#Writing events

[novella-november]

Want to participate but need smaller goals to work towards, because a monthly goal is a little too intimidating?

Try to write one short story a week, totaling 7.5k words :)

Successfully write four short stories over the month of November, and congrats!

You've now written 30k words in a month!

Despite the name of the event being "Novella November" , the goal here isn't strictly to specifically write an entire Novella -- rather, the goal here is to write 30k words in the month, doing so in consistent little chunks, to train your brain to be able to write as a *task on command* and not just when you've been struck with inspiration!

Your goal over the month of November is not to worry over the quality, reread from the start to edit or make changes -- save all that for later! Open a second document to take notes in, if you want, but your goal is not "perfection ready to publish", your goal is to write consistently, because what you are writing is just your first draft, and its *meant* to not be perfect!

That is what editing later is for,in fact *multiple rounds of editing*, and if I can think of some catchy names, I'll try to make a month themed on editing your first drafts from November, feel free to leave suggestions!

If anyone is interested in further writing challenges, I have another one tentatively titled "Public Domain Day Dash" where on January 1st, you pick a random, brand-new Public Domain short story, read it, brainstorm for one week, and then write 5k words a week for the next three weeks, totalling to a 15k word short story adaption of that brand-new Public Domain work, a kind of Public Domain "Big Bang" event to celebrate all of the new works entering the public consciousness!

[softhairedhotch]

AHHHH FIRST FIC OF COMFORTEMBER YEAHHHH >:D comfortember day one: safe aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader after having a rough night out, you call aaron and he rushes to find you immediately. he fixes you up and the two of you finally admit how you feel about each other. word count: 1.5k warnings/content: mentions of fighting and alcohol but mostly fluff.

comfortember masterlist here! also on ao3 <3

you make me feel safe

Aaron wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing beside him. It gets to the fourth or fifth ring by the time he grabs it and anxiety bubbles low in his gut when he realises it’s you calling at almost three in the morning. Answering the phone, he immediately asks, “Is everything alright?”

“No.”

He’s up and out of bed instantly, throwing on the first shirt he finds and the closest shoes to the bed. “Tell me where you are.”

“I’m at, uh, I don’t, I’m… somewhere. My mind is all over the place.”

Aaron’s heart hammers widely in his chest. “Somewhere? Can you look around for me and see if you recognise something? Anything?”

“Okay,” you reply, voice shaky. After a few moments, you clear your throat. “I’m outside the bar we all went to a few weeks ago.”

“The Tipsy Ship? The one closest to work?” 

“Y-yeah, yeah.”

Aaron grabs his keys and runs out of his house, not even thinking about locking the door as he runs toward his car. Jack is sleeping over at JJ's; the house will be fine unattended for now. “I’m on my way. Are you hurt?”

“I think so.”

“You think–” Aaron stops to take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before shoving his phone into its holder and slamming his car door shut. “Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

“Can you stay on the line with me?”

“Of course.”

***

When Aaron reaches the bar, his heart breaks at the sight of you standing alone outside. He tenses up once he notices that, not only are you alone, but dry blood covers your face, there’s a large bruise forming on your cheek, and the knuckles of your dominant hand are cracked and bloody. “God,” he mutters, running straight for you and grabbing you by the shoulders. He can smell an overpowering scent of alcohol on you and he winces. “What happened? Where’s the bastard that did this to you?”

You point toward an ambulance down the road. “The coward freaked out when I punched him back and thought he needed medical attention. Most they’re gonna diagnose him with is Dumbassery and Stupid Prick Disease.” You look back at Aaron and weakly smile. “And maybe a concussion.”

Aaron can’t help it, he laughs. “At least you haven't lost your sense of humour. But let's get you home and cleaned up, alright?” 

“Can I go to yours? I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

He smiles. “Of course you can.”

***

Aaron holds a wet cloth to your face, reaching out to grab your chin between his fingers gently when you flinch away. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s cold, is all.”

“Sorry,” he repeats, gently dabbing away the dried blood under your nose and the corner of your lips. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I got into a fight.”

“I can see that.”

You shrug, stumbling on your feet at the movement. Aaron gently grabs you by your elbow and shuffles you toward the kitchen counter so that you’re leaning against it for support. Once you’re stable, he begins to dab the other side of the cloth over your knuckles. “It was stupid, really.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” you sigh. It’s quiet for a few moments as you watch Aaron continue to clean up the blood. “He… the guy who punched me… I was on a date with him.” Aaron tenses. “And he kept buying me drinks and told me I had to drink them. I did because, well, free drinks, y’know?” You sigh and shake your head again, letting out a groan when it results in pain. “So stupid of me.”

“Hey, none of that. You’re not stupid.”

“Whatever you say. Anyway, I think he was trying to make sure I was drunk enough so that he could take me home without much complaint. I don’t know. I refused because I really wasn’t in the, uh, mood, and the night was a bust anyway, and he started… tryna touch me, grab me and all that, his hands were everywhere and I didn’t want them to be and…” You stop to take a few deep breaths, feeling sick at the thought of what could have happened. Aaron feels anger rip through his veins. “Anyway, he ended up punching me and I guess he wasn’t expecting me to punch back.”

Aaron grits his teeth. "Twice as hard, yeah?" 

"Twice as hard," you grin. 

“Good. That’s what I expect to hear.”

You tilt your head at him, trying to read his expression. “You’re not mad at me?”

Confused, his eyes meet yours. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, watching as his large hand moves over yours, his thumb gently sweeping over your skin. “I woke you up.”

“You woke– You– That’s what you’re worried about?” He gives you a fond look. “Yes, you woke me up. But I’m glad you did. Thank you for calling me. And for trusting me to help you.”

“I don’t think I trust anyone more than I trust you.”

Aaron’s hand stills as the words sink in. When he looks up at you, he notices that you’re staring at him with so much love that his breath catches in his throat. He hasn’t been looked at like that in… he can’t even remember. But when he thinks about it, eyes never leaving yours as you blink innocently at him, not understanding his revelation at that moment, he realises it’s the way you’ve always looked at him. With complete and utter adoration. 

As if he hung the moon and the stars.

“Oh,” is all he can get out.

“Oh?” 

“Yeah. Oh.”

Your face falls and he feels guilt grow deep in his gut. “You don’t trust me back?”

“What? I never said that.” He steps closer, moving a hand to your shoulder and looking into your eyes. “Of course I trust you. More than most people. More than anyone else, really.”

“Really?”

His eyes search yours and he nods firmly, squeezing your shoulder. “Really.”

You look all over his face before looking down at his lips, licking your own as your mouth immediately goes dry. “I didn't want… I… I didn't go home with that guy because of, uh, well, you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you... when I was with him.”

Aaron hums as his gaze drops to your lips. “That’s why I don’t go on dates.”

“Hm?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you either.” He inches closer, moving a warm hand up to cup your cheek. “Can I kiss y–"

“Yea–"

And your lips are pressed together before either of you can finish. The kiss is soft, sweet, gentle, and full of so much raw emotion that it’s almost suffocating (in the best way). Aaron moves his lips against yours desperately, holding your face in his large calloused hands as if you might break at any moment, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. The moment your tongue brushes against his bottom lip, though, he pulls back with a heavy sigh. “Shit, you’re drunk. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I’m totally taking advantage of you and–”

“Aaron.”

“I should know better and–”

“Aaron!”

“You should feel safe here–”

You press your lips against his again, effectively shutting him up. It’s a much shorter kiss this time, but not any less enjoyable. “I do feel safe, Aaron. Here, with you.”

“You do?”

“Of course. You make me feel safe; you always have.”

He visibly relaxes and pulls you into a hug. “So have you.” He sighs against you, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I like being with you.”

“I like being with you too, Aaron.”

He smiles against you and holds you for a moment more before pulling back, hands still wrapped around you. His heart breaks at the sight of the dark bruise forming on your face and he leans forward to press a tender kiss against the skin, careful not to hurt you in any way. “I wonder how long we’ve liked each other.”

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, I think.” 

Aaron’s breath hitches at the admission. “You’re in love with me?”

You tilt your head at him, fighting back a smile. “Did I not make that obvious enough?”

“I… didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Well, get them up, Hotchner, because I’m in love with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron’s face softens and he presses a kiss to your cheek, sighing in relief. “I’m in love with you, too.” He runs his hands lovingly over your back. “Now let’s get you changed into some comfortable clothes and into bed, yeah? It seems like we have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”

“Can I sleep in your bed with you?” 

He presses another kiss to your cheek. “There’s no other place I’d rather you be, sweetheart.”

tag list: @criminalskies @ssahotchnerr @hotchs-big-hands @citrusiove @sillyhotchsgirl

lemme know if you wanna be tagged in future fics

[moon-and-seraph]

Words into Potions: a month-long writing challenge!

We're excited to announce Moon + Seraph's newest event...

Words into Potions (or, WIP!)

Join us this March 1st - 31st for a month-long writing challenge, where any and all types of writing goals are welcome! Use our event to draft a whole novel, outline a new WIP, finish a short story, or accomplish anything writing-related!

We have lots of exciting freebies to help you along the journey!

Track your milestones on a free, downloadable map

Collect digital writing-themed badges

When you reach your goal, randomly pull 1 of 12 digital tarot-inspired cards

Plus, to celebrate our birthday and the event finale on March 31st, we encourage you to post an introduction of your WIP(s) and a wrap-up of all the progress you made. Tag us and we'll reblog your post!

Optionally, join our Discord server to get more out of the Words into Potions writing challenge!

(Learn more about the server here.)

Earn special Discord roles by doing writing sprints

Participate in a weekly writing marathon, where we collectively try to reach a larger goal

Weekly WIP question trades, where we talk about each other's stories and encourage each other to keep writing

Share links to any progress updates you post on Tumblr in our dedicated event promotion channel, and we'll reblog them here

For a sneak peek at our free rewards and more details, read on below!

If you're going to participate or just want to help spread the word, please give this post a reblog! It's very hard for posts to be seen on Tumblr right now, and we really, really want this to find as many writers as possible.

Take a peek at a small section of our milestone map!

As you journey to your writing goal in March, you can also journey through a forest and collect different ingredients from mythical characters, creatures, and locations! Our map milestones are percentage based, which means they'll work for any goal you choose. Whether it's words, pages, hours, or anything else!

This is a super high-res file, so you'll be able to set it as your desktop wallpaper, zoom-in on all the details, and even print it as a poster!

Find our milestone map here!

Find details for printing here!

Here's 3 of our 38 writing badges, designed just for this event!

When we get closer to March we'll release a full list of our badges for you to reference and download throughout the month, or if you're in our Discord server, we'll have an automated system for you to claim your badges!

We encourage you to share the badges you earn on Tumblr, along with your progress! Please @ us in your posts if you do, so we can reblog and encourage you!

Find our writing badges here!

Reach your goal, and randomly pull 1 of 12 digital, tarot-inspired cards!

These are digital, downloadable cards that you can share on Tumblr, set as a phone lock-screen, and even print! We'll have size options for different desktop/phone wallpapers, as well as some dark mode versions!

Find our Winner's Cards here!

Things to Know:

Words into Potions begins on March 1st 2024 and ends on March 31st 2024.

This event is geared toward original fiction writers, but all are welcome to participate.

Our Discord server is 18+ only, with no exceptions.

Our milestone map is free for personal use, but under no circumstances are you allowed to use it for commercial use (any situation in which you profit, financially or otherwise). You may not modify it in any way that obscures the Moon + Seraph watermark, and you may not claim that you created it.

Our writing badges are also free for personal use, but not commercial use, and you can't claim that you created them.

Our tarot-inspired card rewards are also free for personal use, but not for commercial use, and you can't claim that you created them.

Have questions? Send us an ask!

We're very excited about this writing challenge, so we're more than happy to answer any questions you have!

[unforgivenn]

MASTERPOST!!!

Hi there fellow whumpers! I'm Remy or you can simply just call me Unforgiven. I'm Bisexual, use she/her, and live in Dubai! (Pronunciation of my name cuz a lot of you people are confused)

This is my first blog and I'm really new to this so I have no idea how to make a masterlist. Please go easy on the critism and bear with me😭 I post angst filled writings here. There might be some smol sketches filled with whumpy things which are faaarrrr away from my professional artwork. Also feel free to go through my new blog @unforgivenntired2 as well where I post fanfictions of anime characters!!

Please give @nuriiz134's blog some love and support too (18+) ^^

Things you should know about my blog

❗️❗️YOUNG WHUMPEES MIGHT BE MENTIONED❗️❗️ ❗️❗️THERE WILL BE *NO* NSFW HERE❗️❗️ ❗️❗️PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU USE ANY OF MY PROMPTS❗️❗️ ❗️❗️NONE OF MY WORK IS FREE TO REPUBLISH❗️❗️

What you can expect to find here

𓆩♡𓆪 Contains a lotttt of Pet whump so if you're not comfortable with it or don't like it then please don't interact with this blog. 𓆩♡𓆪 I absolutely adore scenarios where Whumpers force whumpees to address them as 'sir' (≧∇≦)ﾉ. 𓆩♡𓆪 I'm very much into psychological torment so there will be a lot of that here. 𓆩♡𓆪 There's something irresistible about defiant whumpees slowly breaking down over time, it's my ultimate weakness 🤌. 𓆩♡𓆪 I'm completely obsessed with stories having human blood bags and vampire whumpers. I mean, humans being treated as both a food source and a pet? That's double the torture!! 𓆩♡𓆪 Carewhumpers hehe 𓆩♡𓆪 Manipulation 𓆩♡𓆪 Small bois crying :)

Prompts are free to use but please tag me if you do. Asks, dm's and requests are always open so please don't feel scared or shy to send one in! <3 Please ignore if I post some bullshit in the middle of the night.

What i probably won't write

𓆩♡𓆪 BBU 𓆩♡𓆪 NSFW 𓆩♡𓆪 Tiny whumpee/Giant whumper 𓆩♡𓆪 Fandom whump 𓆩♡𓆪 Furries. Please don't even ask me about it.

Some stories I'm absolutely obsessed with and you should check out as well!!

Jack and Asher by @whumpasaurus101

Play Pretend by @oddsconvert

@astrowhump's every single story.

Whiskey and Baxter by @cyberwhumper

Smile for the camera by @morning-star-whump

@demondamage's aziphem and haziel

ONESHOTS

CONFINED THE KNIFE'S EDGE SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH ISOLATION

HIDE AND SEEK BLOODBOUND SIDEKICK WHUMPEE PRETTY LITTLE THING GIFT OF PAIN PAIN OR PLEASURE

PROMPTS AND SNIPPETS

FEEL THE PAIN NOTHING BUT A PAWN BURNING DRESSES WINGED WHUMPEES BROKEN VILLAIN WHUMPEE YOU BELONG TO ME TWISTED PLEASURE A DISOBEDIENT PET FEAR'S DELIGHT CHEERFUL WHUMPERS MANIPULATIVE WHUMPERS HERO WHUMPEE VILLAIN WHUMPER PREY TRAUAMATIZED WHUMPEES WHUMPERS WITH NO REASONING FOR TORTURE BETRAYAL FAILED ESCAPE/RESCUE ATTEMPTS A FOE DISSAPOINTMENT CHOKING IN WHUMP WHUMPERS WHO FEEL SORRY

MY ART

CALEB AND DOMINIC MASTERLIST (SLOW UPDATE)

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

Sypnosis: In a world where power reigns supreme, Noah, a 17-year-old, finds himself thrust into a nightmare beyond comprehension. He's kidnapped by Andrey if it even is called kidnapping. All the torture he endures, everything he goes through whether it be mental or physical torture. Everything is legal and no one can stop it unless they want to be beheaded. Forced to become a slave, Noah's life got a 180 degree turn where betrayal and pain lurks at every corner and shadow.

16th HOUR

based on this

Sypnosis: In a messed-up world where your whole life changes on your 16th birthday, society decides if you're human or livestock based on your social status. If you get the livestock label, you lose all your human rights and become a piece of property, destined for work, experimentation, or even get slaughtered for meat. What happens when Samuel gets classified into the livestock category despite being the son of a big-time businessman?

DEAR SOMEONE (recently started)

Sypnosis: When Mile is given a notebook as a “reward” for his obedience, he’s both terrified and relieved. To Ezra, it’s a token of control, a way to keep Mile’s mind occupied and compliant. But to Mile, it becomes a lifeline, a place to pour out his soul, document his suffering, and cling to the last shreds of humanity.

Dear Diary, Why is this happening to me?

Masterlist is constantly updated Reblogs are always appreciated <3

[ink-fireplace-coffee]

Writeblr of the Month: an event

kindly inspired on @authoralexharvey 's "Interview With A Writer" event <3

WHAT IS THIS?

An event to promote writers in this site! On the 15th of each month, I will upload a post with a different writeblr, linked to their work, as well as reblogging their post and providing feedback (or simply just gushing about their writing)

HOW TO PARTICIPATE?

Just fill the google forms linked below and reblog this to spread the word!

WHAT WILL IT FEATURE?

Basics! such as name or pen name, the name of the blog and where else you might find them

WIPS! a little intro to their wips as well as links to their intro posts. Basic info like genre, and warnings will be displayed.

Excerpts (if applied)

Cool graphics or other thematic posts (if apply)

"I WANT TO SUPPORT TOO!"

Wonderful!! Just reblog everything you want/feel like, and most importantly, leave comments! Honestly, everyone loves to receive comments on their work, let's be kind to each other.

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PLEASE CONSIDER REBLOGGING THIS TO SPREAD THE INFO AROUND. FIRST WRITEBLR OF THE MONTH WILL START ON MARCH 15TH

[crowandmoonwriting]

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Hey everyone! It's our own little NaNoWriMo, starting Dec. 1!

Did you not have time to participate in NaNoWriMo last month, but you still want the experience? Join Winter NaNoWrimo! Set your own writing goals or join us in our goal of 20,000 words!

Feel free to tag me and use the tag #winternano2023

If you want to join us on my discord server, let me know and I can send you an invite. Hang out in the Writer's Cafe VC or the Writing Chat text channel to talk, brainstorm, do some write-alongs, or whatever else you'd like to do to get some writing done

Happy Winter!

[idreamofdraco]

Mark your calendars!!!

The Draco/Ginny Fic Fest is returning on May 1st! Stay tuned for more info. 👀

@anisethefiaadmin Art by @gryffindorkx

[sweetiebarnes]

IMPORTANT INFO ~ As always this is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact! 18+ only - no exceptions. You do not have permission to translate, copy, or steal my work. If you see my work any place other than here or ao3 it has been posted without my consent. 

Now to the good stuff...

About the event: New year means a new writing event. It's been awhile since I did my last one so I thought the new year would be the perfect opportunity to have one. Plus, kiddo is now back to school so I have more time to write. Yay! How to request: Please use this form to send it your requests.

Format of the requests: For this writing event you will select one character, an AU, a writing prompt, and one kink. If you do not wish for your request to be an AU there is an option for it to be Canon universe.

Time table: This will take place from now until January 31st. My goal is to have all requests completed by then (unless I get some on the 31st.) Please note that this is a dark writing event. If dark fics are not your thing then please do not participate.

If you have any questions or concerns, don't be afraid to reach out.

[little-annie]

I'm taking a break this weekend from working on my current projects, and to get the creative juices flowing I'll instead be working on some prompt events. I feel like I'm a little in over my head, but we'll ignore that. Plus all of the current wips in my docs

🍦 @sept-stobin-extravaganza

🌶 @steddiesmuttyseptember

☹️ @whumptober

🐶 @flufftober

🎃 @steddie-spooktober

💀 Nightmare Fuel Fan Fest (twitter)

Send me the emoji(s) of the corresponding event in an ask and I'll write up and share a passage or two from my wip.

☹️ @whumptober prompt #1 sneak peek below the cut

Everyone was accounted for, but one.

Crimson lightning clashing through the skies and earth shaking below, everyone was there. In the belly of hell. Standing ready and waiting at the gate of salvation.

Finally, it's over.

But with a quick count of heads. And a recount. And another. Its with an abject sort of horror Steve realises they're short one.

Amongst the crowd of bloody and bruised, one head of curly hair remains missing.

Absent.

Probably already dead if the silence around them is anything to go by.

There's Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, Eddie and every single one of the kids…

….but Dustin.

Nowhere in their ragged breathing, badly beaten group of monster hunters is there a ball cap.

Not a single one in sight.

Not one white and green, splattered with the tar like blood of a Demobat, anywhere to be found.

Steve shudders a breath.

This can't be happening

“Dustin,” he lets a hollow gasp of the boy's name fall from his lips.

Everyone looks at him with the same sort of terror he feels flooding into his bones.

Almost immediately it's a cacophony of voices.

“He was right there” “Oh my god” “We gotta go looking for him” “If he's even still alive” “Micheal” “He is, I can feel him. He is close” “El?” “He is not alone”

It's that final one that catches Steve's attention the most. Makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Just as it does Wills.

Clasping a hand to the back of his neck, the boy looks up and with a single word uttered sends Steve into a spiral of panic.

“Henry.”

Then the sound of a clock chimes.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC

Summary: JJ would never turn down a free candy cane. When she runs into Billy and company on the street, he can't get her out of his head. A text exchange heats up between them, and when JJ decides to take things one step further with a steamy photo, Billy has no choice but to take a bathroom break for some sweet relief. Experience the gift that keeps on giving in the next 1.5k words✨ CW: light SMUT, masturbation (M solo), mentions of p/v sex, sexting A huge thank you to my beta reader and editor @lifesshort-imshorter for helping me bring this piece to life!!!

DAY TWO OF HOHOHOE WEEK Prompt: Candy cane Read Part 1 in this mini series here

“Thanks again, Joyce!” JJ waved her final goodbye to Joyce Byers as she exited Melvald’s General Store and started down the sidewalk back to her parked car. She excitedly unwrapped the long end of her candy cane, immediately popping it in between her lips and hollowing her cheeks around the minty treat. Peppermint was her favorite, and she was never known to decline a free candy cane.

The chime of laughter rang in her ears as JJ approached a trio of people coming the opposite way down the sidewalk. She swore she recognized them – two men and a woman – all bundled up in winter garb, joking amongst themselves and walking at a brisk pace.

As she got closer, a fire started in her belly at the sight of Billy Hargrove walking alongside two of her other former Hawkins classmates, Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins. They hadn’t noticed her yet, so she did her best to compose her posture and brighten the look in her eyes.

“Is that JJ Feron?!” Carol exclaimed, holding out her arms and quickening her pace. It took all of the energy JJ could muster not to roll her eyes. She and Carol had never really been friends, but she wasn’t about to bitch and moan in front of Billy, especially after last night.

JJ accepted the friendly hug from Carol and tuned out her giddy gushing as she snuck a glance at Billy who wore his usual smirk, his icy blue eyes shining against the crystalline backdrop of snow and gray sky.

“How are you guys?” JJ willed herself to smile at the trio in greeting which was returned by Tommy as Carol began droning on about how miserable her journey home to Hawkins had been. JJ continued to lavish licks on her candy cane while she feigned interest in Carol’s story. She was eternally grateful when Tommy checked his watch, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“We’d better get going, babe. We’ll miss our movie. Great to see you, JJ. Let’s catch up later.” Tommy’s brisk remarks were music to JJ’s ears, and she unsheathed her candy cane from her mouth with a pop.

“Don’t miss your show. I’ll catch you guys later,” she replied contentedly.

“Later,” Billy agreed, his eye contact almost too intense for the moment. JJ couldn’t help but feel like Billy’s statement was more of a promise, and her suspicion was confirmed when she caught him stealing a glance at her over his shoulder as the three of them continued past where she stood on the sidewalk.

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JJ made it back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She was removing her winter layers and hanging them up in the closet when her phone buzzed in the pocket of her jeans. She took it out, surveying the screen, and a devious smile bloomed on her cherry-red lips.

Billy: Someone’s looking delicious today.

She stifled the giggle that broke open in her chest, the urge to kick her feet like a schoolgirl almost getting the best of her. As much as she wanted to return the compliment and then some, she decided to rein herself in and play it cool just to see if he might give chase.

JJ: Not nearly as delicious as this candy cane.

She was still working away at the candy cane, making sure to savor it as she undressed and got ready for a shower. Not even a few minutes flew by before her phone was buzzing again.

Billy: What I wouldn’t give to be that candy cane right now…

JJ’s eyes rounded, her cheeks almost matching the shade of her lipstick at Billy’s daring comment. She grinned around her candy cane and laid back on her bed to reply. She had an idea that would bring Billy to his knees.

JJ: What? You mean you want to be inside of my warm, wet mouth…have my soft tongue licking you up and down…getting your sticky flavors all over my lips?

It only took Billy a few seconds to respond, and she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.

Billy: Jacqueline…you’re killing me… JJ: I was just clarifying ;) Billy: Sure you were. At this rate, I might have to take a trip to the bathroom just so I can focus on the movie. JJ: A trip to the bathroom? What for? Billy: Wouldn’t you like to know…

JJ let herself squeal and laugh alone in her room. Ravaging a bite out of the end of her candy cane, she decided to take things a step further. She opened her robe to reveal her white lace bra and settled her snack snug in between her cleavage, letting it drip sticky sweetness onto her warm skin. Positioning the phone camera high above herself, she snapped a photo and quickly sent it before she could change her mind.

She stared back at herself on the screen, her red lips and the stripes of her holiday treat standing out bright against the pure white of her bra and bedsheets. As soon as the picture made it through to the other side, Billy was typing. JJ’s breath shallowed in anticipation.

Billy: DAMN. Billy: If you could only see what you’re doing to me right now.

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BILLY’S POV

Billy tapped Tommy on the shoulder in the dark. “Bathroom,” he whispered simply. Tommy nodded in response, and his eyes returned to the giant movie screen. Billy sidestepped out of the aisle and hurried out into the lobby of the theater, almost jogging his way to the men’s restroom. JJ Feron was going to be the death of him, and he was a willing victim.

He burst into the room with way too much gusto for a public restroom visit and made sure he was alone before locking himself in the stall furthest away from the door. Pulling out his phone, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with a groan, finally able to relieve some of the pressure on his aching, rock-hard cock.

Unlocking his phone, Billy pulled up the picture JJ had just sent him. Hiding it from Tommy during the movie was difficult, but he had managed to sneak a look at it just long enough to drive himself totally wild. He couldn’t take just sitting there anymore. After his adventure with JJ the night before, all he could think about was seeing her again, and this was the next best thing.

Seeing the photo a second time made him bite his lower lip, his brows knitting together in despair, missing her in that moment, as he gripped his waistband. With his empty hand, he let his cock spring free, salty dewdrops already forming at the tip. Billy stared at JJ’s perky tits just barely covered by her white lace bra, a bitten off candy cane nestled between them, and he spat into his hand. If he didn’t feel like he was about to explode into a million pieces at just the sight of this girl, he would be embarrassed at how unglamorous the situation was.

Tracing his tongue along his lower lip, he began a steady rhythm fisting his cock over and over to the thoughts of everything else he wanted to do to Jacqueline June Feron. He thought of her auburn curls tangled around his fingers as her pussy sucked him in deeper each time he tried to pull out. He remembered the sound of the frame of Steve’s mirror rattling against the wall, and JJ’s tireless moans, and each moment of pleasure he recalled only pushed him closer and closer to his edge.

Billy’s phone vibrated again, and the words on the screen sent him reeling.

JJ: I wish I was doing more…being the good girl I am, sucking you like that candy cane until you burst in my mouth…

That was all he needed. He felt a surge of heat just before he painted his hand white with his own sticky release, unable to stifle the strained moans escaping his throat in between his heavy, labored breathing. Delirious, wrist stiff and aching, he slumped against the wall of the stall he was in, waiting to regain his vision and control of the rest of his body as the wave of pleasure ebbed.

He took one last glance at JJ’s photo before he responded shamelessly.

Billy: My hand doesn't clean up nearly as well as your mouth would. Can I see you again tonight? JJ: I'm a little busy, but I'll try to fit you in. Billy: Oh, I know you can ;) JJ: Pick me up at 10.

With JJ's agreement to meet again that night, Billy shoved his phone into his pocket and cleaned up the best he could in the bathroom before sauntering back into the theater. He glanced at Tommy and Carol who were like zombies, mindlessly shoveling handfuls of popcorn into their mouths, hypnotized by the giant screen in front of them, barely even noticing he had returned.

Billy smirked to himself, feeling almost filthy for the break he had to take, but he really couldn't help himself. He couldn't get JJ off his mind no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the show, and if he was honest, she was all he really wanted to think about.

💕Tag list: @imyourdaninow @justsimonrileythings @b1tchy3lf @jozstankovich @darleenjade @peachyaliien @dananahenderson @strangerthing93 @yoyokiss97 @californiaboytoybilly

[springintoastory]

April 1st is around the corner, and with it the launch of the Spring Into A Story Challenge! 🤩🤩

Whether you're looking for tips to prepare, or want to use this challenge as your starting point, here are ways to spring into a writing habit. 🌺✒️

Set up a ritual - Do a little something that serves as a switch in your brain to signal it's writing time. Your ritual could be lighting a candle, using a very specific mug to drink from, heading to the library, or settling down at a cafe (my favorite!).

Be consistent - For some of you, that might be putting time on the calendar. Every Thursday from 6-9 is writing time! For others, it might mean you open your document for 30 minutes every night between dinner and bed. Or that you dedicate your time on the train to typing on your phone's keyboard. Set up a time, daily, weekly or monthly, and keep it.

Bring a friend - Accountability can be a huge help in setting up a habit. Just like having a friend in your yoga class gets you there, having a writing buddy during your consistent write time will help you show up. Or hey! Follow the #SpringIntoAStory tag and make friends there.

Set reasonable goals - If the writing you want to do is daunting and looming over your shoulder, you might ignore it by never showing up at the keyboard. Instead, break things down. Have your goal be 10 min of writing. Or 500 words. Or half a page. Something you know won't scare you off.

Track your writing - Put writing on your to-do list app. Color a square in your bullet journal, or give yourself a little sticker on the calendar. Tracking your writing gives you a serotonin boost when you can make that mark, but also visualizes your habit. When I can see on my chart I've not written for three days, I'm more likely to write on the fourth.

Make it fun! - If you don't like it, you won't do it. So make sure you're having fun - be it sharing your work on Ao3, chatting with friends as take a writing break, or wearing a silly hat. You do you.

For those of who you already have a writing habit, how did you build it?

[novella-november]

Here's a WIP list of my ideas for a full year of monthly writing events!

If you have any suggestions *please* feel free to send them in :D

Not everyone has free time to do a full 30k in November in particular, and the key of learning to write consistently...... is consistency!

Writing in earnest for just one month out of the year doesn't give you much practice, does it?

But 30k every single month can be exhausting an daunting!

So, here's my WIP proposal....

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January [15k total / 500 each day]-- Public Domain-Day Dash -- On January 1st, pick a brand-new Public Domain work, read/study it for a week while brain storming, then spend the next three weeks writing 5k words to make by the end of the month a 15k word short story, adapting that PD Work into another genre / time period / etc. February [20k total / ~714 Each day ] -- Freedom February -- Black History Month. Each week, write 5,000 words each week celebrating freedom from tyranny in all its forms. March [9,300 total / 300 each day] -- Spring Equinox -- Each day, write 300 words based on the concepts of warmth, renewal, rebirth, changing of the guard, etc. April [8k total / ~285 per day] -- April Fools -- Each week, write 2k words of a comedy short story, to end the month with 8k words of comedy. May [6,200k total / 200 each day] -- International Workers Celebration -- Each day, write 200 words about a character in your line of work (or a nonfiction diary/article) and what you enjoy about it and how it keeps the world turning, or saving the world in some emergency, then take some time to relax, you've earned it! June [15k total / 500 each day] -- Pride Month -- write 500 words each day, either fictional or nonfictional, about queer history, pride, solidarity, or intersectionality. July [15.5k words total / 500 each day] -- Disability Pride Month -- Each day, write 500 words about your favorite genre, from the perspective of a disabled character (or a character with your own disabilities), and what kind of accommodations they use in their daily lives, without magically erasing their disability. August [15.5k words total / 500 each day]-- Alien August -- Aliens have invaded! Pick your favorite genre, and each day, write 500 words of that genre, with a plot that gets interrupted by an alien visitation! September [60-100 Pages / 2-3 each day] -- Scripting September -- Each day, write 2-3 script pages for an audio-drama, stage-play, or movie/tv show, to end the month with a 60 to 100 page script. October [20k total / 714 each day] -- Ominous October -- A choice of themes will be decided on before October, two options for each week, and everyone will write a 5k word short horror/spooky story each week, that all get posted on October 31st / Halloween

November -- Novella November [30k total / 1k each day]-- Write 1k words a day to reach 30k words by the end of the month. You can write a 30k word novella, use it as the start of a larger novel, write a series of short stories (such as writing a 7.5k word short story per week), etc. [30k total / 1k each day] December -- Don't Touch It December [6,200k total / 200 each day] -- this is your month of relaxation! Write just 200 words per day about anything you enjoyed / are proud of from the past year, and what you are looking forward to in the future! [6,200k total / 200 each day]

If you prefer to focus on just the longer challenges and spend the other months editing, we can also have mirror events each month for different ways of editing with community support!

Things like Beta reader swaps, doing cover mockups, localization help for those not writing in their first language, etc!

[softhairedhotch]

this is a bit more of a specific one but hope y'all enjoy <33 comfortember day four: warmth

aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader (reader is the same height/taller than aaron in this!) you and aaron share each other's clothes. word count: 1.1k warnings/content: pet names, fluff, wearing each other's clothes, established relationship, all that cute stuff.

comfortember masterlist here! also on ao3.

stolen clothes

One day, when Aaron is out on a case in a colder state and you're stuck in the office as usual, he sends you a picture that has you grinning like a fool. It's a mirror selfie of him wearing a quarter zip he bought you a few months back, one specifically bought so that you'd stop stealing his ones out of his go-bag when it gets slightly colder. You laugh at the irony and admire the picture–it's a dark grey and fits him perfectly, making him look even more devastatingly handsome, something you didn’t think was possible. You save the photo and message him back, telling him how handsome and pretty he is wearing your clothes and smiling to yourself knowing he’s blushing on the other side of the screen.

If it weren't for him sending you the picture, you'd have found out he was wearing it eventually anyway. An hour or so later as you sit on your lunch break, your phone buzzes with a notification from a group chat you have with Emily, JJ, Penelope, and Derek. 

Hot(ch) Gossip

JJ: Is Hotch wearing a new quarter zip? 

Penny: is he? 

Penny: send pic

Penny: now

Derek: Baby girl, it's just a quarter zip. What's the fuss? 

Em: It's a new one! 

Em: He only has like 3 outfits! 

JJ: She's right.

You: it's mine

Derek: What? How do you know? 

You: he sent me a pic of him wearing it :) 

Derek: Ew! 

You: he had the rest of his clothes on, derek! 

Derek: Oh

Derek: Well that's cute 

Derek: I guess

Penny: awwwwww it is!!!! squeeeeee!!! 

Penny: send a pic!!! 

[Emily attached a photo.] 

You: oh look at him!!

Penny: he's so cute in your clothes!! ahhhhh!!! 

You: send me more pics whenever you can ;)

Derek: Oh, hell nah. 

[Derek left the chat.]

Penny: we've traumatised him 

You: nah, he's just too afraid to admit he finds aaron just as attractive as i do. he's jealousss

Penny: LOVE TRIANGLE LOVE TRIANGLE LOVE TRIANGLE

read by everyone. 

You laugh at the messages and download the picture of Aaron to keep for later, admiring him for a second before sitting back at your desk with a big smile on your face. 

After that, the team–mainly Emily and Penelope, although Dave gets in on the action occasionally–love to send you candid photos of Aaron wearing your clothes when on a case. It’s their daily entertainment. You’d let him know, of course, if it wasn’t for the fact he looks so cute in all the pictures, completely unaware and looking grumpy in your clothes, and making your entire day.

A few weeks later when you’re in the kitchen making dinner for you and Jack, your phone vibrates with a message. Glancing at it, you find yourself smiling immediately at the sight of Aaron’s name. He’s sent a picture attachment and you already know it’s going to be a picture of his bed as proof that he’s getting some much-needed sleep while out on a case.

However, to your surprise (and pure joy), it’s a picture of him tucked into bed with his pillows propped up behind him and covers bunched up under his chin. He looks adorable. Upon closer inspection, you realise that it looks like he’s wearing one of the old shirts you wear to bed, and you laugh as you realise you didn’t lose it like you thought you did. You send him a message asking if it’s your shirt and he tells you it is, promising to send another picture.

Almost five minutes later, your phone buzzes in your hand and you feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sight of him. He’s smiling awkwardly into the camera, the phone held at an odd angle above his head, but the shirt is more visible and it’s most definitely yours and, of course, he looks as beautiful as ever. You smile and decide to reply with a picture of yourself to show that you’re also wearing one of his shirts.

He types for a few moments before giving up and deciding to call you instead. “Hello.”

“You’re supposed to be going to sleep, Mister.”

“I know,” he replies, a smile obvious in his voice. “But I wanted to hear from you.”

“Good,” you grin, moving the pan off the hob and turning the heat completely off, “because I wanted to hear from you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… So. When did you decide to steal my shirt?”

Aaron laughs over the phone and your chest grows tight. “It wasn’t planned, I promise. But when I was repacking my bag, it was just there on the side and… Yeah. It smelled of you and I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, sweetheart, because I was going insane trying to find that shirt earlier. It was there on the bed this morning and then when I checked a few hours later, it was gone!”

“Sorry, I felt like being a bit of a thief today. Don’t let my team know, they’ll arrest me.”

You let out a loud laugh at that. “God forbid they find out you stole your partner’s shirt. I better not get a picture of you in a jail cell, Hotchner.”

“What if I was still wearing your shirt in the picture?”

“Hm… maybe I do wanna see it, then.”

He laughs alongside you before asking about your day and how Jack’s been.

A few days later when Aaron is home and the two of you are getting ready for bed, he grabs one of his pyjama shirts from his go-bag. You reach out to stop him, giving him a sweet smile. “What?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow. “You want me to sleep shirtless? I would but it’s pretty cold.”

“No,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Well… yes. But no, I want you to wear this.” You hand him the shirt you wore to bed last night with a smile. “I think you’ll look cute in it.”

He smiles at you and takes it from your hand, giving you his shirt in exchange. “Then you better wear this one. Wanna see you wear it.” 

You take it from his hand and throw it on, feeling giddy as the smell of him washes over you. He looks over you fondly before throwing on your shirt and taking the few steps between you to wrap you up in a hug. You bury your face into his shoulder as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, holding you for a few moments longer before gently tugging you into bed. He rests his head on your chest and sighs, feeling content. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head, you wrap your arms around him and revel in the warmth of his firm body against yours. 

The two of you fall asleep like that, in each other's clothes, feeling safe and warm and loved. 

tag list: @criminalskies @hotchs-big-hands @ssahotchnerr @citrusiove @mrs-ssa-hotch

[moon-and-seraph]

Words into Potions: Introduce Your WIPs!

We want to know what you'll be working on during our March writing challenge!

Introduce the WIP(s) you'll be working on during March using the template below!

Make sure you add the tag 'MS: WIP Intro', so we can browse through all your projects and reblog them to Moon + Seraph!

Please include a link to our Words into Potion introduction somewhere in your post, so anyone can easily learn about and join our writing challenge.

WIP Introduction Template:

— Title — Genre — Summary — Optionally, any WIP-related links — Optionally, your WIP hashtag — Optionally, one WIP graphic/art — Optionally, a short snippet

Looking to make friends during our writing challenge? Take a look through the WIP intro tag here and find writeblrs to follow and support!

[horrible-bingos]

Welcome to Horrible Bingos' Summer/Winter 2024 This or That Mini Challenge!

The purpose of this mini challenge is to offer some dark seasonal prompts to any creatives out there!

This prompt card will be running between the moment of its publication and until September 20th, with a new card coming up for the Fall/Spring season by then!

You can pick one column and stick to it, the one that fits your own season or not; you can also do both columns if you have the chance (please, don't overwork yourself!), or cherry pick prompts according to what you like. You can do Summer's column all the way down and then switch and do "Folk Horror" instead of "Survival" for all you want! You can also interpret the prompts in any way you want, even stray away from Horror or Speculative fiction, except of course for the final two prompts, which are much more straightforward.

All fandoms and original works are welcome, same with pairings, alternate universes, and other content. All I will ask of you is to tag and warn accordingly: you may keep general au/tone/trope tags as vague as you wish, but please add warnings either before the text or in tags, even if it's only in the name of courtesy.

All that matters is that you can find something to get you creating, whether that's a written work, a little sketch, or even a mood board or playlist! Do an essay if you want!

There are no official minimums or maximums, but I can give some recommendations: min. 100 words for writing; min. a clean pencil sketch for art; min. 3 songs for a playlist; min. 3 images for a mood board; min. 1 picture for edits. Also, prompts can be combined freely. If you wish to use all of Winter's prompts in a single short story, go on ahead!

Tag the blog in any of your creations if you want me to reblog your post!

Challenge card made with Canva. Background picture source: photography by Sasha Matic at Unsplash.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

For anyone who is curious, Multi-May is totally happening again this year, I want to make it a tradition, it's important to me. So! This means, requests will be back open ONLY for ethical non-monogamy, polyamory and over all any relationship dynamics that are NOT monogamous. This starts now so I have time to start percolating and working on shit ahead of time to really make May POP!