well then under you go!

That feel when, hours later you realize you unintentionally made a pun about 9/11 by congratulating a director you worked under about her film going well on the festival circuit by telling her “glad it’s taking off”

The film was set in an airport on 9/11 and I just realized how that might come across.

Oh man….

anonymous asked:

Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?

Well… I have talked to people and seen public conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school. 

I just can’t update constantly like others - even though some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have. 

I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go around better… but anyway - back to your question. 


While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to make it not as bad as it is now… 

It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am not needed for my own character at points. 

It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as an innocent child to ship with Fresh. 

And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it. 

But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless battle to me. 

And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then I can fully say my thoughts on this. 

So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me, frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those titles. 

People misspell my username all the time - I actually claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.

People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ” when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki. 

People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around with information.

Even just basic personality traits… and these things are happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for. 

I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story… and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role with another character. I’m still weighing options.

Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…

And what happens?

…well.

You said it Anon. 

They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it. 

As an artist and a character designer…

It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and stories ever again online.

Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one… why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress, frustration, and time… why even try it again?

I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it, it didn’t really matter. 
I think I should have stuck with that thought process. 

In conclusion, there are some major things to take away here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all claim as truth.

Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s player’s videos of it again. 

And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s personality and actions. 

I do not want anyone to experience what I had.

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okay so this got out of hand but anyway

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; drumming his fingers*
  • John: *enters* Hey.
  • Sherlock: *distracted* Mmm *looks at him; stands up* you're home early!
  • John: *rummaging in the freezer* Yeah, well...my date didn't like the fact I have a daughter *shoves a bag of peas between his legs; winces* it got messy. How is she?
  • Sherlock: Sleeping.
  • John: *hobbles to his chair; sits down carefully* I'll see her in a bit-
  • Sherlock: *quickly* No time like the present; you must be tired.
  • John: *frowns*
  • Molly: *knocks, entering* Helloooo?
  • Sherlock: *hurries over; smiling enthusiastically* Look, John's here! Isn't that great?
  • Molly: *confused* I thought- *realises* oh, err, yeah. Great. How are you, John?
  • John: *shrugs* Been better *gestures* Aren't you going to take your coat off?
  • Molly: *holding her coat at the collar* No.
  • Sherlock: *puzzled* No?
  • Molly: *through gritted teeth* No!
  • Sherlock: *wide-eyed; turns to John* No. No, she's- it's cold in here.
  • Molly: *pink* Yes.
  • John: ...
  • John: *looking between them* O-kay...I suppose you two want to experiment?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* That was the plan-
  • Molly: *elbows him* It's fine.
  • John: *chuckles* Well, maybe I can help.
  • Sherlock: *stern* Over my dead-
  • Molly: *hastily* What he means is-
  • Rosamund: *crying*
  • Sherlock & Molly: *sigh in relief*
  • John: *shakes his head* No rest, is there? *stands* Daddy's here, sweetheart *leaves*
  • Sherlock & Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *rubs his hands together* So. Your place?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Sure.
  • Sherlock & Molly: *leave, hand in hand*
  • -a few minutes later-
  • John: *chuckling* She dropped her- *looks around; sees he's alone* bunny *shrugs; sits at his laptop* at least they're not doing it here.
The Labyrinth Chapter 34

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 3.8k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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New Kid (M)

Originally posted by mn-yg

PART 1 of 2

╳ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

╳ Genre: some angst, future smut

╳ Summary: What happens when the new kid in your class happens to be from a famous group?

(let me know if I should continue this! also, I’m literally a Namjoon blog and I have yet to write anything about him like who am I ???)


New kid. New kid. New kid. That’s all you’ve heard all day. You can’t walk down the hall for 5 seconds before someone brings it up. It’s starting to get on your nerves.  You push my phone in your back pocket and turn around to see your best friend Rylee standing there.

“Hey, have you heard about the new kid? They said he’s supposed to be coming later today.”

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Eight years pt. 3 (M)

A/N- Hi, thank you everyone for your kind words and for following the series. I would also like to thank admin Cabam for helping me with the storey line, your a doll. I love you :) The smuts for you ;)

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 4 ~

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! Also it got a little kinky, I don’t know what’s a little though…

Enjoy! 

Originally posted by cuteguk


“Please, Y/N. I love you.”

Where they not the words you wanted to her since you had meet Jungkook? Yeah, they were but they’re a decade late… Where was he when you cried to your mom about being in love with the oblivious idiot. How were you even meant to react? Did you even still love him? You stood there gobsmacked at his confession.

“Mr Jeon, what are you doing here?” Hoseok asks as he walks up the hall to your door. Jungkook never takes his eyes off of yours.

“I had to speak with Y/N urgently.” You can’t take your eyes off of his either. What should you do? Go with Hoseok, or talk to Jungkook. Both men standing in front of you. The past came flooding into your heart, the pain he caused you. He didn’t even notice, did he even care? It was his turn to see you walk away.

“I think we can handle this tomorrow, or Monday Mr Jeon.” You grab your coat and phone, closing the door behind you. Jungkook looks hurt, now he knows how you felt all those years ago. Hoseok let’s you walk in front of him, his had landing on the small of your back.

Your date with Hoseok was great. He was legit sunshine. His laugh, his smile, the way he was so passionate about his work, it was so attractive. It was probably the best date you have ever had, but sadly your mind was still on a certain someone. Jungkook. 

He just wouldn’t stop invading your life lately. He was every where. The one place you felt safe, home, was now over taken by his sad face, and love confession. All you could think about was he actually tell you the truth. Did he love you?

You didn’t have sex with Hoseok. You didn’t feel it would be fair from him or Jungkook, or you. You needed to get your little shit of emotions together. Could you been in a relationship with Jungkook, is that what he wanted. Or did he want a quick fuck? There was a lot of questions to be answered, but once you open them there is no turning back.

Monday morning came way to quickly for your likely. You were nervous to say the least. Will it be awkward with Jungkook? Most definitely. You got dressed in your usual work attire, a tight black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Paired with black heels and your trench coat. You leave for work, your stomach in churning. Your first meeting was with Jungkook, your whole day was with Jungkook.

You go straight to Jungkook’s office to start your day. You say hello to his a assistant.

“He’s in a horrible mood today.” She in forms you. Well shit…. 

You knock his office door and walk in. He’s his back turned to you, texting someone. He turns and gestures you to take a seat, you do. It’s a few minutes later when he finally speaks.

“We have a meeting with the Lee’s in thirty minutes. Be ready.” He doesn’t even look at you. He can’t seriously be mad that you went out with Hoseok. He was there ready to take you out, you couldn’t say no. You dismiss your self and get ready for the meeting.

When the meeting started, Jungkook usual sits at the top of the table, but not today. He sat beside you. Which kinda killed you, because he was so beautiful. You never realised how much you missed him. He was your everyday for years, cutting that off killed you. Right now you just wanted to hug him, hear what he has to say, cry…. It was painful to see the once bubble of happiness, was now a cold stare that wouldn’t look your way.

When it came to your last meeting of the day, Jungkook only talked to you about work that was it. He didn’t even say good bye back to you when you were leaving. Tears were beginning to sting your eyes. You fled from the building, taking a huge gasp of air when you finally got out the door. Your phone started to ring, you didn’t even lot a the caller ID. You just answered.

“Hello?” You said trying not to sound like your about to cry.

“Y/N, thank god you answered. Our baby sitter cancelled on us and we need to leave for the ball in less then 20 minutes. Could you save us and baby sit the kids?” Seokjin asked he sounded desperate. 

“Of course I will. I’ll be there 10.” You hang up the phone and get in a taxi.


When you get to the door, you didn’t even knock and the door is flying open.

“”Thank you so much Y/N, you’re a life saver.” Seokjin says, as he helps his very pregnant wife out the door.

“We called a friend to help you with the two of them, there a handful for just one person.” Moonbyul shouts from the car.

“Okay thank you, have a good time.” You wave them off and close the door. You take your heels off your shoes and walk into the kids play room. Jinyoung and Mark jump up to greet you. You often minded them for Seokjin and Moonbyul. You were playing with them on the floor when the doorbell rang. You got up with the boys, you guessed this was your helping hand. You open the door… well shit.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask opening the door wider to let him in.

“Kookie!” Both the boys shout and jump on Jungkook.

“Hey guys, It’s been a while.” He hugs both boys tight. The sight makes you think, what if it was you and Jungkook who had kids, were married, were happy… 

“Jin called me, he said you would need help with the boys.” He puts the boys down. “How about we go play.” Jungkook runs off with the boys. You decide to make them their dinner, you hadn’t eaten since lunch. So you were starving. You made do with what they had in their fridge. Whipping up a chicken stir fry.

“Boys, dinner!” You shout from the kitchen door. They come running in screaming, they take there seats. Jungkook just stands in the door way.

“I made you some too.” You say pointing to the plate on the table. You take your seat beside Jingyound and Jungkook across from you with Mark. Jinyoung was only three so you helped him eat his food. You could see Jungkook staring at you. It was intimidating.

After dinner the boys had made quite a mess eating, so you run them a bath. They played happily with there toys, splashing about, getting your blouse drenched. You and Jungkook dry the boys and put them to bed. Jungkook sings to them, your heart literally melted. You both leave them to sleep, and you go to wash the kitchen up. You don’t hear Jungkook walk in, until he’s putting his lips to your hear.

“You should probably change your shirt, I can see through it.” You whirl around. You had forgotten that you fot wet and that your blouse was white. You smack his arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask, covering yourself with your arms.

“I wanted to see your bra.” He smirks. “It’s very pretty on you, you look… sexy.” He bites his lip. Fuck well now your panties are soaked too.

“Pervert.” You mumble under your breathe. You go and try to find a jumper of Jins you could wear. When you got back Jungkook was sitting on the couch watching the t.v. You sit on the other end of the couch.

“Jungkook, I um.. I’m sorry about Friday.” Jungkook wenches at the thought. 

“You don’t have to be. Was he able to satisfy your desire to have me touch you.” He snaps, obviously annoyed with you.

“I didn’t have sex with Hoseok and even if I did I have no reason to be sorry. I did nothing wrong. Your the one that just dropped a bomb like that.” You snap back.

“I dropped the bomb? You the one that said you loved me since we were little first, why can’t I do the same. I did, I do!” He shouts back. Your both to heated, that you didn’t notice Jin and Moonbyul walk in.

“Is everything okay?” Seokjin says, catching your attention. You stand up and make your way to the hall.

“Yeah of course. I’ll see you guys later.” You hug them both and grab all your stuff and leave. Your walking down the street to get a taxi, when you hear your name being called. You know it’s Jungkook, you can’t let him see the tears that are beginning to fall. Crying for him like you were eight years ago. You get in the taxi leaving Jungkook on the pavement, he was so close.

Work today fro you was much like yesterday, but this time it was you who was the quite one. Jungkook was respecting you at work, leaving you be. It wasn’t till you were cleaning up after the meeting that Jungkook spoke up. It was just you and him in his office.

“Y/N, let’s talk.” He says softly. You nod your head no and start to leave with your files. Jungkook rushes over from his desk and stands in front of the door. “Please, please just talk to me. Seeing you sad is killing me.” You look up at him, you can see the regret on his face.

“I have a meeting Sir.” You walk past him, opening the door and leaving. You weren’t ready. And not at work. 


It had been such a long day, you couldn’t wait to go home, eat take out and catch up on some dramas. As you walked out it started to rain very heavy, you groaned with no taxis in sight you start to walk, getting drenched. A black lamborghini pulls up in front of you, the window goes down.

“Y/N, get in. I’ll take you home.” Jungkook says with a smile.

“No, I can walk.” You bluntly say and start to walk in the direction of your home.

“Y/N, get in the car!” Jungkook shouts following you with his car. The rain is dripping down your face, your coat has failed you it soaked through.

“No!” You shout back continuing to walk home. Jungkook pulls over. He gets out of his car and runs over to you, his hair is already dripping wet. He steps in front of you.

“Jeon Jungkook are you crazy! Your suit is ruined now!” You shout at him for being so careless about his expensive suit.

“Yes I must be crazy, because I’m so madly in love with you and I keep letting you walk away from me. But that’s it!” He takes cups your face and kisses you. It takes you a moment before you start to move your lips against his, its passionate. It’s what you’ve wanted his your were fourteen, to kiss Jeon Jungkook. You put one hand on his neck and one hand in his hair, deepening the kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly. You both pull apart, resting his fore head against yours, he smiles.

“I’ve wanted to do that forever.” He kisses your nose, setting you back on the ground.

“Me too.” You giggle.

“Can I take you home.” He asks. 

“Yes.” He takes your hand and guides you to the car. Opening the car door for you, you slide in and he goes to the drivers side, talking his seat.

Jungkook doesn’t take you to your apartment, he takes you to his. As soon as he closes the door to his apartment, he’s kissing you. Taking off your wet clothes and his. He tears your coat and blouse off, still in a heated kiss. You kick off your heels, and push his suit jacket off and start to unbutton his shirt. He starts to walk you backwards to his bedroom. You finally get his shirt unbuttoned, pushing it off his broad shoulders. He pushes your skirt up your thighs, so he can lift you up. He has a firm grip on your ass, you wrap your legs around his waist.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He smiles into the kiss, you can’t help but smile back. As he walks you through his apartment to get to his bedroom, you kiss down his neck. You make sure to leave marks where people can’t see them tomorrow in work. He sets you down on the queen sized bed. You back up till your in the middle of the bed, Jungkook crawls up you, leaving kisses and marks all up your stomach and breasts. He flips you over so your on laying on your belly, he unzips your skirt and yanks it down and pulls it off you. Leaving you in your black lacy lingerie. Jungkook bends down to kiss your ass and.. did he just bite it… Yep! You moan loudly, as he continues to grope, bite, kiss and smack your ass. It was so passionate, hot and kinky. Did you say kinky, cause it was hella kinky… not that you minded tho. He unclasps your bra and turns you back around.

“God, do you even know how much I dreamed about this?” He throws your bra away. He leans down to take your breast in his mouth, tugging on the nipple and sucking, while his fingers play with the other. Your a moaning mess under him. He starts to slid down your body, kissing down till he reaches your panties. He looks up at you and smirks. He starts to pull your panties down with his teeth, maintaining eye contact with you, fuck this boy has no mercy. 

“Baby girl, you’re so wet already.” Jungkook smirks up at you from between your thighs. He kissed your thighs, then finally he kisses your pussy. He starts to lick up and down your slit, making your hips buck up into his face. But he holds your hips down with one hand. “Don’t do that baby girl.”

“Sorry daddy.” Your eyes widen by that slip of the tongue, you put your hand over your mouth.

“Did you just call me daddy?” Jungkook says, stopping his tongue.

“Mhmm…. no.” You giggle. Jungkook chuckles.

“You can’t take it back now. And anyway, I like being your daddy.” He has a cocky ass smirk on his face, you love it. He starts to eat you out again. Slipping two fingers into your core, thrusting them in and out of you. He’s sucking on your clit, while his free hand massages your breast. Your moaning his name, along with his new claimed bed name. No one has ever made you feel as good as Jungkook is right now, hes making you cum so fast, you’ll get whiplash. Once hes finished licking up your cum, he takes off his pants and boxers, sighing in relief that the tight fabric is off, letting his erection spring free. He’s bigger then you thought.

“Fuck your so sexy.” You say, pulling him flush against you, grinding your hips up into him, making him groan. You both kiss, as he starts to push in your folds. He kisses down your jaw, as he waits for you to stretch to his size. He starts to move, kissing your sweet spot on your neck. He’s not pounding into like you thought he would. It’s passionate, slow, like he’s savouring every movement, every touch.

“I love you.” He puts his fore head to yours, looking into your eyes, as he fuck you deep and slow. Each thrust is hitting your g-spot each time, making your orgasm hit you. A wave of pleasure falling over the both of you. Your walls tighten around his member, making him cum inside you, his seed filling you up. He continues to thrust into you, riding out both your highs. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting from your orgasms. Your running your fingers through his hair, as he kisses your neck.

“I love you, too.” 


A/N- I hope y’all enjoyed. I’m pretty happy with it. Let me know what you all think. I love feedback, so please don’t be shy. Thank you all for all the support, I really appreciate it x

Thanks for reading!

-Admin Abe x

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Cliché

Request:

I don’t have a specific story line to request but I really really really need Reggie x reader angst that ends in fluff. If you can’t do this without a specific plot it’s fine!

A/N: I was writing another fic then this spilled out and I didn’t fit the other fic that well, so I decided to turn it into this and hopefully you guys like it. I don’t know if this angsty enough though. Enjoy and I’ll update my masterlist later. Sorry for the delay in posting I have been sick and finals have arrived. Have a lovely day you beautiful majestic creatures/humans/witches/wizards whatever you want to be. If you’re following me and I haven’t followed you back slide in my ask or inbox and tell me please. 😍 I was supposed to post this yesterday but apparently there is a limit to how much a person can post within a day (blame Tumblr not me).

Words: 2500

Summary: You and Reggie have been friends since as long as you can remember. You both like each other but won’t admit it until Chuck messes with you.

Spoilers: Like one swear word I think. Reggie being protective af.

“So you guys have been inseparable since your childhood and never dated, or even thought of it” Veronica continued as you sighed at the reference that was always directed at you.

You’ve been best friends with Reggie Mantle for as long as you could remember.

That phrase always directed towards you both and it made you groan annoyingly at the person who directed it to you. You couldn’t understand why people couldn’t see that a guy and a girl could totally have a platonic relationship.

You loved Reggie as a friend, and you were pretty sure he felt that too. Sure you had a flirty way of communication towards each other, but you had always been like that.

“Were just friends. Best friends for that matter, can we just drop that” you spoke hating when people expected you to be a bigger cliché.

You couldn’t stand clichés you already were one, the sweet girl that kept to herself and tried to get along with everyone; although you always had Reggie who stood up for you if anything ever happened. That being the biggest cliché, being somewhat popular having a jock best friends who made sure you were always protected.

Growing up though Reggie got handsome and you contemplated your feelings, but pushed them aside because you couldn’t stand being so ordinary and becoming a bigger cliché.

“So, he’s available” the raven haired girl hinted at you.

“From what I know, yes” you answered you took a sip of water.

“So can I have his number?” Veronica continued giving you her phone as you placed in Reggie’s number.

The bell rang indicating that lunch was over and you all made your ways to class.

You were going to be late to class since you forgot your notebook at your locker. The hallway being empty because everyone was now in class, or so you thought.

You soon became startled by a hand brushing against your behind as you turned shocked as to what just happened.

“WHAT THE HELL CHUCK!” you exclaimed as he smiled all you wanted to do now was go home and put on some pants instead of the flowy dress that was on you.

“Pipe down (Y/N), it was an accident” he lied as you saw from the side of your eye that the rest of the football team leaving the locker room after their meeting.

“Just leave me alone, and don’t you ever come near me again” you hissed at him not wanting to make a scene.

“What’s going on (Y/N)?” Reggie made his way to you with worry and anger flooding his eyes.

“Nothing Reg, it’s fine, I’m fine” you reassured him not wanting him to get in a fight with his fellow teammate.

“Yeah I handled things pretty well” Chuck spoke with a devilish smirk on his face not even sorry about what he did and that made you feel more violated than ever.

“How dare you?! You asshole!” you continued at him while slapping his face and Reggie pulled you away.

“Chuck what did you do?” Reggie questioned his teammate.

“Oh, C’mon Reggie she was asking for it” Reggie’s blood boiling not knowing to what he was referring but nobody spoke about you that way not with him around, not ever “don’t act innocent ever since the day she started developing your eyes linger longer than ever too” Chuck continued as Reggie threw the first punch.

It almost was a full on fight until the coach Clayton emerged and broke it up protecting his kid.

“Don’t come near her again I swear your dad won’t be able to save you every time” Reggie hissed as you two were dismissed from school.

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You both walked to your house quietly, until he finally broke the silence.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I just, I hate how I wasn’t there to protect you. (Y/N) you have to tell me what he did” he spoke with worry in his eyes you stayed quiet “(Y/N/N) I know you hate it when I fight, but I hate it when people mess with the things I care about.”

“I- h- he-, I just want to go home and put some pants on” you ignored the question not wanting him to go crazy as you opened the door to your house.

“I’m going to go change, be right down” you proclaimed.

You changed and made your way to the kitchen as Reggie was making himself a sandwich.

“(Y/N), you have to tell me what he did, please, I’m your best friend” this time he ordered and you sighed in defeat.

“You can’t go fuming mad man on him Reggie, or I swear I won’t ever trust you again” you lied knowing you had to tell him before anyone tried to mix up the story as he nodded.

“He- uh- he touched my ass” you spoke softly looking into his eyes hurt in them for what had happened to you.

Reggie grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a hug, and you thought that maybe he wouldn’t go hulk on Chuck although you kind of wish he would because he deserved it.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)” Reggie whispered to you as he ran out of your home and you couldn’t catch up to him.

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An hour later you heard the doorbell ring as you opened the door to reveal Reggie with blood in his knuckles and a small scratch on his forehead. You smiled internally because you knew Chuck got the worse of it, but worry is what showed in your eyes as you pulled him in to the kitchen as you looked for the first-aid kit.

“Dammit Reggie, what did you do?” you asked knowing the answer, as you climbed the counter to reach the kit and you missed a step and he caught you.

“You don’t deserve being treated like that (Y/N/N)” he pointed out still holding on to you.

He finally settled you down as you cleaned up his wounds.

“Look you have to keep quiet about this, we both got in trouble at school for going against Chuck” you pronounced soon to be cut off by him.

“No (Y/N), I can’t do that, you’re my girl, nobody messes with us” he raged.

“No Reg, I know what he did was wrong, but this, if the school finds out. They will call my mom, look I don’t want any more trouble. If my mom finds out I- I- Reggie, please you’re my guy too, you know that. I just want to forget about this.” you pleaded as you heard your mom pull up in the driveway.

“(Y/N) what is this about you slapping Chuck Clayton at school today, and why did I have to find out from a call from the principal and not you” Your mom interrupted you and Reggie as she stepped in the house.

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath and stayed quiet.

“Well are you going to tell her?” Reggie added with anger in his voice not wanting you to keep quiet about this whole ensemble.

“Reggie shut up!” you ordered.

“He touched your ass (Y/N), that’s harassment!” Reggie stated harshly and your mother stood there with wide eyes.

“Look mom I didn’t want to tell you because I- its embarrassing okay! I- Don’t you hear what they say about the girls that this happens to. They get slut-shamed even if they’re like me and never have gone out with anyone. It’s so degrading and I can’t stand it, but I hate getting myself or even other people in trouble. Yes even if it’s Chuck and he wasn’t sorry because I hate conflict” you finished tears finally leaving your eyes.

“Oh honey, you’re not a slut. You are not anything they will try to say about you.” your mom pulled you into a hug “but we all need to speak to the principal about what really happened that boy needs to learn there will be consequences to his actions.”

“No mom Reggie is going to get more in trouble if we do, he just went on a punching spree on Chuck” you added as your mom pulled away from the hug and gave a small hug to Reggie.

“Did you get him good?” your mom encouraged.

“MOM!” you chuckled at her comment.

“Well, I need to know that if he’s going to get in trouble it’s going to be worth it” she explained.

“So worth it” Reggie gushed as he brought you both in for a small hug.

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Later Reggie “left.” It really just means your mom kicks him out of the house because it gets too late, but he always climbs through your window into your room.

As Reggie was climbing your window he accidently hit his cut on the forehead.

“You’re getting too big for my window, I’m going to have to find a bigger one, although that will make my mom figure out our arrangement” you chuckled as he sat next you in bed.

“Yeah, she’s going to ruin our sleepovers”

Ding!

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Hey Reggie hope you don’t mind (Y/N) gave me your number. 😉

-Ronnie xx

“Now why did you do that?” Reggie asked you as he showed you his phone.

“She asked for it, she asked if you were available; I thought you were” he looked down “so who’s the girl then? I’m sure if I tell Ron she will understand that it was misunderstanding” you gave him a puzzled look.

“No girl, not important I’m just not interested” Reggie fidgeted as he typed down a message letting her down easy.

“Oh c’mon you’d never turn down a girl like Ronnie, who has you like this” you grinned but at the same time sad that there just might be another girl that was going to take up Reggie’s time.

“I think we should just drop it” he ignored the topic “So how are you holding up?”

“I wish it was me that punched Chuck” you said softly laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’d like to see that” Reggie chuckled.

“I’m still mad at you, you know; but I can’t stay mad at you forever because I don’t know what I’d do without you Mantle” you commented looking to his bruised fists.

“I had to he disrespected my girl” Reggie retorted placing his arm around you “I’m just happy I saw you slap him, I never thought I’d see the day you hit someone” he laughed as you playfully punched him “ow, I’m injured, how dare you” he continued.

“That’s not my fault” you defended.

“Oh but it is (Y/N/N), I punched the hell out of him for you” he looked directly at your eyes.

The atmosphere changed within the second you both laid eyes on each other, Reggie looked vulnerable like he wanted to say something, but was scared of the outcome that could come after if he spilled his feelings.

“How are we still friends?” you broke your gaze as he squeezed you tighter to his side.

“What do you mean? We’ve always be friends” Reggie declared but it hurt. Reggie had grown fond of you the moment he realized you were the only one who was ever there for him. In the absence of his family you were there, the coach pinned him against Archie you were there, when he lost his friend Jason you were there.

He knew how you felt about clichés, but all he wanted was to be part of a different cliché with you. He wanted to be the jock that got the sweet girl. The guy best friend who got to date his best friend because he knew that you were his soulmate.

There you both sat knowing your feelings for each other, but afraid to speak of them. He was afraid of rejection and you your excuse was a cliché which you came up with in middle school because you were tired of everyone and their assumptions about you and Reggie. Most importantly because you fell in love with your best friend and you had to make everyone think otherwise.

“I know, but I mean were both a bit different in most stories we were supposed to fall apart and forget each other. You with your popularity and me the shy quiet one” confirmed.

“Are you hinting something?” Reggie gave you a sad smile.

“No, I’m just glad we’ve actually stuck to each other” you smiled back.

“Good, different is good, I like our story” Reggie added and you blushed.

You both laid down in your bed and fell asleep to wake up to your alarm ringing a bit earlier as it always did when Reggie would sleep over so he had time to back to his house to get ready, he lived next door anyways.

You opened your eyes as you were cuddled to Reggie, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“Reggie it’s morning” you spoke as he held you tighter not wanting to get up.

“Just five more minutes, please” he wouldn’t let go.

“Mantle the magnificent, I hope you realize my mom doesn’t knock and were supposed to go with her to school today about you know who” you started poking him to get up even though what you wanted was to keep cuddling with him.

“Fine” he let go as you both stood up.

You had a very nervous expression about the whole situation, you wanted justice but Chuck always seemed to get away with it and you two were alone in the hallway when he touched you, there was no witnesses and it all just dawned at you and Reggie saw your expression as he was about to climb out.

“Hey” he grabbed you by the shoulders “It’s all going to be okay, your mom is going to be there and so am I” he grabbed one of your hands as he intertwined his with yours which sent butterflies in your stomach.

“But that didn’t stop him before, I mean no one saw, I have no witnesses.” You freaked as he let his hand go from your shoulder and placed in your chin.

“(Y/N)?” he looked you straight in the eyes.

“Yeah” you said a little short of breath.

“No one messes with what’s mine” he commented as he placed his lips on yours and it shocked you at first but you kissed back.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for” he confessed as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Probably not as long as I have wanted that to happen” you spilled as he gave you a wide smile.

“So can you tell Ronnie I’m taken now” he beamed.

“As long your there with me” you approved.

“So you don’t mind being a cliché with me?” he questioned you.

“I’ll be your cliché” you announced as you placed one last kiss on his lips so you both could get ready for school.

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Stood up

prompt: Person A gets stood up and is about to leave Person B shows up and sits down at their table pretending that they are the person who stood them up. 

warnings: language(?)



You sighed as you brushed another stray hair behind your ear. Yeah, getting set up by your friends for this date wasn’t really going so well. You fidgeted under the other people dining’s gazes as you looked down at your phone. Take the embarrassment by standing up and leaving or continue to sit here until your date arrived? You thought It over and just as you reached down to grab your purse you saw someone sit down in the seat across from you. You looked up to be met with an unfamiliar man. He was extremely handsome, he had striking blue eyes, and messy blonde hair. He smiled,
“Sorry I’m so late babe. The traffic was terrible.”

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Thankful (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Requested by anon: “sweet, i have a request. you’re at ethan’s home, in jersey, celebrating thanksgiving. his little cousins invite you to play, and you accept. a few minutes later, you catch ethan staring at you, talking to lisa, or sean, about how much he loves you, and stuff. he has a soft spot for you, and seeing how caring you were with the kids, was like too much. awh, i can’t.”
Word Count: 1,092
Warnings: None.
A/N: This just made me feel a lot of things. Hope you like it xx

Originally posted by ethandolanonly


Another year together, and another Thanksgiving spent together. Ethan would never get tired of seeing you getting along so well with his family, especially with Lisa and Cam.

You had arrived in New Jersey the day before, settling in and relaxing the whole day. During the night, Ethan had taken you out for pancakes, claiming that you didn’t live life if you didn’t taste these particular pancakes from his favorite diner. It had been fun and you ate so much pancake that you had felt nauseous and tired when you got home. You didn’t regret a thing though, because Ethan spent his time rubbing your tummy as he spooned you until you fell asleep. So why would you complain about that?

The day of Thanksgiving was chaotic to say the least. Ethan’s family came from different states to spend it eating Lisa’s delicious food. So the majority of the relatives settled down in front of the television, watching some football game that bored you out of your mind.

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Women are like Puzzles | C.H

A/N: (Cause prior to 1920 neither had the right to vote)(Puzzles still don’t) ;) If you know you know. Jokes aside this is a serious imagine I swear.

“Calum why are you staring at the weirdo?” Calum heard the familiar voice of his friend from beside him.

He didn’t even turn his gaze from you, he was too intrigued by what you were doing. You were sat under a tree that was a reasonable distance from the wall Calum was sat on.

You were far enough away that you felt you maintained your privacy, but you were close enough to him that he could just about make out your face clearly.

You had your knees brought to your chest, your back leaning against the tree. You clutched your notebook in hand, frantically scribbling.

Calum watched you, the way you moved. The way you glared at the paper as your hand scribbled with more force than necessary. You were glaring at the page so intensely Calum wouldn’t have been surprised had it burst into flames.

Calum had never seen you smile, or even show any emotion at all. He had never heard you speak anything more than a few mumbled apologies to people in passing since you had arrived at his college a few months ago.

You liked being alone and so did not talk to anyone more than you had too. Most people left you alone, barely knowing of your existence. There were a few who murmured nasty things behind your back but it didn’t bother you, you were used to it by then. You stayed out of people’s way and in return they stayed out of yours. You didn’t know people, you recognised faces that you had seen but had no names to match them to as you never cared to learn them.

“She’s not a weirdo” Calum mutters Luke.

Luke chuckles, “Yeah, whatever” he shrugs him off.

Luke starts talking about something but Calum doesn’t listen, he’s too busy watching you.

Eventually he gets tired of listening to Luke’s rambling. He decides to to walk over to you, finally having the courage to try and attempt a conversation.

-

“Hi”

A deep voice startles you from your thoughts. Your eyes widen as you suddenly become alert. You look up to see a tall man towering over you. No one ever talks to you so what is this guy doing here?

You don’t say anything you just stare at him analysing his face.

“I’m Calum” he says, holding out his hand to you. Your gaze shifts to his outstretched hand, eyeing it suspiciously. He awkwardly pulls it away when he realises you weren’t going to shake it.

When you continue to say nothing, he speaks again. “We have English together…” he prompts trying to get you to say something or at least acknowledge his existence.

You nod your head slightly, hoping that would satisfy him enough to leave you alone.

He smiles. “May I sit with you?” he says as he slides down the tree so that he is sat next to you.

“Well it looks like you’re going to anyway” you mumble under your breath.

Calum hears the faint sound of your voice but couldn’t make out what you said.

Neither of you say anything for a moment. You just stare at your notebook, hoping he would get bored and leave.

“What are you writing?” he asks, leaning closer to peer into your notebook.

You slammed it shut.

You never let anyone see your notebook it was for the private thoughts that were constantly swimming around you mind. That, and pointless doodles. Nevertheless it was private.

“Why are you here Calum?” you asked with a confidence that surprised the both of you.

Calum’s lips part slightly in shock. “I-I just wanted to talk to you” he stutters.

“I don’t talk to anyone, it’s nothing personal” you mumble quietly, looking down at the grass beneath you.

“Well you’re talking to me” he says with a smirk.

You just shrug, not looking at him.

You look down at your watch realising that it was near the end of lunch and you needed to get to class. You get up ready to quickly shuffle off to English.

“You haven’t seen the last of me Y/N” he shouts after you, his tone friendly despite the words sounding rather sinister.

You ignore him and walk into the building, quickly finding your class and taking your seat at the back. The desks each sat two people but no one ever sat next to you. You get your things out of your bag and place them on the desk.

You hear a thud in the chair next to you. You look up to see the tall dark haired man next to you once again.

“Told you” he smiles as he sets his things down.

You were beginning to get weird stares as people walked in, obviously wondering why Calum was sat with you.

“What are you doing?” you sigh as you look at him. You noticed his dark eyes and soft expression.

“Befriending you” he smiles genuinely.

“You actually want to be my friend?”you whisper to yourself in disbelief.

“Yes” he sates.

You hadn’t meant to say it out loud but you went with it. “Why?”

“Because I know there’s more to you than you let people see” he smiles

You spent the rest of English talking to Calum, there was something about him that made you feel comfortable. He would ask you questions like what you favourite colour was. You would give him short answers, occasionally asking him a question.

-

You left English alongside Calum with a small smile on your face. It was a strange feeling but part of you liked the small social interaction you had. You found yourself actually wanting to continue talking to Calum, he just made it seem so easy. You felt that he could actually become your friend, something you had never really had before.

He said goodbye to you to go talk to Luke who was loitering in the hallway. A shocked expression on his face at the sight of you together.

“So you’re talking to her now. I thought she didn’t talk to anyone” Luke says as Calum approaches him.

“I dunno man, I guess some women are like puzzles.” Calum says not taking his gaze from you as you get further away from him . 

Luke tilts his head in confusion.

“You have all the jumbled up pieces and a glimpse of the whole picture, but when you take the time to put them back together it forms a delicate masterpiece” Calum explains. 

“I’m going to put her back together” he smiles to himself.

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Plus, she’s amazing !

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plus!sized reader x Luke Alvez

Title : Plus, she’s amazing !

Pairing : Luke Alvez x reader

POV : Reader’s

Word count : 2718 (I have been deprived of feelings okay don’t judge me)

 A/n - I literally went wild with this and tried to write a more positive story because most plus!sized reader fics are kind of depressing. I still touch upon insecurities, but it’s far more light hearted. This will also be a multi chapter fic if you guys want :)

Thank’s to @madamredwrites for the title, you are amazing <3 and @lostdreamsanddeadroses for beta reading this piece of fan trash :)

Also thanks to @happilygubler, @sassygeek77 and @zugzwangxo who encouraged me to write Luke Alvez fics. WE NEED MORE!!!

Originally posted by emilyprentiss

This had to go well. Andi left the unit under you, you had to do this right. You were familiar with the BAU. Garcia and you were good friends but you hadn’t met the team at all and it was frustrating. “You’ve got this Y/N, the force is one with you.” you mumbled, playing with your necklace. The elevator doors dinged open and you stepped out, heading straight for the doors where a group of people stood crowded around a few desks in the bullpen. You recognized the lanky tall one to be Spencer from Penelope’s polaroid wall. He looked quite different with the 4th doctor get up. You also recognized Prentiss, the new unit chief, who seemed to be in the middle of a briefing.

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could i have a scenario where shinsou finds out his s/o has an abusive father? how would he react and confort them? sorry for my bad english tho,,, ur blog is awesome💕

Sure thing lovely! I very much hope I could write it well enough and that you’re going to like it!

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Sherlock says he's married to Molly as part of an undercover role for a case, but someone overhears, takes it as literal and spreads it to the papers. (Sherlolly)

So Nonny, your fic ended up becoming a multipart fic that I picked to write for @simplyshelbs16xoxo to cheer her up. I will try really really hard to update this more frequently than I do most of my fics, I swear! But for now, here is Part 1 with Sherlock and Mary, setting up the “fake marriage being spread to the papers as a real marriage” part.”

It Can Be As Real As You Or I (Part 1/?) - At the very beginning of a case to help Janine, it comes out that the very eligible and spectacular stud in the bedroom Sherlock Holmes has married local specialist registrar, Dr. Molly Hooper. Which would be fine and all, except it’s a fake marriage. That Sherlock wants to make real by the end of the case. But Kitty Riley’s constant hounding of him throughout the case, turning every tidbit she hears (always out of context) into tabloid fodder, is going to make that virtually impossible, he fears…though he might very well be surprised himself.

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“So she’s agreed?” Mary asked, sipping her tea at the cafe that she and Sherlock were sitting at. He supposed that she dragged him out in public so that they both had some semblance of a social life, though he didn’t mind too much. Truth be told he quite enjoyed her company, whether he was using her as a partner in case solving or helping her take care of Rosie or anything, really. It was a bit different these days, but he supposed that was to be expected after the incident at the aquarium where she had almost lost her life.

John had been so filled with grief, so sure he was going to lose her, and they had stood there, and then he had snapped out of it, the way John had snapped him out of it with the young guard in the showers, gotten down to the business of saving Mary’s life. Admittedly it had been touch and go for a time; the shot had not been nearly as neat as Mary’s own shot to him had been, and there had been more than one moment where they had thought they might lose her. But Mary had things worth fighting for, and she was tough, strong. She clawed her way back.

Things came out then, things he had deduced but not mentioned. The woman on the bus, the late night texting. John was so sorry, so very sorry and Mary gave him another chance, and it seemed all was well. Mycroft had found someone who could be trusted to hear it all, Mary’s backstory and the secrets John knew, and they were working through things, their feelings about the entire situation of their lives, together and apart. And he was glad for his friends. If anyone deserved happiness, of all people, it was them.

If only his own life would go as well in that department, he supposed.

Janine had reached out to him for help. While she had settled down for a less extravagant life, it seemed as though not everyone was willing to let her association with Magnussen go, and she was being harassed rather viciously by someone both online and at her cottage. She worried for her new husband’s safety as well as that of her unborn child, and she asked him for help. She had, surprisingly, been hesitant to ask, but he had said he owed her, for what he had done to her. Her revenge had not been nearly bad enough to hurt him the way he had hurt her; if anything, it had given him a reputation that most men would envy and benefited her in the bargain.

In the process, though, he had found out her husband was not all he had seemed. Not in a bad way, thankfully; she did not need to be hurt more by having him be a bastard. It had simply turned out he was a member of the Royal family who did not know, but there were those who wanted to exploit this position and his position as a high-ranking executive in an export company to their advantage. To do that, he needed to move among the crowd Janine moved in. As she was married now, he could not go as her paramour. And this was not the type of crowd you brought a casual lover to.

You brought a wife.

And Molly Hooper had agreed to pose as his.

Sherlock nodded. “As of yesterday, Molly is now Molly Holmes, my legal wife.” He picked up his coffee and took a sip. “Neither of us wanted to make a big fuss, really. Which I apologize for, but…”

“Rob me of the chance to be matron of honour,” Mary said, reaching over and slapping his shoulder. “After you were best man and damn near groomzilla at my wedding, Sherlock.”

He chuckled slightly and then shrugged. “Perhaps there will be another chance at–” He broke off when the person at the table next to them abruptly pushed away, scurrying off. He turned and watched but the crowd at the cafe made it damn near impossible to catch anything other than a glimpse of the person who left. He couldn’t even tell if the person had been male or female. Shaking his head, he turned back to Mary. “We depart tomorrow morning to Essex and we’ll be staying there as Janine’s guests while I nose around there and here in London when I have time.”

Mary nodded. “So John and Rosie and I will not be completely devoid of your company?” she asked with a smile, tilting her head.

“Of course not,” he said. “I would never deny my best mate and my favourite women of my presence.”

“Your favourite women other than Molly,” Mary said, her grin turning into a smirk.

Sherlock began to get uncomfortable under her gaze. “Yes, well…”

“Are you going to survive this case, I wonder, with your singlehood intact?” Mary asked innocently, picking up her drink and taking a sip.

“Shove off,” Sherlock muttered, glaring at her and having more of his coffee. To be honest, he’d rather have asked anyone other than Molly. Not because he didn’t like Molly, or trust Molly, or think Molly was competent.

No, not at all.

But because his relationship with Molly had been rather…muddled…since John and Mary’s wedding, and become moreso over time. He was responsible for the end of her engagement, after all, and their relationship wasn’t quite as platonic as Mary and everyone else believed, and as fake as this marriage was?

He had rather hoped he could convince her to make it real by the end of the case.

He just hoped nothing spoiled his carefully set plans in the meantime.

What Goes Around

Title: What Goes Around

Written by: @wildlyglittering

Prompt 44: Peeta has a gf before entering college where she meets Katniss. K&P are both in the same major/dept. They break up and he and Katniss become really close and everybody thinks they’re a thing but part of Katniss thinks he’s not over his ex so he never asks her out even if they have chemistry and all. Something happens and the ex ends up transferring to the same major/dept and Katniss is extremely frustrated because she’s fallen for Peeta but the ex is trying to make sure Peeta never gets over her

Rating: T (to start with)

Notes: Because there is something clearly wrong with me I decided to take two prompts and turn them both into WIPs. So this is part 1/ part of part 1 that is now a WIP.  I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with how this has turned out so far but thought I would give it a go!

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  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Levy:</b> I have the sex appeal of a math book.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> I don't know Levy, I can't think of anyone who opened a math book and didn't say 'fuck me'.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>