” The voice is shaky and so broken that if you hadn’t known any better you wouldn’t have been able to guess who it was. “(Y/N), you awake?” You groan in response, nodding your head. There’s a shaky sigh and suddenly you’re being pulled into someone’s lap. A pair of warm arms wrap around you and an equally warm face nuzzle into your neck, breathing in deeply. The touch slowly began to feel familiar and it takes you only a few moments to realize that it was Bucky holding you so close. His lips are pressed to your neck in an almost open mouthed kiss and you can feel how shaky his breathing is. 

  “I-I thought,” Bucky swallows and nuzzles into your neck a little more. “I thought I was too late, I thought you weren’t gonna wake up,” Dots suddenly begin to connect in your mind and you realize what had just happened. You had forgotten to take your inhaler and of course you had an attack, had it not been for Bucky who knew what could have happened. Your heart aches a bit as you realize Bucky nearly just saw you die, he was the one to carry your weak, failing body and he was the one who had to bring you back to life (in a sense). 

   “Buck-” You’re voice is much hoarser than intended and it burns to do even state his name, but you press on, determined to reassure him that you’re fine. “I’m okay, I’m okay now,” Bucky sighs once again, his chest heaving against yours. 

   “But- But you weren’t. (Y/N), you were there in my arms, I could feel how hard it was for you to breathe, I-I felt the way you were wheezing and gasping an-and-” You silence Bucky as you place a gentle kiss to his forehead, albeit with slow and heavy movements. You let your lips linger, too tired to move away just yet. That and you were sure Bucky needed this, needed to feel that connection to you. 

   “I am now Bucky, I’m okay because of you,” Your lips move against his forehead with every word but neither of you mind, in fact you both relish in the intimate feeling this brought. 

   “Wh-what if I hadn’t been there though, what if-” 

   “Too many What if’s Buck, you can’t focus on them. All that matters is that I’m fine and you’re fine too, we’re both okay, right?” Bucky hesitates a moment, truly contemplating if he was okay after all of that. After those few moments Bucky nods, finally sure in his answer. 

   “Y-Yeah, we’re okay,” 

C’mon, C’mon.

Prompt: You and Sebastian are in a movie together, and you can’t wait for that special scene.

A/N: This is short but I wanted to get something out for y’all!! thank you for reading and much love xx

Originally posted by fireeyess

“Kiss me,” you murmured softly, looking intensely into Sebastian’s eyes as he gazed back down at you, invitingly. 

He bit his lip, “But, we can’t. What about him?” 

“I don’t care about him anymore! I want you!” You yelled, exasperated and yearning for his lips on yours. 

“You’re so infuriating! Don’t you know he loves you!?” Sebastian screamed, the vein in his neck popping out. Whoa

“I only want you.” 

Sebastian grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaning forward. 

Just as you were about to finally feel his plump lips on yours, it was all ruined. 

“Cut! Alright everybody, that’s a wrap for today. We’ll pick this back up tomorrow.” The director called, causing Sebastian to pull away from you and scratch his neck. 

Sebastian smiled sheepishly at you, “You were great today.” 

You nodded, “Thank you, so were you.” 

It was so frustrating. Filming a new movie was the absolute worst thing when your co-star looked like a sex god and you were supposed to be his love interest. To say you were excited to be in this film would be an understatement, but with every chance you got to kiss him, it was ruined by one thing or another. 

He was so nice, extremely intelligent, and everything that you ever looked for in a man. Unfortunately he just didn’t seem too interested in you. 

You walked away from set, following the familiar path to your trailer, and plopped down onto the chair. 

“You were supposed to film the scene from page 32, how’d it go?” Your assistant asked you, knowing fully well you were extremely interested in Sebastian. You wiped your forehead, sighing at the perky blonde girl in front of you, “The director called cut just before the kiss.” 

“That’s unfortunate. It’ll come tomorrow, everything will be fine.” She reassured you, patting your thigh lightly. 

You couldn’t help but feel desperate. Every time you saw Sebastian, you licked your lips. You had chapstick on you all the time. It seemed sad, and by the look of pity your assistant gave you, you were right about that. 

“Whatever, I’m just gonna go home and sleep. Need my rest for tomorrow.” You winked, changing out of your on-set clothes and changing back into the comfortable leggings and sweater that you came in. 

You wiped off the makeup and sighed at your freshly clean face, pulling your hair back into a bun and walked out of the door. 

As you looked up, you ran directly into the strong chest of someone. Slowly your eyes traveled up the man’s body and you were relaxed to see it was only Sebastian. 

“Oh, h-hey.” You stuttered, hugging your chest. “Hey, (Y/N), I was just going for a bite to eat, you wanna come?” He said, his smile inviting and friendly. 

You grinned, “Sure.” 

He led you to a small cafe that was just outside of the set, the both of you sitting down and telling your beverage choices to the waitress. 

“So, I’ve seen some of your movies,” he started, “and you’re pretty damn good actress. I think the director made a good choice in casting you.” 

Your face grew red, “T- thank you. I’ve hoped to become as good as an actress as, say, Audrey Hepburn or Elizabeth Taylor.” 

Sebastian smiled, “I think you’re already there. You did a pretty damn good job at looking like you wanted to tear my clothes off on set today.” 

A giggle bubbled from your throat, “Welp, that’s my job.” 

The waitress came by and took your orders, obviously interested in Sebastian. As she walked away you decided to change the subject. 

“I recently watched a few of your movies as well.” You said, not a bit more confident. 

“Really, what one?” He asked inquisitively. 

You bit your lip, “The Bronze. I think you really brought that character, what was his name,” you snapped your fingers, “Lance. You really brought Lance to life.” 

It was his turn to go red, his ears burning as he smiled sheepishly, “Yeah, that uh- that was quite a movie to… film.” 

“Oh it certainly must have been!” You laughed, throwing a peanut into your mouth and smirking at Sebastian who hid his face in his hands. 

The meal went on simply enough, the both of you talking about various roles you had and just getting to know each other in general. He talked fondly of his time on set in The Martian, talking of his love of space and his interest in astronauts. He mentioned it was something that he thought about a lot. 

You talked of your movie roles, laughing about the small role you had when you were just starting out and embarrassed about the sex scene you had to have. 

Sebastian followed you back to your rented apartment near the set, conversation not stopping as he skipped behind you with his hands in his pockets. He was animated and lively, something you had yet to see much of when acting. 

You invited him in, thanking him for paying for the meal and sitting on the couch with beers in your hands. 

“How do you feel about the scene tomorrow?” He asked suddenly, his eyes lit with mischievous thoughts. “Which one?” You asked once your lips popped off of the bottle. 

“You know,” he chuckled, “the one where you can finally plant one on me.” 

“If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who kisses me.” You defend, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Fine, fine.” He murmured, his eyes brightening with his smile. 

Your hands ran over the condensation on your bottle, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silent. He studied your features while you looked away, his eyes moving to something else once he noticed you staring back. 

“Do you think we should… practice for tomorrow?” Sebastian asked. 

You almost spat out your beer. “Practice kissing?” 

He nodded, “Yeah. I think it would be good, really show our body chemistry on camera.” He explained, now sitting closer and your knees hitting each other. 

Without saying a word, he moved a hair out of your face and tucked it gently behind your ear. His hand rested on your cheek and he leaned forward. 

Every muscle in your body stiffened, the moment you had been waiting for forever finally happening. 

As his lips met yours, you sighed happily and relaxed into his touch. His lips tasted sweet, like cherries with a hint of the apple ale that he had been drinking just moments before. 

His tongue tasted even stronger of the ale, it cold against yours but every move he made only made you want to kiss him longer. 

After a moment he pulled away, his eyes meeting yours. You cleared your throat, “Yeah, that was good. You’re pretty good.” 

Sebastian threw his head back and laughed. A real, belly clenching laugh. He wiped tears away from his face, only to chuckle more once he saw your smile, “I’m sorry, doll. You just-” he laughed some more, “you’re so awkward. It’s lovely.” 

“Hey!” you threw a throwpillow at him, “don’t be a jackass.” 

Sebastian giggled quietly to himself, only to stop and look directly into your eyes. “I’m going to kiss you again, and this time it isn’t for practice.” 

Before you had time to process what he had said, his lips were on yours and your back was on the couch. Not for practice this time, do what you can! you thought to yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck and enjoying the sweet taste of cherries once again. 

His hands stayed on your hips, pushing you down onto the couch and his lips capturing yours once again. 

You pulled away, out of breath and watching Sebastian’s chest heave as he smiled. “Do you think we’re ready for tomorrow?” 

“I don’t know… maybe you should kiss me one more time to find out.” You murmured cheekily, leaning up to kiss him again.

#11 She’s been missing since Friday and you aren’t even worried? Part one

The fight had been the same since she showed up again. Not to sound like a child but he was with you and you couldn’t understand why he didn’t tell her to leave.
“We have kids together Y/N.”
“I know Jackson, but she can see them not you.”
“Stop being so damn jealous and grow up.” He yelled back.
“When you stop playing house with her.” You said walking into the other room.
The last thing you remember was hearing his bike start and leave. Sitting on the floor in front of the bed. You start to cry and the more you cried the more you started thinking that maybe Jax was right and you were being horrible about this. Figuring he went to the clubhouse you went to talk to him.
It was dark and very quite. Parking your car you saw his bike. If you had looked harder you would have seen the other car there to. Walking in you saw something that hit you in the gut. There stood Jax kissing Tara. This couldn’t be real. He chose her again. Turning around you went back to your car. If he wants her. He could have her. You wouldn’t be second best.

What you didn’t see was that Jax had just told Tara he was in love with you. Tara hadn’t believed it and said if he could kiss her and feel nothing then she would leave. You just happened to walk in at the wrong time.

“I felt nothing Tara. You need to stop using the boys to see me. I love Y/N.”

You don’t remember how you got home. You couldn’t even tell you what you had threw in your suitcase. You just wanted to leave. Usually your more carful but this time you walked right out into a trap.

It had been three days since Jax had seen you. He had called but since you didn’t answer he figured you still need time. Walking into the club Jax could feel the tension.
“What’s going on?” He asked walking in
“She’s been missing since Friday and you aren’t worried?” Lyla said
“What do you mean she’s been missing since Friday and who are we talking about?” Jax asked not wanting to play this game.
“This was dropped off this morning.” Chibs said from behind the bar

We have your little girlfriend. Bring the cash if you want her back. We will be calling soon.

“What the fuck. Why wasn’t I called.”
“I tried calling you. Even went by Y/N’s house and there is a suitcase and clothes all over the place. Don’t you even care about her?”
“I have my phone. I’ll be back. Don’t make a move without me, and don’t ever say I don’t fucking love her.” He said turning and running out

sometimes when we meet, i have the feeling that you want to tell me that i broke your heart. that you want to yell how much you hate me for hurting you. and sometimes when we talk, i want to tell you about how i can’t sleep at night when i think of how i left your heart shattered on the ground, then picked up some pieces to take with me so your heart could never be whole again, no matter how many times you’ll try to glue it back together.
but instead we tell each other to have a nice day, when we know it will never be a nice day, even thought the sun is shining, and the birds are singing. for us, it will always rain, because we’re carrying a cloud of unspoken words and unfelt feelings.
the sun might shine, but we’ll always be soaking wet.

I work at a ski resort and we usually get huge Russian families on Sundays and all was well until one of the dads (2 families together) started yelling about the cost of tickets and food and how expensive and dangerous it was to drive here. Like. My dude. Tickets are $25 and have been for 2 years. Of course food is more expensive this is a ski RESORT 20 miles from the nearest town. This is a ski resort of course the road is snowy. If you drive a car bigger than a Honda civic you can handle it. Stop bitching to me and round up your kids because we close in 15 minutes

i figured some people might benefit from a network like this, so … here goes!

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  • a place to vent about voltron fandom issues without receiving hate for said venting
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The signs as Garrus quotes
  • Aries: Just followed your example, Shepard. Yell loud enough, and someone will eventually come over to see what all the fuss is about.
  • Taurus: I’m all for second chances. Not so sure about third ones.
  • Gemini: We can disobey suicide orders? Why wasn’t I told? That’s about twice a day.
  • Cancer: Ha-ah! Don't make me laugh, damn it. My face is barely holding together as it is. Ah, probably for the best. Everyone was always ignoring you and hitting on me. Time for you to get a fair shot at it.
  • Leo: Am I the only one who misses the little conversations we used to have in the Elevators a few years ago...?
  • Virgo: I’ve never considered cross-species intercourse. And damn, saying it that way doesn’t help. Now I feel dirty and clinical.
  • Libra: It’s so easy to see the galaxy in black and white. Gray? I don’t know what to do with gray.
  • Scorpio: I’d wait, if you’re okay with it. Disrupt the crew as little as possible… and take that last chance to find some calm just before the storm. You know me. I always like to savor the last shot before popping the heat sink.... Wait. That metaphor just went somewhere horrible.
  • Sagittarius: It’ll either be a night to treasure, or a horrible interspecies awkwardness thing.
  • Capricorn: I’m Garrus Vakarian and this is now my favorite spot on the Citadel!
  • Aquarius: If this ends with the both of us dying in a giant explosion killing a Reaper, just remember. I took the kill shot.
  • Pisces: Glad to know my romantic…..uh……skills made an impression, because it’s going to take more than the Reapers to come between this cross-species liaison.

honk-honk-ashlee--  asked:

Edd, Tord , and Matt how are you guys doing? * holding flowers for you 3* I hope you 3 are ok with what's happening? :333

Tord: Oh, we’re fine, thanks. I’m just settling the details of closing the parlor and leaving Pat and Pau in charge of Devil’s Kiss while we’re gone. I think Tom and Edd and Matt are working out what to pack.

Edd: Actually, Matt and Tom are working on the packing, I’m going to start getting some snacks together for the trip.

Tord: Ah, good plan. How’s Tom?

Edd: Tense. Uncomfortable. I think Matt feels bad about yelling at him. Maybe we shouldn’t have pressured him into this…

Tord: Edd, old friend, you and I both know that Tom would wallow in regret for missing the wedding of the one family member he actually invests time in. He can be mad at us for bullying him later. Right now, we should just support him. And protect him. I bet his family or the rest of the dragons won’t be happy to find out about his living situation.

chaenir-sam  asked:

So i was wondering if you maybe would like to join, or if others would want to join a Discord server for theorizing? Since me and a couple friends made that last october and its perfect to share theories with eachother!!! We also just like to yell together about his appearances.

For me personally, I try to avoid group chats bc I can never maintain them. I always stop responding and I feel like I’m wasting valuable space. Although I’m sure many others would be interested :D

‘Sunai, Sunai, eyes like coal

sing you a song and steal your soul’

decided to take a little break from revision to do a little sketchpaint of @veschwab‘s August from her upcoming release ‘This Savage Song’. It’s already been released in the UK, can’t wait for everyone to read it so we can yell about book things together!

The 100 Preference: They Think You Are Cheating


You had run into your tent after Bellamy has accused you of cheating on him with Jasper. You sat on your bed, crying when Bellamy had come in. “Why did you run away?”, he asks. He get up, facing him, angry that , that was all he could say. “Are you serious Bellamy? How else would you like me to react? You accused me of cheating on you with my best friend”, you yell as you wipe your tears. He sighs, “I’m sorry but everyone has been saying you and Jasper were together. How else would you have liked me to react?”. You scoff, “I would have liked it if you asked me what was going on. I didn’t cheat on you. I can’t believe you believe what others have to say about me being faithful”. He sighs, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to think. We hardly ever spend any time toegther”. You smile slighty, “Next Time just talk to me”. He smiles, wrapping his arms around you, “I will”.


“I’m going to help Monty. I’ll see you later”, you say to Murphy as you get up. He scoffs, “Tell your boyfriend I say hi”. You look at him, confused, “My boyfriend? What are you talking about, Murphy? You’re my boyfriend”. He laughs, “Not according to all the time you spend with Monty”. You gasp, “Are you seriously saying I would cheat on you?”. He scoffs, “You already are. Just leave, it’s not like you want to be here anyway”. He still hadn’t looked at you but when he does, he notices tears falling down your cheeks, “Why are you crying?”. You scoff, “Oh I don’t know, maybe because my stupid boyfriend accused me of cheating on him when I haven’t”. he looks at, “Really?”. You sigh, “You are such an idiot, I would never cheat on you. I love you”. He smiles slightly, “I love you too. I’m sorry”. You smile, hugging him, “You better be”. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you.


You had returned to your tent pretty late, exhausted from all the fighting Murphy has been teaching you. “Took you long enough”, says Finn as soon as you walk into the tent. Your eyebrows frown, confused, “Sorry. I did tell you I would be back late”. He scoff, “I didn’t think you would be with your boyfriend”. You look at him, shocked, “What are you talking about? You’re my boyfriend and I’m not cheating on you”. He scoffs, “Well considering all the time you spend with Murphy, you should be together”. You scoff, “You’re unbelievable. I would never cheat on you. The only reason why I was Murphy was because you refused to teach me how to fight”. He looks at you with a blank expression, “I’m sorry. I just don’t like you spending so much time with Murphy”. You smile, moving closer to him, “Then you teach me”. He smiles, wrapping his arms around you, “I will”.


You had returned to the tent after talking to Finn about how the hunting trip would happen tomorrow. When you walked into the into, you saw Jasper sitting on your bed, frowning. “What’s wrong, Jasper?”, you ask. He looks at you, “Are you cheating on me?”, he asks. You were taking aback by his statement, “Why would you say?”. He gets up walking towards you, stopping right in front of you, “You spend so much time with Finn, I rarely ever get to see you anymore”. You wipe the tear that had fallen down your cheek, “Jasper, I would never cheat on you. I love you. If it makes you feel any better I will stop spending so much time with Finn”. He smiles slightly, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to think”. You smile, hugging him, “I’m just glad you we could talk about it”. He smiles, wrapping his arms around you.


You had found Monty sitting alone under a tree so you walked over to him, wondering what was bothering him so much as he had a frown on his face. “What’s wrong?”, you ask as you sit down next to him. “Why don’t you ask your precious boyfriend Bellamy”. You look at him confused, “What are you talking about, Monty”. He sighs, “Maybe we shouldn’t be toegther, seeing as you would rather be with Bellamy”. You gasp, “Are you serious? Not only did you just accuse me of cheating on you with our friend but now you are trying to break up with me”. He notices the tears that are falling down your cheeks, “I didn’t want to make you cry. I’m sorry. I just hate the fact that you spend more time with Bellamy than me”. You smile, wipping the tears off your cheeks, “I love you stupid. I would never cheat on you”. He smiles, “I’m sorry for accusing you”. You smile, sitting between his legs so tat your back is resting against his chest, “You better be sorry”. You both laugh, happy to finally be spending time together.

Requested By: nayel1d22

Because I was diagnosed when I was six years old, I can’t remember life without type one diabetes. One time when I was about ten my mom yelled at me because I told her I wished my younger brother and sister both had diabetes so we could all prick our fingers and take shots and skip meals because of high blood sugars together. It wasn’t until she yelled at me for wishing something so terrible upon my siblings that I realized how different from normal people I really was.

Good evening my fabulous followers! I have another one-shot for you. This one is from ima-monster-bitch and I like the prompt.

The Request →  Can you make an imagine where you are mikes gf and he ask you about kids and all that but then you get into a fight about kids because it is a tuff topic for being that you can’t have any and the you yell that you can’t have any please???

Warnings: Mention of not being able to have children. Language.

Rating: R


The day had started like any other day, you were laying next to the man of your dreams, both still unclothed from the night before and both still slightly love drunk. But things quickly turned sour when Mike began talking about the future.

“So (y/n), we’ve been together for a few years now,” he began and you ran your finger over his bare chest.

“We have, glad you noticed,” you giggled and he chuckled.

“Do you want to get married one day?” He asked and you stopped moving your finger and froze for a second or two.

“I mean, I’ve thought about it sure, but you’ve still got a lot of touring to do in the coming years and getting married would be pointless right now,” you answered and he sighed.

“I know, but still. I think that I want to be married to the woman I want to have kids with before having kids,” he stated and you flinched at the mention of kids. You hadn’t told him yet, after a freak accident as a teenager you were unable to have children.

“I mean we’re still young and have a lot to do, having kids wouldn’t be a good idea,” you tried to get him to drop the subject but he kept going on about it.

“Well if we had a child I’d stop touring and be home with my family,” he said and it warmed your heart to hear he’d be there if you did have children but also felt like someone stabbing you. You quickly sat up, wrapped the sheet around your chest and walked into Mike’s closet to grab a shirt that was hanging.

“(y/n)?” He called out from the bed as you slipped into the shirt and pulled your jeans on. When you walked back out into the bedroom, Mike was sitting up on the bed with a confused look on his face.

“Is everything okay?” He asked and you swallowed.

“I just don’t want kids okay?” You blurted and he raised his eyebrows.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I think they suck the fun out of everything and having someone so dependent on you is not something I want,” you explained as you pulled your hair up into a messy bun and turned to face him.

“How come in the five years we’ve been together you’ve never mentioned this. Even when I kept mentioning kids over the last few years?” He asked and you swallowed.

“Because I never thought you were serious about it,” you shrugged and watched him as he got out of the bed and pulled on a pair of shorts.

“(y/n), of course I was serious. I’m almost thirty-two now, you’re twenty-nine, we’re getting older and I’ve really been thinking about settling down,” he told you and you sighed.

“I just, don’t want kids,” you said to him again and he groaned.

“Why not?” He asked.

“I already told you,” you said as you walked out of the room and out into the living room. Mike followed you with a confused look on his face.

“I don’t believe that. You are so good with kids, a natural. Why in the hell wouldn’t you want that for yourself?” He asked. You sat down on the couch and rubbed your temples with your fingers.

“I just don’t Mike,” you sighed irritatedly and he shook his head.

“There is something else you aren’t telling me, and you tell me everything,” he said.

“Can we just drop this please? I was in such a good mood before you mentioned settling down,” you groaned and he shook his head.

“No, we can’t drop this. I was planning on proposing tonight after the show by the way and I am now rethinking it because you are keeping something from me,” he explained and you dropped your hands to look at him.

“You were planning to propose?” You asked and he groaned.

“I was, but now I don’t know,” he said and you sighed.

“Because I don’t want kids?” You asked.

“Because you are keeping something from me that is important and it might have to do with kids,” he explained and you groaned loudly.

“I don’t want kids because I can’t,” you revealed and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“When I was fifteen I got into this really bad accident and had a piece of metal inserted into my stomach. I can’t have kids because there’s nothing in there. Why do you think I never ask you to buy me tampons or pads?” You started to raise your voice.

“Oh, wow. How come you never told me?” He asked.

“Because I never thought we’d be together this long,” you looked at your hands. Beside you, you felt someone sit down and then wrap their arms around you.

“You know you can tell me anything (y/n),” he kissed the side of your head.

“If you think I’m going to get all emotional about it, you’re wrong. I’ve made my peace with it,” you explained and he pulled his head back.

“You’ve made peace with not being able to have children? How?” He asked.

“It happened almost 15 years ago, I’ve just come to terms with it and have focused my attention on other things,” you shrugged and he nodded.

“So what, you can’t have kids. We can always adopt you know,” he chuckled and you smirked.

“We could, but I want to be married before having kids of any kind,” you looked up at him and he got this big goofy smile on his face as he stood and left the room. Less than a minute later he reappeared with a small blue box.

“Well then,” he paused and got down on one knee. “(y/n), wanna get married?” He opened the little box and revealed a very pretty diamond ring.

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Seriously,” he smiled and you smirked as you nodded and wrapped your arms around him.

“That was a yes, right?” He asked.

“It was,” you confirmed and continued hugging him. So what you couldn’t have kids. As long as you had Mike for the rest of your life, you would be a happy woman.

my sis just yelled at me from her room n said ‘hey do you wanna draw together?’ and i was like ‘yea come in here and i’ll put on some music’ and she was like ‘okay cool be there in a sec’ and like..i can’t imagine what i’d do if i was on bad terms with my sister like so many ppl are. some ppl say they hate their siblings like,,i’m so glad i have a good one lol

  • can we imagine riarkle trying to do taxes
  • like they’re nineteen and so confused about how these work
  • Cory never taught them this?? what are they supposed to do now??
  • they thought living together for college would be easy; they were wrong.
  • they get so fed up at each other because of this. 
  • “You’re the genius in this relationship, why don’t you know?!” 
  • “Well excuse me, Miss Valedictorian, why don’t you know?!”
  • eventually Farkle gives up and googles it 
  • Riley yells at him the entire time like “WE CAN FIGURE THIS OUT WE DO NOT NEED A MACHINE”
  • Riley literally calls up Cory like “THIS IS YOUR FAULT” and Farkle (who has recently gotten engaged to Riley, no doubt) is like “YEAH MATTHEWS- I MEAN FUTURE FATHER IN LAW I RESPECT VERY MUCH”
  • needless to say, this is how Cory finds out he’s going to be related to Stuart
  • Topanga has known this news for a while now but she’s just kept it to herself
  • so when Cory gives her a wide eyed look, she just sips her tea and goes to get Auggie ready for school
  • Cory starts yelling at Farkle through the phone so Riley hangs up
  • The two of them hide out in their apartment for the next week in fear of Cory appearing randomly to lecture them
  • they spend this week actually figuring out how to do the taxes
  • Riley manages to send them in just in time
  • but they miscalculated their expenses so they get some money back
  • Farkle splurges to take them home for a weekend since they’re at Stanford and its a 43 hour drive
  • so they visit Stuart and Jennifer first
  • Jennifer admires Riley’s engagement ring and scolds Farkle for not telling her sooner
  • Stuart can’t help but laugh at the irony of it all
  • then they go to the Matthews
  • Topanga’s been expecting them so all she says when they come in is “so you figured out the taxes?”
  • “Of course, Mom. They aren’t that hard.” 
  • Cory just loses it when he sees them
  • Farkle’s got his arm around Riley’s waist and he’s pretty sure Cory is trying to use a mental laser to remove it
  • Riley’s not even that fazed when her father goes “YOU!” at Farkle but the poor boy is shaking 
  • Farkle just squeaks out a “we figured out the taxes, Mr. Matthews.” 

A/N: Heeeeeere we go. The first of Christmas related things! Slightly nosy Modern!Jacob.

“Stop trying to peek! It’s a surprise!” Y/N yelled, smiling as she pushed Jacob away from her, protecting the box in her hands from his gaze.

“What is it for?” Jacob then asked, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. “Christmas, my dear.” Y/N replied, looking up at the man who hummed his disapproval instead of voicing it. “You mean I can’t even have a hint of what it is?” “It’s something you need, I can tell you that.”

Jacob groaned in response, sitting on the couch behind him. “It’s not socks, is it?” “Does this box look small enough for socks?” Y/N teased, smiling. “Boxers?” “Absolutely not, Jay.” “Then what is it?!” Jacob stated, leaning up with his elbows resting on his knees, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Y/N, then at the now closed box in her hands as she set it on the floor in front of her, on the paper she had set out minutes before.

Y/N could only laugh at Jacob’s reaction, looking up at him, their eyes meeting. “It’s something special that I made for you. There’s a week until Christmas, Jacob- you can wait seven days.” Y/N then said, returning her gaze to the box, starting to wrap it.

“You’re even using Iron Man wrapping paper! You save that for spe- Y/N, it must be special if you’re using your favorite Avenger to protect it.”

“I told you, love.”

@catxnoir I wrote you a thing because I cannot actually replace your lungs. The working title was “hap birth: sorry your lungs suck” and honestly I’m just keeping it that way

You always say you want more Tikki and well. Hope you like it you nerd

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