truck pack


Sorry, I don’t wanna reminisce. The wounds aint healed.

the-prophet-on-acid  asked:

Right so have you ever played saints row 3? Specifically the opening mission where the saints rob a bank while all dressed as Gat "because who wouldn't wanna be johnny Gat" Cuz I keep thinking of the fakes pulling off a heist when someone (probably Gavin) has suggested they all do it dressed as the vagabond. Hilarity with the pre heist banter and then ridiculous news reports as 5 vagabonds pull of a heist accompanied by a 6th female vagabond

Oh man I haven’t but that is amazing. The Fake’s would be so into it too, the second someone floats the idea they’re all in, sourcing jackets and masks, debating pants, brainstorming the most appropriate heist to debut this beautiful nightmare. Best of all; they don’t tell Ryan. He’s off on some job, and even when he returns they keep their planning on the down low, too hyped up to cover the inevitable sniggers and pointed looks but no matter how creatively Ryan asks no one spills the beans.

When the fateful day finally comes around they let Ryan arrive at the meeting place first so they can truly appreciate the range of his reaction as the rest of the crew shows up one by one, all fully decked out and doing their best menacing Vagabond impersonations, complete with ridiculously puffed chests and comically deep grumbles. Ryan’s not exactly impressed at first, wary surprise moving to confusion then annoyance, flaring into a moment of true anger before crumbling into amusement, Ryan laughing just as hard as anyone else when he realises that the true butt of this particular joke isn’t him at all.

The Los Santos police don’t have a pleasant relationship with any of the Fake AH Crew, but there’s no denying that on any given day the mysterious Mercenary is their greatest antagonist. This is an LSPD who have never seen Ryan’s face, have never managed to catch him at all let alone long enough to rid him of that infernal mask, so of course pinning him down in an alley following his attempt to escape the FAHC’s latest bank heist leaves them thrilled. At least until the Vagabond rips off his skull and hurls it away, leaving nothing but a mess of red, white and black paint smeared across a grinning face, the momentary shock of recognition giving Geoff more than enough time to fight his way free.

To say police reports got hazy and confused from this point on is an understatement. A handful of officers are convinced the Vagabond doesn’t even exist, unknown for so long because he is not an individual at all, simply the alter ego of the Fake’s boss or perhaps even a rotation of their known members. Except then of course yet another Vagabond saunters out of the bank and into the street, mini gun whirring as he peppers the area and forces officers to duck for cover, masked head thrown back and cackling the unmistakable wild laughter of Mogar. 

In the face of that realisation it isn’t hard to identify the next pair to tumble out of the bank and flank Jones, both dwarfed by their jackets in different ways Dooley and Free are visibly thrilled to enter the fray. As the maskless Ramsey reappears and regroups they’re joined by another pair, one sporting the long flaming red-orange hair of the Firebird, the other making liberal use of Pattillo’s distinctive shotgun. Last but not least comes what can only be the true Vagabond, retrospectively unmistakable in direct comparison, all size and strength and seeping menace as he lifts his gun and joins his crew.

The FAHC are surrounded on all sides now, not that you’d know it from the crew’s attitude, audibly laughing and jeering, seemingly having the time of their lives as they swan about the street. They are all referring to each other as Vagabond, all stomping around and shouting vivid threats that would be horrifying if not for the strange inflections and stutters they’ve all adopted. At one point the true Vagabond stops shooting all together to stalk after Free, sending him scuttling behind Ramsey and cutting off a particularly graphic diatribe about being sexually attracted to diet coke of all things. For the most part though Vagabond prime seems to be enjoying the inexplicable farce as much as anyone in the crew, crowing about good looks and superior talents, assuring his team that he understands because honestly, who wouldn’t want to be the Vagabond?

Still, alarmingly playful interactions aside the tide has to turn eventually, pinned in the FAHC are certainly causing brutal damage but faced with wave after wave of LSPD reinforcements their ammo begins to dwindle, their bodies start to tire. Deadly they may be but at the end of the day they are, after all, only human. They can’t last forever.  

Which is, of course, when the final two Vagabond’s make their appearance; a giant, heavily armoured black truck crashing through police barricades like tissue paper, both driver and passenger masked but easy enough to identity for anyone who has spent time studying the FAHC. The driver, with Bragg’s shaggy dip-dyed hair emerging from his black skull, pulls the truck around as the passenger hangs half-way out the window and lays down a spray of covering fire. Collins’ cheerful voice rings out above the chaos, cajoling the Fake’s into the car like a soccer mum gathering her brood, all c’mon kids, say goodbye to the nice officers now it’s time to go home.  

By the time the troop of Vagabonds escape, truck packed like a clown car and busting out as easily as it burst in, only the enormous property damage, relentlessly replayed media footage and a truly staggering number of civilian selfies taken with all nine Vagabonds remain to convince the LSPD that the whole bizarre experience wasn’t a collective fever dream.

Near Light

Request: Just know it’s sad. And I suggest you listen to Near Light by Olafur Arnalds. (I’m also so sorry this is such shit.)

Word count: 1,770

Tags: @lilthingforhiddles @axelwolf8109 @soa-brothers @silverseamoons @cute-as-hale @mrskoziktelford @chaosmieu

This had to be no more than a nightmare.

How could this have happened to you? You’d been warned that people had it out for Samcro but never the extent of what was happening to you. Your husband, Happy, had told you to be cautious because things were going down and you just needed to be careful.

It was always known that when this was said, you do not go anywhere without the escort of a Samcro member, even if it be a prospect. But of course, you being the stubborn woman you are, you’d completely ditched the rules and had gone out alone. You were only out for a grocery run and cigarettes, but in such a short amount of time, everything began to go wrong.

You were sure if Happy found out, he’d be more than murderous and a little upset with you for the fact you’d gone out alone when he constantly begged you not to. The Samcro family was not on lockdown, ever, but it was still cautioned at the time. Apparently, they’d really pissed off some sick people.

Making it to the grocery store, you hadn’t noticed the vehicle that had followed you from a reasonable distance the entire time and even parked a row over away from you but kept an eye on your car. You’d never been so blind and naive in your life and you’ve every right to beat yourself up over it.

You’d gotten the groceries into your truck, packed everything away and had even made it to the tobacco store to pick up a case or two of cigarettes before you even made it home. And you did make it home, into the safety of your walls with armfuls of groceries.

Breaking glass had you alert, dropping the groceries in the kitchen to look at the front door where the glass on it had been broken and a gloved hand was coming through to twist the knob once unlocking it. Your body was frozen in place, stuck where you stood in your home, a gun a mere five feet away in a kitchen drawer for easy access. But you seemingly couldn’t break out of your fear struck stage.

With the front door swinging open and masked men bustling into your home, the sight of their guns seemed to break you, immediately lunging for the drawer but a muffled shot to your shoulder had you screaming in pain and collapsing to the floor. Blood dripping from the wound, soaking your tanned shirt and dripping to the floor as well.

You’d never felt pain so excruciating and this was unbearable in so many ways. Tears streaked down your cheeks, hands grabbing your feet and beginning to tie your ankles together had you becoming aware of your surroundings again. You let out another blood-curdling scream, trying to kick at the male but several more come to his aid, holding you down with ease.

The struggling ceases, along with the screaming as a hand is over your mouth, leaving you a muffled mess. Your hands and feet are tied in quick succession, your body being lifted and quickly carried out of your home but not before a message is left scrawled in your blood on the wall.

Happy only comes home because you’d not been answering his phone calls and seeing your car outside in the driveway settled a fear that was bubbling deep inside of him. But the moment he saw the broken glass on the front door, the door left ajar, the fear settled back in along with anger. Upon further walking into your shared home, he first noticed the message scrawled in dried blood on the wall, staining your white painted walls, a puddle of blood on the floor.


This meant one thing, and one thing only. The club had killed one of Darby’s family members, it being an accidental thing when they’d decided to raid his place.

He was hesitant about asking the guys for help, he’s never liked having to ask for help but he knows he can’t do this on his own. He’s only known you’ve been gone for ten minutes and he’s already feeling distraught, hands wringing together tightly as he paces around your home, looking for any other signs, something to let him know that you’re still alive and he’s not going to be finding your dead body.

Once he’s searched the home twice to only find nothing to help his case, he calls Jax, begs him to get the boys rallied up and headed to his place, that he’ll explain everything when everyone was there.

The sound of motorcycles was heard just five minutes after he and Jax got off the phone, and the first face he sees coming in through the front door is Jax, followed by the others.

Jax opens his mouth to speak but the sight of the blood-scrawled message on the wall has him completely silent for once in his life. His heart is in his throat, swallowing thickly and looking to Happy who’s got tears in his eyes though he’s trying to quickly blink them away.

“Darby.” Jax nods, looking to the boys. “Back on the bikes, let’s go!”

Everyone seemed to move faster than Happy had ever seen them move though he supposes they could say the same thing for him. He’s on his bike with his helmet on in a matter of moments. He’s also the first to leave his yard, the first one down the street, and the first one speeding so much he’s sure he’d be pulled over if the cops cared enough to do so.

It was like he couldn’t even think right, couldn’t focus on one thing other than getting to Darby’s. Everyone knows Darby isn’t very smart and because this is payback, he’s going to make sure that Happy knows exactly where to find his wife; alive or dead.

The drive seems like it takes forever, hours upon hours but Happy’s at Darby’s trailer house on the outskirts of Charming, barely even able to put his bike on its kickstand before he’s rushing the front door.

“Y/N!” He yells, having made it minutes before the boys, pulling his gun from his jeans and kicking the door in with surprising ease. The sight before him, his wife laid out, blood smeared across the floor like there was a struggle.

It all has Happy sick to his stomach, heart dropping from his chest into his stomach as he walks closer to her barely moving body. He can see the small but labored rise and fall of your chest, indicating you’re still alive and you’re breathing.

He drops to his knees, sliding to your side and carefully cradling your body to his chest, a shaking hand ghosting over you, trying to find the source of the blood but there’s so much of it and tears are clouding his vision. He can’t see straight.

“Baby? Baby stay with me, c'mon. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be alright, okay?” His voice wavers, little shakes and breaks here and there and you suck in as deep a breath as you can, your cloudy eyes opening and looking at Happy.

His features are blurry, you can barely make him out but his voice soothes you, the fear that’s settled deep in your chest at the thought of dying. But you’re oddly becoming peaceful at Happy’s close proximity, his voice in your ear as he nuzzles you close.

“H-Happy, no it’s O-okay, I’m okay.”  You cough, blood spilling down the side of your mouth, Happy beginning to rock you gently, not able to stifle the sob that leaves his lips.

You’ve never heard him cry like this, never in your life and it’s beginning to scare you. He couldn’t do this to you, you were going to be okay and he had to understand that.

But he watches as the life begins to leave your body, watches as you go limp in his grip and the rise and fall of your chest halts completely. An animalistic cry leaves his lips, head falling back as he cradles your lifeless body to his chest.

It’s like a hole is being ripped in his chest and his heart is being clawed out viciously. You’d only been married for almost a year, you hadn’t even had your first anniversary as husband and wife.

How could you be taken away so quickly? How could anyone do this to you?

Jax jogs his way up the steps into the trailer house, hearing Happy’s cries and the way he repeats 'no’ over and over. Jax sees your body in Happy’s grip, how he’s gripping at you like it’ll bring you back and keep you with him but you’re already gone.

Chibs makes his way over, hand settling on Happy’s shoulder and squeezing gently. “C'mon, brotha. We need to get her out of here.” He whispers, Happy’s body shaking under his hand as he nods and carefully stands. He carries your body outside to the van when Juice shows up in it, sitting in the back with you in his grip and caressing your hair back gently.


It’s been a week since Happy had found you, a week of not waking up to your face, a week of not hearing your voice, an entire fucking week since he’d last held you in his arms. It’s like a decline in his life like he’s under water and being held under.

He’d not left the house but to help plan your funeral and that was only for a short two hours. He was back at your house, curled in sheets that smelled so deeply of you, face buried in your pillow and crying himself to sleep again.

When it came time for your funeral, he dressed heavily in Samcro attire, pulling his kutte on over his jacket, sliding on his rings and necklace.

Riding to the funeral, he was head of everyone, the boys following behind in an almost practiced sequence, the entire group following the hearse that carried your dead body.

And when your coffin was lowered into the ground, Happy couldn’t help but collapse by the grave and beg you to come back, Jax and Chibs standing at his sides, hands rested on his shoulders as he cries.


Each anniversary, Happy goes out of his way to buy himself dinner and you a large bouquet of flowers and have a candle lit dinner at your grave with you.

No matter what, he won’t miss it for the world, and he won’t let you go.

anonymous asked:

camping trip in college!! the boys never camped back home and they're so excited to do such an "american" thing. would they love it? be terrible at it? over pack? under pack? go swimming in a lake? find some wildlife? would phichit be a glamper? what about hiking? or trying to fish? tent makeouts?? sharing a sleeping bag??? making hot cocoa and snuggling in front of the campfire????

Phichit says to Yuuri that he wants to try out as many “American” things as he can while they’re at school, and Yuuri is the one to suggest camping

They borrow a bunch of camping stuff from friends, including a truck

They absolutely over pack due to everyone’s favorite anxiety ball Yuuri

They greatly underestimate how annoying the bugs would be, especially because they picked a camping spot near a creek

Please picture Jock Yuuri with his biceps out carrying wood for a fire 😏

Despite neither of them ever making a campfire, Phichit is surprisingly good at starting them. He read about different log formations, “teepee” one being good for just a typical bonfire of smores and “log cabin/ platform” being good for cooking food, and has a knack for getting them lit quickly.

Phichit insists they make smores

They leave their phones in the truck so they don’t waste the charge and to have in case of emergencies. But they do bring a disposable camera for the novelty of it all. They both assume it’s going to be a little bit of a train wreck, so they want to document it if they can. Phichit gets some great shots of Mountain Man Yuuri attempting to spear fish and then fall into the water. Yuuri captures bead head Phichit and Phichit gets one of Yuuri with slightly curly hair since the humidity is so high.

Skinny dipping in the lake 😏👍

Phichit isn’t necessarily a glamper, but he really dislikes everything about feeling unclean. They stay there for a long weekend, and they can’t exactly shower when they’re there? (Aside from swimming) He hates how there’s always dirt under his fingernails and always feeling grime on his skin from dried sweat and just being out in the forest

Neither of them have the heart to kill any woodland animals so they bring all their food with them. They still try to fish for fun though.

Phichit SWEARS one night a turkey stuck its head in their tent while Yuuri was sleeping

One day while hiking, they pass a really cute family of deer with two adorable fawns. A different day they get chased by geese.

The first night, Phichit is cold and asks to snuggle up into Yuuri’s sleeping bag. They sleep just spooning like that. The next night it’s Yuuri who crawls into Phichit’s sleeping bag and kisses his neck until Phichit meets him with lips

Y’all, I’m seeing so many Klance foodtruck AUs all of a sudden so now I, as someone who spends part of the spring and  summer covered in grease and nacho cheese on a truck, have to add some painfully real head canons based on the shit I’ve seen.

  • Lance is literally The Worst at cleaning the damn truck. Do not trust him. There will be egg dried up on the floor from the last breakfast gig three weeks ago. It won’t come out. It smells. God help them all.
  • Hunk can and will scream at you if you get in his way when he’s trying to get at something.
    •  The truck is like five square feet of non-appliance space. He barely fits as is.
  • Keith is the customer from hell. He’ll look you right in the eye and ask you if you have -insert thing that they served at the last gig but not at this one here- when the menu is literally right in his face
    • Keith somehow always ends up at the foodtruck, whether he means to or not. Doesn’t matter what he’s doing or where the truck is, he’s there for some reason or another. Hunk thinks that Keith is lowkey stalking them. 
      • Lance thinks it’s fate
  • Pidge will help out for busy things like local conventions and shit to take orders and then hand them off to the kitchen to save them time.
    • Poor kid has to deal with the customers from hell
    • She’s also the one to have to scream at people when someone steals from the tip jar
      • The tip jar is all hers
  • They often make the mistake of under/overestimating how much stuff they need. They’ll show up with a completely packed truck with bread rolls literally under the driver seat because there’s nowhere else to put them and only three people will buy anything.
    •  One of them is Hunk, one is Keith, and one is a random passerby who isn’t even involved in the event they’re there for.
  • Shiro owns the truck, but he never fucking shows up to anything. He just sort of tells them what to do and they do it. If he does show up, it’s to talk to people and self-advertise the restaurant they run it from.
  • Allura and Coran run a food truck that works a lot of the same places they do. It’s a dessert truck. Sometimes Lance will go to them and offer deep fried macaroni and cheese bites in exchange for a chocolate cupcake. 
    • It only works on Coran. Allura doesn’t just give free food.

omg remember that time when the desert wolf (corinna?) came around and found malia trying to disconnect the tv things from the trucks, when the pack was playing the lacrosse charity game, and she immediately figured out that stiles was the one for malia? like even a character who was there for like 20 minutes knew, but oh wait, srydia is not fan service and it has been building up even since s1 PLEASE


Originally posted by stayingmintyfresh

collab with @rapmoniepapi !! Go follow her for part 3!! actually follow her anyway shes dope af

the next part will be on her account, then switch back to me.

Summary; You’re friends with a group of trouble makers, ‘junkies’ as the town calls you. But one day… it gets all too much.

part one part two

Jin dropped me off at the bus stop, 5 minutes before the last bus came.

“Thank you, Jin,” I said smiling, “I’ll text you when I get home?”

“Please,” he responded, grabbing my hand, “are you sure you want to go home?”

 "Unfortunately, I have to,“ I responded, squeezing his hand, "I’ll see you tomorrow!" 

"Bye, (y/n)!” he yelled towards me as I shut the truck door. 

As I turned, I heard his slowly pull out and onto the street. As I neared the bus stop, I saw someone else sitting there. He looked mysterious and cold, his black hair was shining, with the sun setting, and him and his all black outfit didn’t help with me thinking he’s closed off. As I sat down next to him, I saw his head snap up, and him sniff the air. 

“You smoke?” he asked, his head tilting, a slight smirk on his face.

“Let me guess, I smell like it?” I asked, sighing, “My parents are gonna kill me. Great." 

"I got some cologne, if you wanna use it,” he held up his backpack, “I smoke, too. I always bring it with me to mask the smell,” he set his backpack back down, opened up and handed it to me, “here." 

"You are such a blessing to me right now, you don’t even know,” I grabbed the bottle from his hands, spraying it a few times on me, and handing it back to him, “thank you.”

“Of course, cutie. I try and help other smokers not get in trouble,” he said, chucking, “I know the pain of it," 

"How do y-” I got cut off by the bus pulling up, and as the doors open he stood up, along side me, stood back a second, and let me go on first. 

“Thanks, cutie,” I said, winking, and I got to see him blush. 

Score for me.


The bus ride was not long enough, as I dreaded getting off the bus, but unfortunately, as I got off the bus and started walking towards my home, I could just feel the negativity already. 

‘You can do this, (y/n), you’ll be okay.’ I thought to myself as I took a deep breath, walking into my house. 

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN? HAVE YOU BEEN WITH THOSE HOOLIGANS AGAIN?” my mother screamed as soon as the door shut. 

“You don’t need to know my business,” I snapped back at her, “not like you care,” I said, muttering the last part. 

“What did you say to me?!” she yelled again, yet this time, she raised her voice even more, starting to scare me even more, although, I remained silent, and stood still. 

“Answer your mother!” Oh, great. My dad is in on this now, I’m not getting out of this one without a fight. 

“I said, Not. Like. You. Care.” I said, basically spitting every word at her.

“Of course I don’t! You smoke! You drink! You hang out with those hooligans all the time! You’ve become a disappointment to this family.” She said, rolling her eyes.

I felt my heart and stomach drop. I knew I was a little messed up, everyone is, but I didn’t know she hated me to this extent. It felt as it I couldn’t breathe and I needed to get out. I started jogging towards our glass door we keep in the back, and I felt my dad push me into it and it shattered. He’s never gotten violent with me before, and not only did he make me feel embarrassed, but I felt pain, and humiliation as I heard them laugh at me. I picked myself up, and ran to my room, crying. I pulled out my phone, fumbling as I did so, and pulling up Namjoon’s phone number. 

“Yo (y/n), you miss us already?” He said, his voice cheerful as ever, and all I could get out were choked sobs of, “Namjoon,” and “Help, please." 

"Stay where you are, and stay on the phone with me, okay baby? Calm down, Jin hyung, Hoseok hyung and I are running to the truck. Are you home?” He ask, his voice now having worry, but I detected a slight underlying of anger. 

“Yes, I a- oh my god.” I said, looking at my hand, another choked sob coming through. 

“(Y/n)? What is it? (Y/n)?” He said, and I heard a slight, “Step on it, hyung." 

"I’m bleeding, oh my god, he- he-” I stammered, trying to catch my breath but just to start crying again. 

“What did he do?” I heard the anger more evident in his voice now. 

“He pushed me into our glass door, and it shattered and I’m bleeding, oh my god.” I said, my voice hitching. 

“(Y/n). We’re here, Jin hyung is gonna come get you, and bring you to the truck. Hoseok hyung gonna pack your stuff, and I’m gonna have a little chat with your parents.” He said, hanging up.

anonymous asked:

Can i ask for some bros helping their s/o out during a panic attack? Class has been stressing me out OTL ALSO i love love love you guys' writings! Thanks for the hard work ❤

My personal apologizes for the stressful classes, anon. I can totally relate to that 😳

With that said, I hope you can find a small means of escape through Leigh and I’s writing!

I’ve found that literature is a good way to step away from it all 💕


Song: “Beach Baby” by Bon Iver


You weren’t exactly sure what it had been to set you over the edge.

Between the extra shifts you had been picking up in between classes, the endless deadlines drawing near, and the stress of maintaning your relationship with the prince, you had been worked to the bone for what felt like an eternity.

Sure, you had been managing, what with can after can of energy drink and minimal eating to stay awake and get everything done.

But you can only manage for so long, and everybody has their tipping point.
A long awaited Friday night date with Noctis just so happened to be that tipping point.

You had been looking forward to it for weeks, your excited red scribbles of pen scrawling out each coming day on the calander, anxiously counting down.

Knowing how hard you’d been pushing yourself, all of the guys had chipped in to make this a special night.

Gladio and Prompto had offered to go on a hunt and score some extra Gil to pay for expensive ingredients, whilst Ignis had taken the role as chef to prepare the meal.

They wanted to make sure you didn’t lift a finger.

You felt like a princess, being taken care of by everybody to have a relaxing night with your boyfriend.

You should’ve been at ease, in the comfort of your and Noctis’ shared apartment, sitting across his smiling face illuminated only by the soft light of flickering tea candles.

But you weren’t.

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I’m not gonna lie to you guys I saw Expendables 1 & 2 in theaters but I still haven’t seen 3 and nobody told me that Wesley Snipes, Rhonda Rousey, Harrison Ford and Kelsey Grammer are in it

my dream woman: 

A tall, buff, butch lady who has a truck and a pack of scary dogs that are really just butter balls. She’s an incredible cook and really good at telling stories. She indulges me in adventure, when I say stuff like “I want to go snowboarding” or “I want to go hunting for bigfoot”, the truck is packed up and she’s ready to go as much as I am. She knows how to hold me at night, I always feel comfortable and safe in her arms. She laughs at all my jokes and makes fun of me when I’m being a dope. She’s a bold, lovable bean and I love her and her dogs unconditionally 

anonymous asked:

Prompt: The Titans and the Doom Patrol encounter each other in the middle of the same mission, given an AU where the DP isn't cripplingly dysfunctional so Gar never left.

Wow, this took me a while. I apologize, anon. I hope the wait is worth it! 

The first thing she noticed when he removed the mask were his freckles, and not the green skin.

It was funny, really. Everyone else was fascinated by the gold robot, or the one covered in bandages.

But Raven?

She noticed the shapeshifter; young, shy, awkward; he stood out to her amongst the crowd.

Unlike the rest of the Doom Patrol, he appeared to be close in age to her and the other Titans. 

“So, are you the good guys, too?” Robin queried, treading carefully. The wary leader still brandished his bo staff, just in case.

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Little Munson - Chapter 3

A/N - I apologize this has taken so long to get out. I admit that it’s not exactly how I planned for this chapter to go. However, I think it turned out pretty well.

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Taking My Life Away Part 3

Originally posted by sorrelrum

Summary: You get a job in another city, forcing you to leave your best friend behind. Or not. 

Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 929

A/N: Well, here’s part 3! There’s some bad language and mentions of alcohol, nothing too exciting.. yet ;) 

“Y/N look, I’m really sorry. I should have called you or something to let you know that I wouldn’t be there.”

Steve and I were ironing out the moving truck situation. It was a couple days since the incident at the tower, everybody was back and tomorrow was moving day. 

“Yeah, you should have Steve. It was so fucking awkward.”

“It couldn’t have been that bad.” 

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“Exemption” - Negan Imagine (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: [[REQUESTED]] Negan finds out you’re immune to the virus that caused the outbreak.

Word Count: 1616

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Warnings: suicide contemplation


Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Originally posted by justnegan

You watched in quiet frustration as the men who called themselves ‘The Saviors’ (ironically), raiding Alexandria from top to bottom. You were on camp when the attack happened, which you didn’t know to be thankful for or regretful over. The group was still grieving over the loss of Abraham and Glenn, whether they showed it or not.

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anonymous asked:

a car trip with grayson imagine???

of course! requests are open!!

When Grayson proposed to you that you take a 2,000 mile road trip you thought he was insane. Somehow, you said yes. 

The roadtrip consisted of 2,762 miles or forty hours in a car with him as you traveled across the U.S from Los Angeles to New Jersey to make it in time for his family’s Christmas celebration. As soon as Grayson got his license he suggested it and you called him crazy. Ethan told him he was downright insane and that traffic would be crazy as well. After a week of begging, you finally agreed to it. Grayson rushed to the grocery store, packing his truck full of snacks and buying extra car chargers to ensure that no phone would die. Ethan on the other hand booked himself a plane ticket, telling you two to enjoy the fun of being stuck together for two days and telling you that he would see you in New Jersey. 

After dropping Ethan off at the airport, the two of you would make your way to Interstate-40 beginning your long trek towards New Jersey. 

The first few hours wouldn’t be bad, just full of small Californian towns and dried out places, music from Tunesdays being played over and over again. You snapchatting him lip-syncing and even singing, though he would scold you, constantly teasing you about your vocals. 

As you made your way into New Mexico, the album would get old, Grayson muttering how if he ever heard a song off the album again he might kill. You would laugh, scratching his back for him as he complained of back problems. You two would be speeding down the Interstate, his eyes looking over at you often and you would scold him over it. Soon, the music would drown out your voices replacing it. The two of you would throwing random questions at one another as you dug up the pillows from the back seat as well as random snacks. You would find random surprises he had packed for you. Special Christmas themed cookies as well as headbands that were shaped like reindeer antlers, telling you that he got them because he said you would look “very cute in them, plus they show how we are in the Christmas spirit!!” 

As soon as the two of you entered the pan handle of Texas he would pull into a small hotel, telling you that he knew you could drive but he didn’t want you driving at night. All he really wanted was to sleep on a comfy bed. With a promise of an early start the next morning, you would both hit the bed, eyes closing as soon as your head’s hit the pillow. 

The next morning, you would hesitantly wake him up at 5:00 A.M. promising him that you didn’t mean to hurt his feelings by waking him up so early, but you had some time that you had to make up for. Groaning, he would beg for just a few minutes more and you would give it to him, taking a quick shower and then waking up Grayson after. As soon as he showered, both of you would raid the hotel’s breakfast bar before running off and hitting the interstate once again. 

This time, you would drive, Texas seeming to go on forever but you wanted Grayson to get his sleep knowing he had done plenty the day before. You would still be vlogging, your camera on the dashboard and whenever you got the chance you would take sly snapshots of sleepy Gray. When he awoke again, you would pull into a gas station in Oklahoma, Grayson getting recognized a bit the two of you laughing as fans complimented you. When you got back in the car you would warn him of just how much farther you had to travel, his eyes rolling as it seemed impossible but the sight of you would make him smile once again. 

The second day would be filled of lip-syncing to random throwback songs and even eventually deciding to do a live stream on Instagram and answering questions. It would be full of laughs, a few negative comments but mostly filled with jokes and random dares. 

By then it would be night again, Ethan facetiming you two to make sure you weren’t tugging at each other’s nerves yet. When you reassured him that you were in Pennsylvania and just a few hours away from home, he would laugh, staying on with you and reading numerous twitter comments about your live stream. 

Before you knew it, you were driving across the state line of New Jersey, the two of you clapping in excitement, happy to soon be in a bed again instead of the dense seats of the truck. 

Ethan and Cameron would greet the two of you, smiling wide as you and Grayson’s expressions showed tiredness. 

Before you two went to bed, Gray would wrap his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear how great the trip was how all the memories you made together would never be forgotten. 

A/N: I know this isn’t how a usual imagine is formatted, but it is super late so I got carried away and it is probably trash sorry!!! Please feel free to request more imagines! 


Raven: “CARMIN. We need to go lets go! It’s a long drive home.”

Carmin:  “BUT THE BIRDS!”

Raven: “If you want to stay here, alone in the middle of the woods which you hate so much, you are more than welcome to stay and enjoy your birds.”

Carmin: *blinks*

Raven: *smirks* “Your choice.”

Carmin: “But.. there are bugs..”

Raven: “Especially spiders.”


What I need..

I just want to escape this town.
I want to get a truck.
Pack everything I can in it..
Drive to a town I’d be happy..
And stay… Away from this stupid place.
Somewhere my happiness might count.
Somewhere I could be real and it count.
Somewhere I might be recognized.

One unhappy guy.