you owe me girl

Mother Nature

Request from anon for a Happy x Reader using the following prompt:

#7 - “Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?”

Originally posted by wakinguptheneighbours

You groan as you lay curled up on your side, the first day of your period always being the worst. The random TV show that you’ve put on to distract yourself fades out into the background, the amusing characters not helping at all.

Your phone rings, a huff leaving you as you reach for it, not in the mood to talk right now. “Hello?”

“Someone’s grumpy.” Happy jests, and you can tell he’s smiling to himself. You feel yourself perk up slightly, the sound of your boyfriends voice having that effect on you.

“Sorry, babe. You coming round soon?” You look at the clock as it shows six pm, Happy promising you that he would be home earlier today, and you really hope he remembers.

“That’s why I called, I’ve just stopped at the store. You want anything?” he asks, your heart melting at his simple yet thoughtful gestures. “I’ve already grabbed your favourite ice cream.”

“If only SAMCRO knew how whipped you are.” you tease, pulling yourself to sit up as you smile down the phone. “Could you grab me some tampons, please?”

You laugh as Happy coughs down the phone, your request catching him off guard. You’d never asked him to get them for you before, but you’d been together for eight months now. It’s not like you decided to almost run out of your favourite kind.

“Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?” he questions once he’s recovered from his coughing fit. God, for someone with a name like Killer he really was a baby.

“Did I stutter?” you sass, enjoying your boyfriends squirming. You hear him move around the store, his boots moving around loudly. “The blue ones will do.”

Blue ones? There’s about fifty different blue ones.” His tone is stiff and full of embarrassment, a smirk slipping onto your lips. You’d had to buy condoms in the past, and damn if you weren’t embarrassed. Now it was his turn.

“Yes, the blue ones. They’re the bigger ones, suitable for heavy flow.” You have to restrain yourself from laughing as you Happy curses lowly down the phone, a sound of accomplishment leaving his lips once he finds the right ones.

“You owe me for this, baby girl.” he warns, though you know he’s only joking. He’d do anything you asked him to, you having him wrapped around your finger, even if you didn’t know it.

“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll put my mouth to good use.” you flirt, your tone teasing and seductive. You receive a growl in return, a snicker emerging from you.

“Behave, (Y/N). I’ll be there in ten.” You hum in response, pulling yourself up from the sofa.

“Drive careful, I love you.” The words never lose their touch, a giddy feeling rushing through you everytime you say it, just knowing that Happy is yours and only yours.

“I love you, Princess.” he responds, your cheeks flushing even though he can’t see you, a dorky smile on your face.

A/N - Thought I’d do a Happy request for a change since I’ve been doing a lot of Jax lately, not that I’m complaining ;) hope you enjoyed❤

Everything I’ve Written About Ashton Irwin

// TEXTS: //

You try breaking up with him while he’s on tour

He buys you tampons

You two break up (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

He’s too distracted by you (Part 2)

He sees you get hate for dating him

He’s a jerk to you in front of the boys

He wants you back but you want to be friends with benefits (Part 2)

He says something that makes you insecure

You lost your phone

He tries to make you jealous (Part 2)

He’s drunk and Luke takes his phone (Part 2) (Part 3)

He wants you to stop comparing yourself to other girls

You don’t like when he spends money on you

You want to learn how to play the drums

Talk of his hair

You want to see him in Michael’s Han Solo costume

You tell him which celebrities you’d hook up with

// ONE SHOTS: //

Go to Bed Angry

Even Their Names Sound Good Together

Hotel Chelsea

Castle on the Hill

Two Homes

// SERIES: //

Knuckles (Part 2) (Part 3)

// BLURBS: //

That’s My Girl


// PROMPTS: //

“You owe me closure. You at least owe me that.”


April 7, 2016

Michael | Calum | Luke | 4/4

Beauty and the Beast

A/n: First of all, I am well aware this song did not exist in Hamiltime, but I write so many modern AUs, I thought I would try a Hamiltime fic. I just took a few creative liberties, but so did Lin-Manuel Miranda so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Second of all, this request was just for the song, but I kind of used the plotline to give the fic some depth.

Pairing: Lafayette x reader

Warning: awkward French

Requested: Yes, @kate-lionheart requested a songfic with Beauty and the Beast. (I hope this is close to what you wanted) 

Requests are super open and appreciated. 

Word Count: 1143



Y/n thought New York City was a beautiful place to live, even in the middle of a revolution. It was far more liberal than any other cities when it came to women’s rights. This was especially important to Y/n, who came from the ever so respected and prominent Y/l/n family. Her closest friend, Angleica Schuyler, and herself would often go around town, passing out pamphlets urging a revolution, but also a revelation. They advocated strongly for rights of man to be extended to women, particularly the right to knowledge.

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A song for you || Taehyung

genre: angst, a bit of humour
blurb: what do you do when you get an offer to sing a duet with your ex? you accept, of course. [requested]
word count: 2553

Tension filled the air as the manager’s words sank in. It was eerily silent as several sets of eyes darted from Taehyung, to the manager, and then back to Taehyung. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop from a few meters away. It was as if everything that followed would depend on this very moment, and every single person in the room was holding their breath. Jimin’s teeth were gnawing on his soft lips, and Jungkook was nervously twiddling his fingers behind his back where no one could visibly see his state. Namjoon’s gaze was heavy while Hoseok couldn’t bear to even give them a mere glance. Yoongi was motionless while Seokjin gulped every few seconds or so.

“What?” Taehyung finally broke the silence, his voice hoarse. “What did you just say?”

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I Will Make You Believe You Are Lovely

Brendon making an insecure, trouble ridden reader feel loved <3

(Y/N/N) = Your Nick Name


You sit on the couch, snuggled up next to Pete watching Captain America: Winter Soldier, waiting for Brendon to come back. You lean against him and he wraps his arm around your shoulders and rests his right ankle on his left knee.

“When did they like exchange addresses? How’d he even know where Sam lives?” Pete asks out loud.

“Shut the up and watch the movie.” You laugh a little. You hear the door open and close but you’re too comfy and engrossed in the film to move. The sound of keys being placed on the table makes you look over and see Brendon, standing with a wrinkled forehead.

“Um…hi.” He says, confusedly. Pete looks over and nods.

“Oh hey, man.” He replies. You hear  Brendon walk into the kitchen and pour himself a glass of scotch. Pete gets a text and reads it before sighing.

“Alright, I gotta go.” You whine and pull him back down on the couch.

“Nooo, don’t leave.” He laughs and stands back up.

“Your Man Candy’s back, I don’t need to babysit you anymore.” He stretches and ruffles your hair.

“Alright, (Y/N/N). I’ll see you later.” You pout as he grabs his keys and puts on his shoes.

“See ya!” Pete yells. Brendon replies by yelling ‘Bye!’.

He winks at you before shutting the door behind him. You roll your eyes and lock the door, laughing at little at him.

When you turn around, you see Brendon strolling into the room, finishing off his glass. He sets it on the table before walking over to you. You expect a hug or a kiss but it’s neither of the two. He slams his hands on the wall behind you, pressing his body against yours. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him. You see his tattooed arms on either side of your head and you smirk, wrapping your arms around his waist and sticking your hands in the back pockets of his black skinny jeans.

“You enjoy your little date with Pete?” You roll my eyes.

“Brendon…” you whine.

“You were all nice and cozy, weren’t you.” He growls lowly.

“'Fuck outta here.” You smirk and chuckle. He slaps his hand against the wall.

(Y/N/N)?” He asks incredulously. You just giggle at his jealousy.

“Fuck no.” He grabs your face with his hands and aggressively connects your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth as your lips move in perfect sync. You pull your hands out of his back pockets and snake them up his back and into his hair. You tug on it a little which causes a moan to escape his mouth. He pats the back of your thigh twice notifying you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. His large hands automatically grab your ass, kneading it through your thin shorts as he carries you upstairs, peppering your neck with kisses. He sucks on your sweet spot which makes you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, Bren.” He practically kicks down the bedroom door and places you on the bed. You shiver underneath his tall figure that hovers over you. Brendon pulls his shirt over his head, the small breeze giving you a whiff of his scent. He reattaches your lips as he slides your shorts off leaving you only in your t-shirt and underwear. He snakes his right hand under your shirt while the other unbuttons his pants. You let out a moan as he caresses your chest, your heart rate speeding up. Your mind begins to flood with thoughts.

‘Is this really about to happen?’

‘What will he think when he sees me with my clothes off?’

'Will he take one look and get disgusted?’

'Will he just leave after he realizes there’s nothing to chase anymore?’

Suddenly, he stops and sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair. He lets out a completely humorless chuckle.

“Why’d you stop?” You sit up on your elbows, looking at the shirtless man confusedly.

“I can’t do it. I saw that…that look in your eyes of…hesitation. Anxiety.” He says, looking down. You sit all the way up.

“What? No, I was fine. I-”

“No, (Y/N)! You were shaking. I told you, I’m not gonna go that far until you’re ready.” He says, raising his voice a bit. You sigh, trying to convince yourself that he’s wrong but find it impossible.

“You’re right. I-I’m sorry.” You drop your head and cover your face as your eyes begin to burn with oncoming tears.

“No, no, no. Babe, why are you crying?” Brendon leans forward and pushes a strand of hair out of your face. You turn away from his touch and take a deep breath.

“We’ve been together for over a year and…” You inhale, trying to regain the strength in your wavering, cracking, voice. It didn’t work.  

“I’m still too fucking insecure a-and pathetic to give you what you deserve, Brendon. You’ve put up with my bullshit for 15 whole months and  I still can’t even….” You trail off into tears. He wraps his arms around you and moves so he’s sitting on your left.

“Babe, first of all: bipolar disorder is not bullshit, alright. It’s one hundred percent real. And on top of that you’ve been dealing with like, super severe anxiety which I’ve told you before, I know what it’s like and it sure as hell ain’t easy.” He sits in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“Second of all: You don’t owe me a damn thing, baby girl, alright? And I know you don’t believe me when I say this but you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I think you’re absolutely perfect and I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes. Because you’re fucking worth it, (Y/N). I need you more than anything or anyone in the entire world and I promise to love and protect you with my entire being for the rest of my life.”

You grab onto Brendon, holding onto him for dear life. No one has ever said anything to you that has totally and completely left you speechless.

“I love you….so fucking much. I don’t know how I’d live without you.” You mumble into his shirt. He holds you in his arms and kisses your temple before resting his chin on the top of your head. It’s silent for a short moment until Brendon speaks up.

“(Y/N)?” He mumbles into your hair.

“Yeah?” You sniffle against his chest.

“Will….” He pauses for a second.

“Will you marry me?” Your heart drops. You pull away from him and look him in the eye. He’s grinning like an idiot.

“Brendon….are you- are you fucking with me right now?” You can feel tears coming on as he shakes his head. Your eyes widen as his smile does the same.

“Of course, Brendon! Yes, holy shit.” You start crying all over again. You wrap your arms around his torso and he adorably giggles as you push him on his back, straddling his waist. You attach your lips to his and they move in sync, slowly and passionately until you finally pull away for air.

“I love you, Brendon.” You smile, resting your head on his chest. He rubs your back.

“I love you too, Gorgeous. And I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I can’t wait to call you mine forever.”


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Jon & Rhaegar Parallels


His thoughts kept returning to Arya. There is no way I can help her. I put all kin aside when I said my words. If one of my men told me his sister was in peril, I would tell him that was no concern of his. Once a man had said the words his blood was black. Black as a bastard’s heart. (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)

“Rhaegar won, damn him. I killed him, Ned, I drove the spike right through that black armor into his black heart, and he died at my feet. They made up songs about it.” (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)


“Snow,” an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)

Yet when the jousting began, the day belonged to Rhaegar Targaryen. The crown prince wore the armor he would die in: gleaming black plate with the three-headed dragon of his House wrought in rubies on the breast. (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)


Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. (Bran, A Game of Thrones)

“Your father’s lands are beautiful,” he said. His silvery hair was blowing in the wind, and his eyes were a deep purple, darker than this boy’s. (The Griffin Reborn, A Dance with Dragons)


Bring her home, Mance. I saved your son from Melisandre, and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. You owe me this one little girl. (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)

Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it. (The Kingbreaker, A Dance with Dragons)


He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird’s nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell… I want my bride back… I want my bride back… I want my bride back… (Jon, A Dance with Dragons)

“In my dreams, I kill him every night,” Robert admitted. “A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves.” (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)


He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son. (Tyrion, A Game of Thrones)

Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. (Daenerys, A Clash of Kings)


The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. They had found him still holding her body, silent with grief. (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)

“It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought … the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. (Samwell, A Feast for Crows)


The thought of Jon filled Ned with a sense of shame, and a sorrow too deep for words. If only he could see the boy again, sit and talk with him… (Eddard, A Game of Thrones)

The new king had already provided the realm with an heir in the person of his son Rhaegar, born amongst the flames of Summerhall. Aerys and his queen, his sister Rhaella, were young, and it was anticipated that they would have many more children. (The World of Ice and Fire)


Jon Snow would see through the impostesure at once. Lord Stark’s sullen bastard had known Jeyne Poole, and he had always been fond of his little half-sister Arya. (Theon, The Winds of Winter)

"Not sour, no, but … there was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense …” The old man hesitated again. (Daenerys, A Storm of Swords)


Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his brother was strong and fast. (Bran, A Game of Thrones)

It was not the first time the queen had made note of Waters, a lean young man with grey-green eyes and long silver-gold hair. The first time she had seen him, for half a heartbeat she had almost thought Rhaegar Targaryen had returned from the ashes. (Cersei, A Feast for Crows)


She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything. (Jon, A Storm of Swords)

“Ser Jorah named Rhaegar the last dragon once. He had to have been a peerless warrior to be called that, surely?”

“Your Grace,” said Whitebeard, “the Prince of Dragonstone was a most puissant warrior, but …” (Daenerys, A Storm of Swords)

To Borrow #6

Here is our little dark cupcake called Saeran. This is definitely AU as he didn’t go to high school or anything like that but hey, I can hope that in another 2D universe he didn’t have such a sucky life and is just the broodier, edgier punk of a kid who shops at Hot Topic/Dangerfield/Off Ya Tree (Aussie here ^_^) and begs his mother for money for a new piercing for his birthday. In my head I could see troubled adolescent Zen and Saeran being besties sans motorcycle gang. 

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Prompt List

Here’s a prompt list for you guys to request with! You can just do just a dialogue prompt, just a situation/au prompt or both! Feel free to  request whenever!


  1.  “I love you, but I can’t do this anymore.”
  2.  “He loved you a lot.” “I know.”
  3.  “You call this cuddling? You’re choking me!”
  4. “I know you don’t want to see me anymore but please, just listen.”
  5.  “Let’s pretend I didn’t see you do that.”
  6.  “I wuv you so mu–” “Oh my god are you drunk?”
  7. “Are you challenging me to a round of _______? Because I will not hesitate to demolish you!”
  8.  “I have a dumb idea!” “I love dumb ideas!”
  9. “____ YES!” “_____ NO!”
  10. “You’re singing in the shower is amazing! Please don’t stop!”
  11. “just tAKE THE JACKET”
  12. “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!”
  13. “woah what happened while I was gone”
  14. “Shhhh, I’m hiding!”
  15. “I wish we could stay here forever”
  16. “I’m FINE!”
  17. ”I thought I lost you”
  18. “I let you down. How am I supposed to forgive myself for that?”
  19. “Holy shit, I’m in the wrong car.”
  20. “Stop calling me cute!” “Stop doing cute things!”
  21. “Let me help with this? I owe you that.”
  22. “Paint me like one of your French Girls.”
  24. “Stop yelling and sit down already.”
  25. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”
  26. “I trusted you.”
  27. “Well this has gone terribly wrong.”
  28. “Screw you!”
  29. “Oh my God, you’re bleeding.”
  30. “C-can you hold my hand?”
  31. “You’re so warm.”
  33. “Are you playing with my hair?”
  34. “I hate you!”
  35. “I could never forgive you.”
  36. “I never loved you.”
  37. “My rage can not be stopped.”
  38. “I have neither the time or the crayons to explain this.”
  39. “The buddy system is very important, you may be lost. NOW GIVE ME YOUR HAND!
  40. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a child.” “YOU WERE THROWING SCISSORS!”


  1. Soulmate AU - Tattoo of First Words to Each Other
  2. Soulmate AU -Tattoo of What Their Soulmate Is Most Passionate About
  3. Soulmate AU - Tattoo of Their Soulmate’s Age When They Meet
  4. Soulmate AU - World is Black and White Until They Meet Each Other
  5. Fear of Something
  6. Game Night
  7. Impulsive Roadtrip
  8. Shopping Together
  9. Lazy Day
  10. Loss of a Loved One
  11. Fairytale AU
  12. Camping
  13. Sleepover
  14. Babysitting
  15. Competing
  16. High School/College AU
  17. Elevator AU
  18. First Meeting
  19. Coffeeshop AU
  20. Book Store AU
  21. Jealous/Over Protective
  22. Drunk Confession
  23. Vacation
  24. Pregnancy
  25. Domestic Life
  26. First Kiss
  27. Height Difference AU
  28. Accidental Love Story AU
  29. Fake Couple AU
  30. Roommate AU
  31. Childhood Friends
  32. Waking Up in Vegas
  33. Trapped in a Tight Space
  34. Neighbors AU
  35. PDA
  36. Blind Date AU
  37. Baker AU
  38. Teacher AU (of one of the characters kid or both teachers. No relationship with a minor.)
  39. I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting AU
  40. Almost burn down the house cooking AU
Oath | Ch.6 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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Word count: 4607

A/N: As promised, here it is! Enjoy and let me know what you think. ^^

“What do you want to talk about?” Hoseok asked as he closed the door behind him.

“Y/N…Seems like she doesn’t remember much about the crash.” Yoongi was troubled for some reason.

“Yeah. Better for us, right? We can use her with ease.” he grinned.

“Not so fast. What if she still remembers Jungkook? That would make things more complicated.”

“Maybe. But let’s just see what she knows first, ok hyung?”

“Yeah, we should. Oh, and about that…Do you think this is permanent?” Yoongi turned to face the other, doubt in his look. His voice was low and husky.


“Her amnesia.”

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“It had been so long since he had last seen Arya. What would she look like now? Would he even know her? Arya Underfoot. Her face was always dirty. Would she still have that little sword he’d had Mikken forge for her? Stick them with the pointy end, he’d told her…Bring her home, Mance. I saved your son from Melisandre, and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. You owe me this one little girl.“

The Signs as Songs from "The Other Side" by Tonight Alive

Aries: Hell and Back
Taurus: The Fire
Gemini: Complexes
Cancer: Lonely Girl
Leo: You Don’t Owe Me Anything
Virgo: Come Home
Libra: The Ocean
Scorpio: The Other Side
Sagittarius: Say Please
Capricorn: Don’t Wish
Aquarius: No Different
Pisces: Bathwater

***Imagine You’re Happy’s Old Lady And The Guys Think You’re Cheating On Him***

“I don’t know, man, your girl’s been acting kinda sketchy lately. She’s always sneaking around, never gives you a straight answer. You oughta get that shit in check.” Clay said to Happy as they sat at the bar. “She’s just stressed about getting the house ready for the guys that are gonna be staying there.” Happy replied with a shrug. “They’re coming in today.” Clay told him and Happy just nodded, not really caring.

Meanwhile, you had just finished getting the house cleaned up, and you were nervously pacing your bedroom. The clubhouse was completely packed so some of the members from Tacoma were going to be staying with you and Happy for awhile. You were super stressed that something was going to go wrong during all of this.


Happy had just lead the four Tacoma members, Lorca, Donut, Kozik, and Hamco, that we’re going to be staying at your house to your house from the clubhouse. “Looks like Y/N is already home. I bet she’s already started dinner.” Kozik said excitedly. When Happy was in Tacoma you and Kozik had become good friends.

Happy walked in the house and heard you talking to someone. “I don’t know! I love you already but I don’t know what Happy’s going to say when he finds out about you!” you said and his jaw twitched in a fury as Clay’s words from earlier echoed in his mind. He stalked off down the hall toward your bedroom, the other four followed curiously, wanting to see the poor sucker that the Tacoma Killer was going after this time.

Happy threw open the bedroom door, looking ready to kill. “Y/N, who the fuck are you-? Is that a dog?” he shouted furiously. “Um, yes he is a dog. Can we keep him?” you asked nervously as you stared at your furious Old Man and his group of brothers standing behind him. “When did you go out and get a fucking dog?” he snapped. “Well, I went to the grocery store to pick up some things for dinner and they were having this pet adoption thing. I know I should’ve asked you first, but I kinda fell in love with him. Think about it though, Happy, he could be a guard dog for while you’re gone and plus he’s just so cute. Can we keep him? You can name him.” you begged, picking up the German Shepard puppy and walking over to your Old Man.

“You guys want to go grab a beer from the kitchen?” Happy snapped at his brothers. They left immediately, Kozik snickering at you. “Next time, you fucking call me. You owe me big time for this too, little girl. Give me my boy.” Happy said and you handed him the dog. “Hey, Reaper, tell your ma that she oughta make us some food.” Happy chuckled to the dog, sending you a wink. “Reaper? Really?” you giggled at the name. “He’s a guard dog, ain’t he?” Happy muttered. “Thank you, baby.” you said with a smile as you pecked his lips.

You walked down the hall with the soft thuds of Reaper’s paws following you. “Hey, Kozik. Guys.” you said politely as you walked by. Kozik stood up to pull you into a hug and your tiny protector lunged forward, snapping at his ankles and growling. “Good boy!” Happy called proudly as he watched his dog protect his woman. You simply laughed and walked to the kitchen to cook dinner.

Reaper stayed near you for the rest of the night, not allowing anyone, not even Happy, to get near you. It was beginning to piss Happy off especially because you were letting the dog do it and giving him all of your attention.

So when everyone headed off to bed, Reaper climbed into the bed next to you and snarled and snapped at Happy every time he tried to get in bed. “If he’s gonna stay, you better train him. I’m not putting up with this shit.” Happy muttered as he pushed the dog gently out of his way. You scooted closer to Happy, kissing his lips. “Thank you.” you whispered, smiling up at him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, little girl.” Happy grumbled under his breath.

He’d never admit it to the guys, but you had him wrapped around your finger, anything you wanted was yours. Happy pulled you closer while leaving gentle kisses on your shoulder. For a big tough killer, he was super affectionate with you and he’d been talking about a dog for awhile now. So you knew getting him a dog would be a great stress reliever from the club.

Reaper sat at the foot of the bed, whining because Happy had pushed him away. Happy let out a sigh before saying, “Alright, come here boy,” and patting the space next to you for him to sleep. Reaper excitedly took his place on the bed and curled up in a ball after licking Happy’s face. You could  already tell that Happy and Reaper were going to be the best things to ever happen to you.

A Christmas Miracle

Number 6 receives a Christmas miracle with Negan’s help

Negan x wife number 6 (reader Y/N)

3200 words

Warnings -  Negan language, some sexual innuendos

Tagging some beautiful people

@mypapawinchester @kijilinn @mamapeterson @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negandarylsatisfaction @rapsity @strangersangel9 @wickednerdery @ladylorelitany @angelak72081 @scarygoodfanfics @superpinkkcat @gageef @ericas-negan77 @miss-nori85 @ali-pennell @smuttwd

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(It’s been over a year since I felt the weight of your love leave my heart & lift off my shoulders. Nothing has been the same since that day but change is good & you leaving has allowed me to love myself with no reservation.)

I don’t have to remind myself to breathe anymore or bite my tongue to keep from screaming when I hear your name & when your favorite song comes on, my bones no longer rattle as it plays.. This must be what being free from you feels like.

(This freedom didn’t come easy & I’m proud of my progress… I clawed through each day with tears in my eyes & fear in my heart but being able to wake up in the morning & not be paralyzed by loving you anymore is my greatest accomplishment.)

The sunshine no longer pours from your eyes & that’s okay because it burns less spilling from the sky. It turns out that growth is nothing but singing in the same shower that I used to cry in. When you left, I thought I was dying- But now that I can smile on my own, I know what happiness is; And I don’t need your lips in order to taste it.

(You see, it wasn’t you who set me free- I did this. I owed it to that girl who was so broken but whose heart is whole again. There’s still some days filled with uncertainty but there’s one thing I do know… You don’t hold the power anymore, I took that away long before you let me go.)
—  It hurt like hell but I always said I’d lose you before I lost myself. // (A collab with lifeascolleen )

anonymous asked:

I love your writing, and since I'm still in major denial that Tadashi died, I would like to request Tadashi being adorable with much fluff ensuing. (:

Thank you! Don’t worry, you’re not the only one in denial. I’m bringing this over from my deviantart, because it has a bunch of fluff in it.  Enjoy!

You glare up at the bag of coffee beans sitting innocently on the top shelf.  Hiro, the little rascal, had hidden the step ladder that morning and then ran off, doingwho knows what.  The café was running low on coffee and Aunt Cass asked you to ground a new batch of beans.  The only thing standing in your way was the fact of your vertically challenged nature.

 Placing a hand on the shelf at eye level with you, you use it to try to balance yourself as you lift onto your tip toes.  You reach your other hand out, stretching it as far as it will go.  Your fingers barely even brush against the bottom side of the shelf you need to reach.  Still no farther than any of the other ten times you’ve tried.  Your grip on the lower shelf increases as if you could just push off of it to grow a few more inches.  You lift one foot up off the floor, balancing on the other and it almost seems to help.

 “Would you like some help?” a familiar voice sounds from behind you.

 You lower down from your stretch and turn around.  “Tadashi!” you smile gratefully.  “Yes, please.”

 He places his hands on your waist to move you over to the side.  With ease, he reaches up and grabs the bag, then turns and hands it over to you. You hold it close, and then go up onto your tiptoes again to give Tadashi a kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you.”

 You turn to walk out of the back storage room, but feel Tadashi’s hands on your waist again as he pulls your back to his chest.  “That’s all I get?  If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be struggling to get that.  Don’t I get more than a kiss on the cheek?”  His arms wrap around your stomach, locking your body to his. The longer you had been in a relationship with Tadashi, the bolder he had become in showing his affection toward you. He was no longer afraid to pull you in close and demand a few kisses.  Normally, you were quite happy to oblige him, however, now was not particularly a good time.

 You laugh, “Tadashi! I’m working,” you scold.

 “Yeah, and?” his breath tickles your cheek and his lips brush against your ear.

 “Haven’t you ever heard of business before pleasure?”  You try to wiggle out of his grasp, needing to get back to work.

 “When do you get off?” he asks, tightening his hold even more.

 You check the watch on your wrist.  “One more hour.”

 He groans and rests his head on your shoulder.  “But that’s so long from now!”

 You laugh again, “Don’t whine.  It’s not very becoming.”

 “You’re staying after you get off, right?”

 “Do I really have a choice?” you ask with a smile.

 He rests his chin on your shoulder and looks up at you innocently.  “No, not really.”

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