the text looks much better like this

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Prepping your print from file to finish:

I always hear people complaining about how much better the piece looked digitally, SO, here is a run down on how to get prints that look more like your original piece.

First of all, every printer is different.  Every paper is different.  Make sure you take the time to do test prints and become familiar with how your printer and paper combo work, as you’ll rarely nail a print your first try.  This one took about 5 test prints before I was confident to print on the expensive large paper Every time I mess up on a print, I save the remaining paper to use as scraps for test prints.

As you can see, the original piece looks very nice!  The focus is super strongly on the tiger, and all of the vibrant colors are still super evident in the background.  That said, when I print it as is, everything about 85% gray or darker turns BLACK.  And this is high quality paper designed to get accurate vibrant colors, too.

The best way to fix this is to do layer effects.  Brightness/contrast is my favorite, as a typical piece will generally print about 5x better if you up the brightness to around 15-25, and adjust the contrast up or down by 5-10 points.  That said, if you have a HIGH contrast piece (Darks against brights) like this one, you typically need to do a few more steps.

Often I’ll do a second brightness/contrast adjustment layer and push brightness to an obnoxious level so the darkest darks are closer to a mid-dark range.  From there, I’ll create a mask and use a transparent gradient tool to slowly pull back the brightness on all of the lighter areas of the image.

Additionally, due to printers using CMYK and your screen being RBG certain colors just physically CANNOT print.  Some people will always work in CMYK because of this, but honestly I like my saturated colors and most of my work is intended to be seen digitally so I only ever work in RGB.  Photoshop has a nifty toggle (Ctrl + Y) where you can toggle between CMYK and RGB view to see how your piece will appear when it prints.  It’s useful to check this because if you worked in a color that cannot replicate in print, you may want to shift it entirely before you even bother printing.

Artwork tends to desaturate a bit as it prints, so I’ll often make a Hue/saturation layer to play with, too.  In this case the image was already pretty damn saturated, BUT some of the shadows on the tiger were printing more brown than orange, so I adjusted the saturation a bit to keep them vibrant with the rest of the image.
**DO NOT use “Lightness” to lighten your image!  It basically adds a white overlay to your image.  Always use Brightness, instead.

After all of that, I have a final print that much more closely captures the essence of the original painting.  I could have tinkered even more, but to me the goal is a good print rather than an exact copy. 

For ULTRA high contrast images, like a dark room looking out into a snowy exterior, expect to do a LOT of adjustment to get it to print correctly.  Printers just aren’t too fond of super darks right up against super lights.

I could make a proper tutorial on this if people request it.  Mostly, just wanted to put my thoughts down in one spot!

this looks really bad but i trIED WH O OPS

 i wanted to animate thomas  really badly because like,, aghhghg 

HERE COMES SUMMER WITH AN EMOTION FILLED TEXT WHOOP 

hes a great person and all the times he’s said nice things about my art, its made me continue to draw, and since i started watching him everything in my life got so much better?? like wow aaagh ,,, recently he’s been saying suCH NICE THINGS about my art and it makes me so happy and makes me cry tbh because like,, he’s always there for everyone its so sWEET I CANT


so like,, thanks for lighting up my life, thomas 

everything you’ve done has helped me through so many dark times 

Because of you I joined a groupchat about you and it inspired me to make an actual Twitter account instead of a side one, and ever since all the people in the community have made me feel so welcome aaaaa


i’m gonna end this here because im ranting whoops,,, anyways i hope u like it ,, aa aa a @thatsthat24

[TRANS] HAPPY SUGA DAY [TO. ARMY]

hello, I am BTS’ Suga
haha how is it already my 25th birthday? it feels weird
I mean it seems like I was 20 a few days ago
It has been my fourth spring and my fourth birthday since debut
me, who was always impatient and has many worries about the future. me, who always seems to be 21 years old
performing in front of countless ARMY
and telling someone that your senior sunbae is doing concerts on the other side of the globe
and I live a busy life daily and I’m so happy meeting you guys it all seems like a dream
after debut many ARMYs made sure to celebrate my birthday like this every year is exciting. actually, I didn’t hold any significance on birthdays like that.
but I think about ARMY who are happy while taking care of this and that for my birthday, also makes me think my birthday is something special
ARMY thank you for making me a special person!
I may look like a person who lives just because they were born
but I’m trying really hard and trying to become a better person
please watch for a long long time in the future
Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes
as much as I’ve grown a year older, I will repay you with better music and better stages

p.s. I don’t want to grow older anymore

trans; @hobuing | do not repost or crop credit

hey? friendly reminder that it’s better to go 90%, 80%, or even like 50% vegan than to not try at all? (besides, no one can be truly 100% vegan, and we know that)

i’d infinitely rather talk to a vegetarian who has attempted going vegan, than a carnist who has never done any self reflection in their lifetime

pretty much all vegans will acknowledge that not everyone can go all or even most of the way vegan, but reducing some harm is better than turning a blind eye and not even trying

I like the idea of long distance relationship seungchuchu. Based on this one text post that I can’t seem to find orz…

Send me a number and a paring, and I’ll write a ficlet!
  1. “Here, let me see.”
  2. “Don’t look down.”
  3. “I’m sorry I yelled at you…”
  4. “Will you just hold still?”
  5. “This isn’t just about you…”
  6. “What’s that behind your back?”
  7. “When you’re happy, I’m happy.”
  8. “I wish this moment could last forever…”
  9. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”
  10. “I think I twisted my ankle…”
  11. "Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?”
  12. "Look into my eyes, what do you see?”
  13. “Of course you’d believe that…”
  14. “Your hands are so much larger than mine.”
  15. “Shhh, they’ll hear us.”
  16. “It doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches…”
  17. “Remember when you used to care?”
  18. "Why didn’t you text me back?”
  19. “Will you just tell me the truth?”
  20. “You’re too damn cute.”
  21. “Why are you laughing?”
  22. “That stuff can’t be good for you!”
  23. “This will only take a second…”
  24. “Don’t look at me like that!”
  25. “This tastes bitter…”
  26. “You think you could do better?”
  27. “Isn’t this a gorgeous view?”
  28. “You’ve been so selfish lately!”
  29. “Anything but that!”
  30. “Why did you think that was a good idea?”
  31. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”
  32. “Your eyes are red… Were you crying?”
  33. “We’re running low on time here.”
  34. “You’ve got something on your cheek.”
  35. “If I could just get you to understand…”
  36. “Don’t move, it’ll be okay.”
  37. “Hey, don’t raise your voice at me!”
  38. “Let’s take a deep breath…”
  39. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad.”
  40. “You call that music?”
  41. “Damn auto-correct…”
  42. “You can’t have it both ways.”
  43. “I’ve made a huge mistake…”
  44. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone screws up.”
  45. “You can’t do that!”
  46. “If you love it so much, then why don’t you marry it?”
  47. “We go on three…”
  48. “I’m not bothering you, am I?”
  49. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
  50. “I forgot you used to like this stuff!”

@belatedbeliever1127 helped me compile this list, since we wanted more fic request options. Feel free reblog and join in!

anonymous asked:

Hi so I absolutely adore the fics you've posted so far for bmc. It really brings to light the emotions of the characters and it's so well done. If it grabs your fancy, would you consider writing one where Jeremy becomes so delirious (from getting sick or a headache from the squip or something) that he spills all the self-deprecating things the squip told him to say to Michael? It would make my world if that existed, especially in your style of writing. <3

“Is Jeremy here today?” 

“Jeremy’s always Heere.” Michael says automatically without looking up from his phone. Where he is currently texting Jeremy. He’s almost forgotten that there are people actually around him when someone hits him across the back of his head. “Ow what the hell, Rich!

“Don’t even try, you brought that on yourself,” Rich says and the lisp does nothing to diminish the glare he’s got fixed on Michael. 

“If anything you brought that pun on yourself!” When Rich looks like he’s going to hit Michael again, or possibly punch him in the throat for better reach, Michael decides the safest thing is probably to just tell him what’s up. “Alright, yeah no, Jeremy stayed home today. I texted him this morning and apparently he’s sick. I’m gonna go see if he needs anything after school so if there’s anything you wanna tell him I can pass the message along.”

“Nah, I was just wondering since I hadn’t seen him even though I’d seen you.” When Michael only looks confused Rich continues, “Dude. You’re pretty much attached at the hip as much as two people who aren’t actually attached at the hip can be.” 

“You’re over exaggerating.”

“Oh yeah? Is that right?” 

“Yeah that’s right,” Michael says, looking down at his phone again. 

“Just out of curiosity,” Rich says with a suspicious air of innocence, “who’s that you’ve been texting?” 

“It’s-”

“This entire time since I came up to you-”

“I don’t appreciate-”

“and probably the entire day since you found out he won’t be he- at school?”

“Well I can’t just ignore him when he’s sick and miserable now can I?” 

Rich’s responding smirk tells him he definitely just rose to a very obvious bait and probably should have just kept his mouth shut. 


The thing is, Jeremy doesn’t do well when he’s sick. To start it off, he has no self-awareness or any clue at what warrants a sick day at home so it’s a miracle he actually didn’t come to school only to have Michael drag his sniffling and swaying ass home. Michael just assumes that Mr. Heere most likely was awake and forced Jeremy back to bed before taking off to his brand new job. 

Michael doesn’t bother with ringing the doorbell when he gets to Jeremy’s house. He knows the key is under the doormat out front, despite how many times he’s told Jeremy it’s the dumbest place in the world to put the house key (”Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you literally get murdered”, “Michael nobody even gets robbed this part of town!”, “Well there’s a first for everything!”). He unlocks the door, grumbling about safety and mostly lack thereof the entire time before he makes his way up the stairs to Jeremy’s bedroom. 

He hear the coughing before he’s even half-way up. He knocks on the door and shouts a quick “Don’t be naked,” purely out of curtesy, before barging in. 

“Hey Mich-” Jeremy’s raspy voice is cut-off by wet sounding coughs that tear through his body and forces him to turn over on his side so that he won’t choke. 

“Holy shit dude,” Michael says eloquently as he sits down on the bed next to Jeremy’s form. “I got you some cough drops,” he pauses as Jeremy’s cough takes over the conversation yet again, “but I honestly don’t think any cough drops in the world is gonna do shit for you right now.” 

“Ugh…” Jeremy looks up at Michael with wet eyes, “dad got me somethin’” he says and makes a gesture in the general direction of his bedside table where a bottle of something Michael presumes is medicine is residing. “It’s meant to like,” he makes a questionable gesture with his hand, “loosen up the crap in my throat, so that it doesn’t get stuck. Which is great and all but in turn means tha I’m coughing up slime every minute.” 

“Gross.”

“Tell me about it.” Jeremy says with a sigh and rolls onto his back again. Michael reaches out and puts his hand on Jeremy’s sweaty forehead, just to check. He nearly snatches his hand back after half a second and the only thing that stops him is that Jeremy had closed his eyes the second Michael touched him and is now letting out a sigh as if he’s actually remembering to relax for the first time today. 

“Dude, you’re burning up.” He feel slightly concerned now. Jeremy had told him he was sick but this is… a lot more than he had let on while texting. 

“Mm-hm…” Jeremy says, his eyes are still closed and there’s no actual indication that he’s heard Michael at all. Michael strokes his hand across Jeremy’s forehead and ignores the disgusting feeling of sweat clinging to it. It must feel nice to get something cool touching his hot skin. 

“Hey Jeremy,” he says as he strokes his thumb up the bridge of Jeremy’s nose, “I’m gonna go get some damp towels so you can cool down a bit, yeah?” and so he can get rid of some of that gross-ass sweat currently covering Jeremy’s body as far as he can see. Jeremy seems to have tossed his blanket practically across the bedroom at some point to alleviate some of the heat but even in nothing but a tank-top and boxers he looks like he’s going to boil from the inside-out. When he comes back with four smaller towels and a bowl of cold water Jeremy hasn’t opened his eyes and Michael thinks he might’ve fallen asleep. He arranges one of the towels over Jeremy’s eyes and the latter lets out a sigh of immense relief. “Does your head hurt, Jer?”

“Why’re you being so nice…” Jeremy’s voice is weak and it sounds like it hurts to talk. Michael frowns at the words. 

“When am I ever mean to you?” He asks with a scoff.

“You’re just always nice even after what I did.” Michael has to swallow down an automatic feeling of dread. Any reminder of the Squip usually has that affect. 

“We’re past that, Jeremy.” He keeps his voice quiet so he still sounds calm and not at all like his heart is beating out of his chest.

“I still hear him sometimes.” The words are so simple, and said so softly but it still seems like Jeremy is screeching, as though he’s calling out for help. 

“What do you mean?” He desperately tries to keep his voice calm as he sits down next to Jeremy, he wishes he hadn’t put a towel over half of Jeremy’s face now, wishes he could see what’s going on with Jeremy’s facial expression.

“I keep trying to-” Jeremy has to pause for a second as his voice breaks, “I just want to be better than what he said I was.” 

“Jeremy whatever he said it-” Michael’s words are interrupted by Jeremy who seemingly isn’t done. 

“He would always tell me how terrible I was, how I was gross and how everyone else thought so too…” Michael grabs Jeremy’s hand and squeezes it, unsure what else to do. “Fuck he was right. He was always right.” 

“That’s not true…” Michael whispers shifting so that he’s sitting closer to Jeremy, still squeezing his hand tight. 

“I still hear him, and- and sometimes I forget I don’t have to listen anymore!” Jeremy’s voice is shaky and Michael knows he’s crying, “I keep forgetting I don’t have to say it too.”  

“What do you mean?” Michael doesn’t want to know, but if Jeremy needs to talk he’ll listen, he’ll always listen. 

“He’d make me say things-things about myself…” comes the delayed response and this time Michael listens to the urge that’s telling him to remove the towel from Jeremy’s eyes, his headache be damned. He won’t let Jeremy get so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t remember he isn’t alone. Jeremy blinks his eyes open, and Michael notices right away that he was right. Jeremy’s eyes are red and the second the towel is off his eyes start to water and he looks so frightened and so small that Michael wants nothing more than to take all of the bad, horrible things the Squip told him and make them disappear. He knows he can’t though, the best he can do is just sit there, and hold Jeremy’s hand. 

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says softly and brings Jeremy’s hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the sweaty palm, “but I’m here, okay? I’m right here, and I’m listening.” Michael can’t be sure if his words do any good as Jeremy only seems to cry harder, but Jeremy needs to know he’s not alone. It takes a few minutes but after a while Jeremy seems to calm down enough to continue.

“Everything about me makes me wanna die.” Jeremy sniffs and fresh tears spring to his eyes and all Michael can do is gather Jeremy up in his arms and hold him close. “He’d make me repeat that…” Jeremy continues, “and I didn’t- I felt it. He just took things I already thought and felt and made me- I want him gone!” Michael’s heart breaks as Jeremy’s ramble ends in a wail, “I want him gone I want him- he’s still- Michael!” Jeremy sobs and grabs at the front of Michael’s shirt. 

“I’m here. It’s gonna be okay. He can’t do shit anymore. He-it’s just a voice and it’s awful and I hate it but that’s all it is. it can’t do shit to you anymore.” Even as he says it he isn’t sure if it’s true. With Jeremy still sobbing in his arms, he feels powerless and wonders silently if the Squip isn’t already doing shit, or if he’s just done enough damage to last Jeremy a lifetime. 

He pushes the thought away and squeezes Jeremy tighter. 

Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 4)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

It’s over? Finally, it’s over.

You’ve been anticipating the end of it for the last few days but only officially noticed the change when you swapped out of your university clothes for an outfit more comfortable to sleep in. It took too long for your liking, but the strange and unhealthy cravings have finally left your tastebuds, the lower abdominal cramps have finally disappeared, and best of all, you can now feel safe wearing white shorts in public again.

Your period, as nature always seems to plan it, couldn’t have been gifted at a more inconvenient time–just two weeks prior to Ashton’s next fight. They may not sound related, but not only have you been irrationally irritated with him over the last few days for strictly hormonal reasons, sending him off to gym sessions in less than great moods, but you also haven’t shared a night of intimacy together since the beginning of your premenstraul temper. You always hate how uncontrollably turned off you feel when you’re going through the monthly cycle, all the bloating and cramping antagonistic to your sex drive. You’re especially disappointed this time, because while you’re usually able to get back into swing of things once your body returns to its normal status, you might not have the opportunity to with Ashton’s upcoming match being so soon.

There’s a superstition–the origin of it a mystery to you–that has Ashton convinced he shouldn’t have sex in the week leading up to a fight. You know it’s got something to do with staying focused and bottling up the energy, and in the seven months you’ve spent with him you’ve been polite enough not to question it, but right now your hormones are going on a final rampage before they settle back down, and you want your boyfriend bad. Despite his strange rule you figure it’s worth asking since after tonight he’ll still have six more days to abstain, and honestly, what harm could one orgasm do?

Keep reading

the signs as boyfriends

aries ❤ : loves to joke with you.  you guys are always laughing together.  jumps out from behind things to scare you but picks you up and holds you when you scream.  always suddenly wants to leave the house at 2am.  human heater that always keeps you warm.  touches your butt 24/7.  he loves it when you play with his hair.

taurus ❤ : sappy traditional romantic.  would actually do the “put this on i’ll be here to pick you up at 8″ thing.  takes you out to dinner at least once a week.  loves to take you shopping and buy you things.  100% the boyfriend in sephora spending $200 dollars on his girl.  netflix and actually just chilling and napping.

gemini ❤ : always has you laughing.  you hardly ever just hang out at home because he always wants to go somewhere and do something.  has like 50000 anecdotes to tell you and just when you think he has to be out of stories he has another.  full of surprises, surprise gifts and surprise things about him.

cancer ❤ : big ‘ol whinebaby.  texts you ‘i miss you baby’ 5 minutes after you left.  will spend the entire day with you cuddling and napping and cuddling.  makes you mac’n’cheese before you come over without you even mentioning you’re hungry.  can always tell if something is wrong.

leo ❤ : super over-the-top with all the dates he takes you on.  hot air balloon rides and shit.  literally the biggest baby ever, he always wants to give you a backrub and always wants to be the little spoon.  constantly touching you, playing with your hair, holding your hand, touching your waist.  shows you off to his friends.

virgo ❤ : art museum and aquarium dates.  he makes you watch documentaries with him and won’t take no for an answer.  always well-dressed and lookin sexy and you don’t know what to do with yourself.  folds your laundry and calls you hun.

libra ❤ : literally wants to go to the grocery store with you.  he’ll call you up because he’d rather go pick up milk and bread with you than by himself.  buys you flowers and calls you pretty all the time.  constantly holding your hand everywhere you go and kisses your nose a lot.

scorpio ❤ : wants to share all his favorite things with you.  he wants you to love his favorite TV show and wants you to love his dog.  very vocal about how much he loves you, will send you paragraphs via text about how much you’ve made his life better.  loves to jokingly tease you but if anyone else does it he’ll knock them down.

sagittarius ❤ : you guys have a money jar labelled with the places you want to go together.  will honestly tell you if those pants make you look fat or not.  always up for anything, seems like he never sleeps and if you text him at any hour he’ll always offer to come pick you up.  

capricorn ❤ : buys you roses super often.  shows how much he loves you with the little things; picks up stuff that reminded him of you in the store and watches your favorite movie even if he doesn’t like it.  loves cuddling, believe it or not, and likes to lay on your chest and kiss your chin.

aquarius ❤ : takes you to the absolute best parties and doesn’t leave your side the entire time, tells his friends stories of things you’ve done together. shows you all the places he loves to go to, his favorite restaurant and his favorite park.  loves going on walks with you.

pisces ❤ : you literally receive “hey, thinking about you, you okay?” texts before you’ve even mentioned that you’re upset about something.  loves telling you about his ideas and dreams.  little spoon 100%, wants you to hold him and kiss his head.  always complimenting you and telling you how much you mean to him. 

If you think I won’t scroll through 3000 notes just to look at the tags you put on my posts, you really underestimate your importance and how a cute tag can make my day 100 times better

Does eating gold make me look a like a golden boy?


Let me try out!

Note taking for medical students on OneNote!

I’ve been asked a few times how I make my lecture notes so I thought I’d make a post about it.

First thing’s first: I use OneNote on the surface Pro! I absolutely love it - it is great for organisation - and I organise subjects into sections like this:

On the first page of each section, I have a list of learning objectives for that module, and then I make a page for each learning objective, and it ends up looking a bit like this (here is an example from my Genitourinary section) I’ve highlighted and arrowed some examples

So - for each lecture I have a template which covers most of the core aspects of a disease (aetiology, patho, epidemiology, treatment etc) and as the lecturer talks I make notes in the relevant paragraphs - I did this because my lecture notes used to just look like bodies of nonsensical text which I had to spend time organising and prioritising - my template for lecture notes looks like this:

And then when I get home, usually a few weeks after the lecture (It’s better to do it straight away but I struggle with doing that, so i normally do it in my revision) I tidy up all the notes, add  colours and pictures so that the finished product looks like this:

Those are my Huntington’s disease notes that I made today as an example.

So that’s how I make notes and it has helped me so, so so much with organising this year - if you have OneNote try it out and see if it works for you :)

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Series: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: mentions of emotional abuse

‘Request: can I get protective Reid pls? Like over an abusive ex or something? Thanks’

Well, this request coincided well 😂💕

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Your phone vibrated on the desk beside the case file. The conference room was empty apart from you and Reid so far. You picked it up, glancing at the message before signing and placing it back down.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Reid asked beside you.

“Yeah. It’s just, uhm, remember Y/E/N?” You saw Reid’s jaw clench for a brief second. You took that as a yes. “He keeps texting me saying he misses me lately and that he wants me back.”

“And do you? Want him back, I mean?”

“God, no. He was manipulative and selfish. I told him to piss off after the first string of texts but I’m just ignoring him now.”

“Good. You deserve so much better, Y/N.” Reid muttered under his breath as the rest of the team filled the room and took their places.

“Yesterday in Boston, the bodies of two women were found-”

As you focused on Garcia, Reid stared at you, looking for any traces of stress.

Spencer knew what your ex was like. He was the one who’d hold and comfort you on your bad days while your ex went out and partied and then got upset with you because Reid had his arms around you.

Spencer was there to witness the gas lighting, all the arguments that were Y/E/N’s fault but somehow ended up in you apologising.

Spencer was there when you doubted yourself because your ex made you feel guilty for speaking about something that made you uncomfortable and accused you of just being jealous or clingy or oversensitive.

Spencer was the one who helped you realise that when your ex cheated and ended the relationship, you were lucky. Lucky that you had managed to get out of a relationship that was extremely toxic.

Spencer was the one who helped you to never look back but he never once forgave what your ex had done and was worried that your ex might try to manipulate you back into his arms.

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You and the rest of the team stepped out of the elevator after a successful case. You were happy. Spencer had made sure that your mind was off your ex, not that you had time to dwell while dealing with a serial killer.

You grabbed the handle and pulled open the door to the Bull Pen, looking over your shoulder as Morgan told a joke. You stopped in your tracks as your head turned towards your desk.

“Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.” You held your face in your hand and turned towards the others.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Hotch asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

JJ’s eyes widened as she looked over at your desk. “That’s not…? Is it?”

“God, he cannot just take a hint.” You groaned. Spencer put his arm around you protectively and stared daggers towards Y/E/N who was brazenly leaning against your desk waiting for you.

“Who can’t? JJ, who is that?” Morgan’s voice rose.

“Y/N’s ex. Excuse me.” Spencer cleared his throat and motioned for JJ to take his place before striding across the Bull Pen.

“Care to explain what you’re doing here, Y/E/N?” Spencer crossed his arms.

“Dr Reid. Long time, no see. Listen, I’m just here to show Y/N how sorry I am for the way our relationship ended. I was a jerk, I shouldn’t have cheated. I was drunk and stupid and Y/N didn’t give me sex when I wanted it-”

Spencer landed a punch to your ex’s face that sent him crashing to the ground before crouching down at eye level. “No, you listen. You were emotionally manipulative. You were abusive. You made Y/N feel like shit not only about having normal worries but about herself. She deserves so much better than that, deserves much better than you. You are an asshole. She deserves someone who’s going to give her the world.”

Your ex gave a humourless chuckle, a trail of blood dripping from his nose. “And you think she’s gonna find that with you? The bloke she only views as a best mate.”

Spencer’s jaw clenched as he grabbed your ex and pulled him up. “She doesn’t want you back. Take a hint and stop trying. Don’t go anywhere near her and if I hear that you’ve bothered her again, I will be forced to do something that will have my badge and gun taken away from me. Are we clear?”

Your ex stayed silent.

“Morgan, get him out of here.”

Morgan stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of Y/E/N’s shirt, dragging him out of the building.

Spencer looked at the shock on your face and turned apologetic. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that-”

You cut him off by pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”


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Hellooo. So, I decided to not take a break after all. I figured the best thing to do after a break up is to keep busy so please keep hitting me up with requests, aha :’) Hope y'all are doing well 🌹 x

She understands that you’re busy. She understands that you have priorities. She understands that you can’t talk to her 24/7. But you know what? She would rather be able to at least talk to you a little bit than to not talk to you at all. No guy is that busy. If a guy likes a girl, he would talk to her and make no excuses. Nothing would stop him from talking to her. No guy is busy enough to the point where you can’t spare 10 seconds out of your day to text your girl to at least say “Hi” or “I hope you’re having a good day” or “I miss you” or “I love you” because it literally takes 10 seconds or less to type that and press send and when you can’t even do that, it really makes her feel like you aren’t interested, that she’s boring to talk to, or you could be full of shit and you’re actually “busy” entertaining some other girl. So now, she’s the one sending you double, triple, quadruple texts and you haven’t replied to any of them, making her seem like she’s the crazy, clingy, obsessed type when she’s not any of those things. But you need to know, a girl can only “understand” so much until she finally understands that she shouldn’t be looking like an idiot waiting for your texts to come. Just understand when you start hearing from her less and less until eventually, you don’t hear from her and by then when you finally decide to start paying attention, you’ll be the one having your messages left on ‘Read’.
—  anonymous
Dean’s Hands

Originally posted by disneyandthefamilybusiness

Pairing: Dean x deaf!Reader, Sam
Word count: 642
Request: @littlehotmess26 Thank you! I was wanting something with Dean and Reader. Where the reader is deaf and a hunter. Dean asks Sam to teach him sign language so he can talk her better. Lots of fluff. Please :)
A/N: I looked up the couple signs on google, as the app that I looked up is Apple only. -_- I planned to use more, but they were difficult to describe lol. I hope this is okay


It was rare that Dean was flustered by a woman, but you made it feel like he was blushing all the way up to his ears. He’d met you through hunting, and couldn’t get you off his mind. Now and then, you’d text, but nothing too much. A question about a case here, checking in there. Dean would have loved to text with you more, but was afraid of making an ass of himself. So, he left things as they were.

Dean had stayed back while Sam went to help you on a case. Sam saw how his brother looked at you, and the last thing he wanted was someone distracted. He was currently eating a burger, and enjoying a beer. “Dean!” Sam’s voice carried through the halls. “Dean!” He sounded panicked.

Getting up, Dean rushed towards Sam, and saw him carrying you. “What the hell?” He motioned to your leg. “You’re supposed to gank the monster, not her damn leg.”

Giving Dean a dirty look, he sighed. “Can you just get the first aid kit? I stitched her up at the motel, but I think it pulled, or it’s infected.” He sounded worried as he moved around Dean, towards a spare room.

When he heard that, Dean’s stomach dropped. Cas had been flaky lately, so he couldn’t even rely on him. Turning, he took off towards the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. He hoped that you’d be okay.


You were resting in a spare room, leg cleaned, and bandaged. The two Winchester men were sitting in the library, quietly sipping their beers. Finishing his, Dean licked his lips and looked up at Sam. “Teach me sign language.” He said quietly.

“Wait, what?” His eyebrows went up, a confused look on his face. “You want me to teach you sign language?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re cheaper than an app.” He shot back. “Will you teach me, or not?”

Sam chuckled. “Sure, Dean.” He nodded. “Surprised you’re doing this for a girl. Normally all you do is buy them a two for one jello shot.” He smirked, teasing him. “Or maybe you’ll splurge a bit and get her a mixed drink.”

“You’re an ass.” Dean chuckled, getting up. “When do you wanna do this?”

“How about now? I can teach you a couple things for when she wakes up.” He offered, watching his brother’s face soften before he sat back down.


They took turns checking on you, making sure you weren’t getting a fever or anything. One of the times Dean went to check on you, you stirred awake. You gave him a soft smile, and were surprised when he signed ‘how are you?’. He put his knuckles together, turned his hands until they were upside down, and pointed to her.

It took her a moment to register that, as he’d never signed with her before. Smiling, you signed by putting your thumb on your chin, fist out, and turning your fist in.

“Sore, Dean. She’s sore.” Sam’s voice made him jump. He turned, seeing his brother leaning on the doorframe. “Figured I’d come save the day if she confused you. Don’t want to overwhelm you too soon.” He chuckled, his hazel eyes went to you, and you could see the amusement in them.


That’s how it went for a few days, or Dean would look bashful before texting you that he was unsure of a sign, or just didn’t know it. More and more, Sam found the two of you together, both grinning, and signing or texting.

At first, Sam was surprised how quickly Dean caught on, but the more he watched, he understood why. He’d been teasing Dean about liking you, now he was seeing more. Dean was putting more effort into being near you than he’d ever seen him do with anyone else.

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That Kind Of Accidental Photo. ::TJ Perkins Smut::

Pairing: Reader x TJ Perkins

Word Count: 3,518

Warnings: Smut. Some swearing.

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Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone! I hope you have a great day whether you are with someone or not. And remember I love every single one of my followers. You guys are the best.

I was discussing this idea with @withwordslikeweapons (an absolutely fantastic writer, seriously go check her out), but I had no idea what wrestler to use for this plot. She immediately suggested TJ Perkins and boom, this fic was born.

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Originally posted by tjpfrance


I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, hoping that I would be able to get a better look without all the strands obscuring my view. It was still slightly nippy, not surprising as it was only mid February and I wanted to be quick about this considering the chill I was beginning to feel, stood in the bathroom dressed only in a bra and matching underwear.

I straightened one strap that had managed to get itself twisted, before looking at myself in the mirror, checking to see where the material was fitting and if it needed to be tightened. The red lingerie contrasted well with my skin and I couldn’t help but feel good about myself, even if I knew no one was going to see it. Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and while I admittedly wasn’t the biggest fan of the holiday, I was a big fan of the lingerie deals that were available in the run up. Well, that and the discounted chocolates on the day after. Taking advantage of the various offers, I had picked up some cute Valentine-themed lingerie as a treat for myself.

Standing with my back turned to the mirror, I craned my head, trying to look over my shoulder and get a good look of what it looked like from the back and while, I could see my panties just fine, my viewpoint was lacking in the bra area. I grumbled to myself, sure that my flexibility had been so much better when I had been back at school and it wasn’t as though I was that old. Picking up my phone, I saw that I had a text from TJ which I had received this morning, but had forgotten to reply to. And I really did need to reply, considering it was regarding the details of us car-pooling together tomorrow. Making a mental note to reply once I wasn’t half naked and hopefully slightly warmer, I brought up the camera on my phone and then proceeded to take about five minutes trying to find the right angle, so that both my front and my back (via the mirror’s reflection) was featured in the screen display, before taking a quick snap.

Peering at the result, I was satisfied with what I saw, liking the way the set looked on me and more importantly that everything was fitting right. Because let me tell you, bras were ridiculously uncomfortable when they didn’t fit properly and nothing soured the joy of new lingerie quite so quickly. Moving to delete the photo from my phone, I was interrupted by another text from TJ, urging me to get back to him, as he needed to know whether or not to wait for me tomorrow morning. Feeling guilty about making him chase me for my response, my fingers flew quickly across the screen as I tapped out a reply. It was only after I had hit send, that I noticed my phone had packaged a picture to send along with my message. I froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the feeling that the picture I had accidently sent, was the last photo in the world I wanted TJ to see. Preparing myself, I opened my messages back up, only to see my lingerie photo staring back up at me.

“Fuck” I shouted loudly, not caring if the neighbours heard me swear. Exiting the bathroom, I picked up the clothes I had discarded only moments before, frantically pulling on my skinny jeans and not even bothering to do them up, before reaching for my zip-up hoodie. I paused, the zip not even half way up yet, as I wondered what exactly the hell I thought it was, I was doing. The plan had been to run down the hall to TJ’s room and tell him not to read my text and just delete it. There was just one exceedingly big flaw to my plan, it would look bloody suspicious if I did that. In fact TJ would be even more likely to open it after that. Like when you tell a child not to do something, so they immediately have to do it. Except TJ was fully grown man. A fully grown man who I did not want to see that. It was absolutely mortifying. Especially after what had happened in my last relationship.

That relationship had lasted two years and it was the only time previously that I had sent such photos. I had been devastated when I found out what he had done, sharing my photos with his friends, like they were some kind of party favour. I had to fight the urge to panic, because I had enough respect for TJ, to know that he would never do anything like that. However, it didn’t change the fact he would see it. Or had seen it, because there was no way that he hadn’t read that text by now.

In fact, the knock at my door pretty much confirmed my suspicions, because I knew damn well who was behind it. My fingers fumbled for a moment, before finally zipping my hoodie all the way up. I had no choice now but to face the music and so I steeled myself and just hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward. I was suppose to be sharing a car with him tomorrow after all.

I wasn’t particularly surprised when I opened my door to find TJ stood in the hallway. I was however, surprised by the look he was giving me, his dark brown eyes dangerously intense, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip. “Let me in”, was all he said in greeting and I was still so stunned by the way he was looking at me, that I hadn’t even realised that I had stepped aside until TJ had reached the centre of the room.

“TJ, look about that..” I started to say, but I didn’t get very far before TJ interrupted me, one hand running through his hair and leaving it in disarray. “I get that probably wasn’t meant for me. Actually, I can tell from your face, that definitely wasn’t meant for me. And I really probably shouldn’t be here, because there is a someone out there, who that picture was definitely meant for…”

“There is no one” I interrupted, the words stumbling out for my mouth before I even realised they were. TJ finally paused, taking a moment to look me over, a mischievous smile taking over his face and I suddenly felt very naked despite the fact I was fully covered.

“Well, thank fuck for that. Because I wasn’t too sure I was going to be able to stop myself from doing this” he told me. He was across the floor practically in an instant, taking long strides as he stepped in front of me. His hands were warm as they cupped my face and pulled me into a deep kiss. I was taken off-guard for a moment, but there was something so sweet about the way he tasted and I ended up greedy for more, my hands curling into the front of t-shirt.

There was denying that TJ was talented, his lips moving roughly over mine, while gentle hands in comparison, traced down the side of my neck, his thumb coming to rest on the hollow of my throat and I gasped the movement making me feel curiously vulnerable, while being strangely erotic. He pulled away, his lips lingering over mine for a moment.

“I’ve thought about doing this before, but I always chickened out. The moment I received that photo though, I knew I had to come over. Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are?” he murmured, before lowering his lips back onto mine. His hands fell to my hips this time and I could feel his fingers edging their way up under the hem of my hoodie. He groaned as his fingertips met bare skin and let his teeth gently scrape over my lower lip as he pulled away.

“Are you still wearing it?” he asked. With the way his voice had deepened, there could be absolutely no confusion as to what ‘it’ was. Feeling my confidence build, I took a step back and fiddled delicately with my zipper all the while keeping my eyes locked with his.

“Why don’t you find out?” I offered, letting my hand drop.

If possible I could see his eyes darken even more, as he took a step forward following me. His mouth lowered to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin, before he began to speak, his lips brushing over me with every word he whispered. “I intend to. But this isn’t just sex for me, Y/N. I want to try for something much more than this. I need to know if that’s okay with you” he told me bluntly.

“Such a smooth talker” I teased, my hands once again curling into his t-shirt and drawing him even closer. “But yes, I want to try too”. I could feel him smile against my neck and this time when his lips touched my skin again, he began to suck, the best kind of burning impression being left behind on my skin.

“TJ..” I groaned and I felt him smile against my skin once more. Pulling back, his fingers tugged gently at my zipper, ever so slowly undoing my hoodie, touches of my red bra peeking through. I could see his hardness clearly straining at his sweatpants now and I was only distracted as I felt TJ’s fingers skim over my shoulders, pushing my hoodie off. He bit his lower lip, his fingers tracing back down my bra straps, but to my disappointment his hands skipped over my breasts and trailed down to my hips instead.

Next, he fell to his knees in front of me, continuing to peer up at me as his hands slide around to the front of my jeans, raising one eyebrow at me while smirking, as he realised that I hadn’t done the buttons up in my rush to get dressed.

“I swear TJ. If you open that mouth of yours and tease me, there will be hell to pay” I told him, recognising that cheeky look in his eyes and knowing him far too well in general. My warning lost any weight it held though, when I felt him run his tongue teasingly up my stomach, ending in a soft kiss just under my bra and I let out a low moan, my legs suddenly feeling shaky.

TJ fell back to his knees again, tugging my jeans down over my legs and I heard the appreciative groan he made, my image now matching the one he had seen in the photo. I trembled as he pressed a kiss to the top of both my thighs, before falling into giggles as he suddenly picked me up, placing me over his shoulder and started to make his way over to the bed.

“TJ!” I scolded, though the whole thing was ruined by my constant laughter, especially when he playfully swatted my ass. Despite his playfulness, he was careful as he placed me down on the bed, waiting until my back had hit the mattress, before tickling my sides, causing my laughter only to increase as I wriggled under him.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence even as his fingers continued to skip over my ribs. His fingers slowly drifted upwards and the nearer he got to my bra, the more purposeful they became in their movements, the playful atmosphere disappearing as quickly as it had come. His fingers traced teasingly over the line of my bra and I took a sharp breath in, wanting to feel more of his touch.

“My girl is beautiful isn’t she?” he murmured, a shy quality to his voice as he watched how I would react to his words, unsure if he was pushing his boundaries. I grinned at his words, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss, my hands sliding up the back of his shirt and feeling the muscles of his back flex under my fingertips. Wanting to be able to feel more of his skin, I tugged at his shirt, TJ leaning back so I could pull it over his head. My fingers roamed his chest, drifting down to the trace the lines of his stomach, enjoying the shaky breath I pulled from him.

TJ pulled his lips away from mine, beginning to scatter a line of kisses down my body, only stopping when he reached my bra, choosing to chase the curves of my cleavage with his lips. “As pretty as all this is” he said as he fingered lace decorated cups, “It really needs to come off”.

Hearing the obvious hint in his words, I arched my back slightly, giving myself enough space to reach behind and undo my bra clasp. TJ stayed propped up on his elbows, watching me intently as I slid the garment down my arms and tossed it to one side. He had the cheekiest grin on his face, as his hands palmed my breasts, pressing them together, as his thumbs played lightly over my nipples. My back arched again, this time the result of his attentions, as TJ scattered feathery kisses over my breasts, his lips barely brushing over my nipples. My fingers clasped at his hair, hoping to encourage him to move his mouth where I really wanted it. I was rewarded when his lips latched onto a sensitive nipple, teasing me with a combination of teeth and tongue.

“TJ, I need you” I moaned. “Inside” I clarified only a moment later. I could feel my wetness gathering, the material between my legs dampening. He had barely touched me and I was already completely aroused. I knew that he felt it too. His hardness had been a steady presence ever since he had begun to undress me and was now consistently pressing into my hip, the material of his sweatpants straining.

“Thank fuck, you said that. That photo earlier was enough foreplay for me. Just didn’t want to push you too fast” he groaned, his hand slipping into my pants, fingers parting my folds as he tested my wetness. “Wanted to make sure you were ready”.

“More than ready” I told him, my hands falling to his sweatpants and tugging the material down as far as I could from this position. TJ picked up from where I left off, shuffling his pants down along with his boxers. My panties were quick to follow in the path of the rest of our clothes, leaving the both of us completely naked.

I couldn’t help myself. Even though both of us had already admitted we were ready to proceed, I reached out my hand and wrapped my fingers around his hardened cock, wanting to feel him. I watched as TJ let out a shuddery breath, his head falling forward for a moment, before reaching down and wrapping his fingers around my wrist, bringing my hand to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the palm of my hand, causing me to be the one to shiver this time.

“Thought we had already established that photo was more than enough foreplay for me” he murmured gently and I could see his eyes twinkling with mirth, kissing my hand once more, but this time letting his teeth scrape over delicate skin. My only reply was a grin as I wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss and I could feel his body weight settle on me, strong arms wrapping themselves around my body.

“You know, when I received that photo. I was actually jealous for a moment. Thought I had lost my chance. That someone else got to touch you. Be with you” TJ told me once he had pulled away, fingers caressing the line of my jaw as he continued to speak. “And I came charging down to your room, still half-hard and with absolutely no idea what I was going to say to you, just knowing that I had to say something”.

“I’m glad you did” I replied, causing him to grin in response, lowering his lips to mine and swallowing the groan I made as I felt him push into me, leaving me feeling pleasantly full. He made no further efforts to move his hips though and despite wrapping my legs around him, it was nowhere near enough friction for me and I ended up pleading with him.

“TJ, please!” I mumbled, tracing my lips over his neck in an attempt to encourage him.

He chuckled in response, placing his hands onto my hips as he began to slowly rock himself into me. “Just wanted to savour the moment. Savour you. After all, I only get to make love to you for the first time only once”.

My heart fluttered at his romantic words. “Fuck, you really are a smooth talker” I mumbled.

“The smoothest” he agreed teasingly, his strokes becoming deeper with each pass and my fingers began to dig into his shoulders.

There was something about the atmosphere that was surrounding us, that was completely intimate, TJ’s forehead resting against mine as we continued to move together. Both his hands were now linked with mine and he had them pinned to the bed either side of my head. His gaze never left mine, almost as if he was searching for something and judging by the way his eyes lit up, he found it when I moaned out his name.

The pace that he set was just right, nothing too fast or too slow, just enough to slowly build me up to my orgasm. Almost like starting a fire, beginning with nothing more than a small flame which gradually grew bigger over time.

The rocking of the bed was growing to become a steady beat against the wall, TJ’s lips moving to my collarbone and teasing me with gentle pinches of his teeth. With my hands still pinned to the bed, I resorted to pressing kisses of my own against his exposed neck, sucking occasionally on the skin, causing him to groan lowly, his hips bucking slightly harsher with each time.

“TJ, I’m close” I mumbled and I felt his lips leave me, his gaze returning to mine, only pausing to press a brief kiss to my lips.

“Me too” he murmured, finally letting go of one of my hands so he could hold my cheek, his thumb moving gently over my skin. I took the opportunity to wrap my free arm around his shoulders, gasping out loud at a particularly deep thrust.

With both of us being driven by our own arousal, the pace picked up, TJ bottoming out on each thrust, leaving me reeling before my orgasm had even overtaken me.

“T-..” I moaned loudly as I hit my release, unable to even get his whole name out as my body shook with the intensity I was feeling, my hand squeezing his tighter as I came. The sound of TJ swearing was the all warning that I received, before I felt him cum as well, continuing to pump into me as he rode out the last of his release. In a moment mimicking me earlier, I felt his hand squeeze mine tight.

I couldn’t help but smile myself, as I saw the wide grin on his face, TJ quickly pulling me into a short, passionate kiss, both of us too out of breath for much more than that. Rolling onto his back, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, turning me into him and I ended up resting my head on his chest, feeling it rise up and down with every breath. I sighed contently, as I felt his hand begin to stroke over my hair, closing my eyes momentarily, only opening them again when I heard TJ yawn.

“You can stay here tonight?” I offered shyly, still enjoying the way that his fingers were threading through my hair, a small yawn falling from my own lips, feeling slightly tired myself. I felt his lips press against the top of my head, fingers moving to stroke my back.

“I would like that” he told me softly, nudging me softly to look up at him. Warm brown eyes met mine and looking at him right now, I finally understood what people meant when they said someone ‘smiled with their eyes’.

“Would you let me take you out for Valentine’s Day? I’m sure most of the restaurants will be fully booked by now, but I’m sure we could find something to do” he asked, his voice appearing softer in the darkness and silence of the room.

“That would be amazing” I told him earnestly.

I watched as he smiled even more, leaning down to once again to kiss me, before proceeding to pull the covers up and around us, ensuring that I was tucked in and feeling both warm and cosy.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N” he whispered.

When it comes to fiction, the qualities the editor looks for are also those that they will look to improve throughout the editing process. This also applies to writers editing their own drafts. These qualities include:

  • voice (Do I want to spend the next several hours with the author? Do I trust them? Are they entertaining? What kind of narrative tone does the piece have?)
  • pace (After I finish one page, do I want to read the next? Does it flow well?)
  • character  (Do we like the characters; do we care about their fates? Do we have an emotional investment in whether they marry or divorce, revenge themselves on those who did them wrong?)
  • plot (Here we are looking for the story that draws us along because we want to know what happens next – and if what happens next surprises us, so much the better’)
  • style – but the quality of the writing style should not be allowed to distract the editor and reader from whether the text is a good story and
  • verisimilitude or plausibility (Can the author convince me this story could be true? Do I care if it’s actually true or not? Even if it’s a fictional world, does it have enough built up for the reader to believe it’s actually real?)

          - notes from my lecture today

Follow Your Heart

Group: BTS

Pairing: JIN X READER

Requested: Anonymous said: Could you please do a Jin x reader where the two are best friends but are secretly in love but the reader didn’t think he shared her feeling so she ended up in a relationship and she’s been with the other guy (had to shorten the request! I actually prefer more detailed request so thank you!)

Excerpt: You finally accept that your relationship will not prevent your feelings for your best friend so you decide to follow Jin’s advice and follow your heart.

Genre: fluff, angst

Length: 1.1k

A/N: Always follow cheesy quotes!

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

“Jin, we need to talk,” the text sent with a small noise causing your boyfriend who had stayed the night to stir, but in seconds he had replied saying you should come over. As you rolled out of your bed, sparing a glance at your boyfriend of almost seven months who was fast asleep and without a word, you picked up your keys from the side and left.

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In Love Means... - Reggie Mantle x Reader

WARNING DEAR PEOPLES! I SHALL NOT BE ABLE TO SEE RIVERDALE EP.12 TILL SATURDAY SO PLEASE TRY AND AVOID ALL REQUESTS WITH SPOILERS UNTILL THE BLOG SAYS OTHERWISE!!!! 

Anyway, cute random reggie fic I wrote in science today - kinda pointless really anyway - ENJOY

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Fireworks die to a spark then to a gentle hum. That’s love. That gentle hum of life not effecting you but making you happy, and content to be so.
Being in love with him meant watching every game, being proud of him and not having a damn care in the world.

Your hair was soaked and your jacket clung to your body but you didn’t notice the cold. You carried on screaming anyway. It was the last minute and the needed just 1 more score to win. They couldn’t lose not now, not after everything they had done so far. The rain droplets caught the flood lights and made you almost dazzled but that didn’t stop you keeping your eyes on him at all times. He had the ball, he had 40 seconds. You screamed louder and louder but you doubted he could even hear you aver the crowd and the Vixens - that didn’t stop you.
He did it.
The crowed erupted as Reggie Mantle was lifted into the air by his team mates, pulling his helmet off and relishing in the rain like the show off he was. His eyes searched the crowd as you simply stood there watching with a smile greater than you had ever had graced your features. His eyes finally met yours and for a moment he remained still, his smile matching yours before he made the other guys drop him to his feet allowing him to run to you and you to him. Upon reaching you, his helmet had hit the floor and you were in his arms instead, his arms going around your waist and him lifting you spinning you around in circles making you giggle.
“You did it.” You laughed as he placed you down, ensuring you had your balance.
“Of course I did.” He was a cocky sod after a win but you didn’t mind it too much as he leaned down and kissed you firmly, your senses became immune to the screams and the ‘awws’ of the crowd that had filtered onto the pitch around you. “You are soaked, babygirl.” He became concerned over you once again as he always was,
"I am fine, baby,“ you smiled up at him as he towered over you with a smirk on his face - one that normally meant trouble, "Reggie?” you asked before he scooped you up once again raising you above most of the crowd who continued to cheer. Raising your arms up you threw your head back laughing, not caring still about the rain until at last Reggie lowered you, picked up his helmet and wrapped his arm around you.
“Smile captain!” you heard someone shout, turning your head to face people, Reggie placed a sweet kiss to your cheek as the camera flashed, making you smile wider.
“Come on, lets get you home.” he mumbled in your ear, of course meaning his house, the amount you stayed together you practically lived together, as he started walking away and out of the crowd almost unnoticed as he kept his arm around your shoulders protectively.
Being in love with him meant his protective ways and adorable insecurities over you, and how they could bring both him and you back down to earth.
Changing quickly, he threw you his dry letterman jacket that was cold but still smelled of him and a welcome change from your dripping wet attire, “Come on you,” he murmured in your ear, placing a gentle kiss to your temple his hand found yours and your fingers intertwined.
You and Reggie had been together for 2 years now and most people think we would still get butterflies, that we would get flustered and our hearts speed up, but no. Everything is calm, like now.
It’s the gentle kiss on the back of my hand once we had got in the car as he started the engine up. The way we could sit in perfect silence and be content with it as we walked into the house, Reggie falling weary from his game as we said goodnight to his parents and he went upstairs as I made a drink. How I could sit with his parents and he with mine as if they were our own and talk as if we were one of theirs. Being in love with Reggie was coming to bed to find him already long gone into sleep, sprawled out on the bed after his long game but still having left space for you to crawl in beside him.
One of the best bits about being in utter love with Reggie, was how even in the deepest of sleeps he would pull you into him as you laid beside him and place a barely there kiss to your head as if you were a comfort blanket to a vulnerable boy, because thats what he was deep down.
It was also how you would fall asleep listening to his steady heartbeat and his slow breaths, matching yours to his.
The best bit? The lazy morning kisses placed gently on your lips on a weekend to wake you up, just for cuddles or pancakes in bed, kisses slightly sticky with maple syrup but not caring.
You may text constantly, but its the small exasperated looks shared in class or the funny faces you would pull to see who would laugh first… you always lost. It is catching him talking about you like you were the one to put the stars in the sky.
For Reggie, it was realising that maybe you don’t need the whole world to love you, maybe you just need one person who will become your world. And it was liking your smile but loving being the reason for it and knowing that being in love was much, much better then falling in love.

It was security, and safety, and all things warm and sweet.
It was Reggie Mantle and (y/n) (y/l/n).

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