#gonna go to bed and stare at this for more 10min

[delicatepointofview]

HARRY STYLES The One Show May 2017

[yeehawpim]

What's your process in making comics

And how do you make something so good with such a simple art style!? 🥺

(if this has been asked before could you send a link to the post?)

Alright so ive been sitting on this ask b/c I already know it's a long answer aflskdjf

Write dialogue/text down in my notes app Sometimes it's just me sitting there like hghghg as music plays and I stare at my phone for 10min. Usually it's 12am thinking about stuff while I'm in bed and I type some piece of dialogue down real quick. I'm nowhere near as comprehensive as comic script I've seen online that they give examples for, like there's no direction on what's happening in panels or anyth because it's just for myself and I just sort of remember composition ideas if I have them on the spot

Literally start drawing 😂 As previously said I sometimes go into comics with comp ideas already, like for this one I knew I was going to divide the page going in. Or like I know this is gonna be 4 panels and pretty static. Other stuff I fully wing it sentence to sentence because I can't bother with thumbnailing 😅 sometimes this bites me on the ass because I spend forever drawing smth I have to toss, but I've gotten better at doing stuff fast

I use photoshop, so for vertical comics I've been following this tutorial for years

Vertical comics are a lot easier to structure composition-wise for me, I started out making those because it was less intimidating

The red arrow is your eye direction as you read it. For me it's always the bottom of a page is one less boundary to worry about. You can be less precise if the reader is automatically drawn to looking down b/c they're scrolling and never sees a full page laid out. 😂 Also if I want to pace something slower/further down I don't have to worry about having to cram it in y'know?

This might be a weirdly specific thing to mention but I'm always thinking about it when I make comics because...

lol I gotta make up for being too lazy to spend more than 30 seconds drawing a character

jkjk but yeah my interests are more in slapping the story in my head on the page. I like doing compositions and writing stuff that interests me. I get tired when I spend too much time fiddling with stuff, so if I can get smth across with a rough estimation I'm happy. This does limit the type of stories that can be told cuz certain more rendered styles just work better when you're trying to convey certain things but! there's lots of things you can do drawing simply too!

there's defs more stuff out there that doesn't follow what I'm doing, lots of different styles. Eg American superhero comics are super text-heavy and boggle my mind. This is just what I like to do cuz I like reading way too much manga/webtoons lol

you don't have to be super technical to make comics! go out there and make one if you've got an idea!

if you want to of course haha

hope this explains my process a little (thank you for the compliment it means a lot 🤠🙏)

[takenbyheartstrings]

Project Parker | peter parker.

part one: IN YOUR EYES || series masterlist

[ enemies! peter parker x fem!reader || warnings. fluff & swearing, sexual innuendo || wc.  ]

a/n. WELCOME TO MY NEW SERIES <3 i hope you enjoy reading this!!

YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR desk in class as MJ wrote in her notebook. She looked over at you, as you looked over at Peter Parker to which she was having a staring contest with as he walked through the door, he flashed her a smirk, “Y/n! Looking great today, I just love it when people embrace their flaws.” He chuckles before going to sit down, you hold your foot out as the boy trips, looking at you with a slight fire to his gaze.

You chuckled, “Oops,” You pouted your lips giving him a sorry look, but it wasn’t true. You didn’t like Peter and he didn’t like you. You don’t know when you started hating Peter. Maybe it was when he started being better than you at certain things. When you got bumped down to second in the class?

Your teacher coughs trying to get the classes gaze away from you and Peter, “Okay, we’re doing a science project!” She smiles cheerily, “Now, this is going to be different this time, I’m partnering you up,” The whole class groans angrily.

“Don’t expect me to be lenient either, okay,” Miss Grundle claps her hands together, “Uh first up we have Flash Thompson and Ned Leeds.” Ned looks like he could just about shit himself.

“Michelle Jones and Harrison Osborn.” Harry smiles and winks as Michelle rolls her eyes even if she has the slightest of crushes.

The teacher reads through the rest of the names and then you notice that everyone has paired up except for you and one other person your eyes meet Peter’s like they did at the beginning of the class. “NO!” You practically scream, “No! No! NO!”

“Miss Grundle!” MJ speaks up, “It’s really not a good idea, she hates him and he hates her. I don’t know if you’ve picked up on that.”

Peter smirks, “Am I really that repulsive?” he asks nobody in-particular, “But if it’s any consultation, Miss Grundle, I say ‘No! No! NO!’ too.” He mocks your voice.

You roll your eyes, and open your mouth but Miss Grundle interrupts, “No, no’s.” She hisses, “You guys are partners, this is your problem now.”

The two of you had to discuss the project, but you sat there drawing and he sat there staring at the clock waiting for the godawful task to be over. But you couldn’t wait out the awkward silence anymore. The two of you had to discuss something otherwise the you would fail.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” you asked Peter suddenly.

His eyes went wide at your choice of words, “Woah! Okay, uh…” You chuckled at the way he was flustered.

“What? Can’t handle the word fuck?” You questioned him getting in close, whispering the word in his ear, “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.” You spoke as his cheeks went a deep crimson red.

“No, no! I just-” The poor boy cuts himself off, “Let’s just focus on the project. Did you have any ideas?”

You blew a raspberry and you rolled your eyes, “No.”

He grins, his smile full of that sarcasm that you just loved, “Keep rolling your eyes and maybe, just maybe you’ll find a brain back there. I can’t make any promises though,”

You go to roll your eyes once more, but you catch yourself in the act, “Whatever,” You mumbled, “Maybe we could take something simple and put a twist on it. I mean, it is science, we can mix whatever we want and make an explosion.”

Peter looks at you thoughtfully, “I don’t think that’s how it-”

The bell cuts him off and as he goes to continue what he was going to say, so does your voice, “Look, Parker, we’ll go to the library after school,”

The boy sighs, hating himself for what he’s about to offer, “Why don’t you come over?” He asks you, “My place is closer than the library. That’s like a forty minute walk, fifteen minute drive. Mine’s only a five minute walk away.”

You stand up and made your way toward the door, stopping before you could exit, “If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you’re trying to get me in bed.” And with that you finally left the room, leaving Peter to blush once more.

At the end of the day you met Peter by his locker, you got stares but you waved them off, he opened his locker and you were met with the sight of a little lego man, a whiteboard and a whole load of notebooks and like three backpacks. You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. You just observed. Peter finally shut his locker, and swung his backpack over his shoulder. He started walking and you took that as a signal to follow, your pink and white air max’s pressing onto the floor. The two of you didn’t speak on the way to his house, nor on the way up the stairs or as you walked into his room. It was odd seeing it. He had a bunk bed, you didn’t know what for since he was an only child.

Maybe for when Ned sleeps over? You thought to yourself.

He had multiple Star Wars posters on his walls and a desk covered in papers and notebooks and more backpacks were sat in next to it. How many backpacks does this kid have? What didn’t help you was the fact that they were all the same, same style, same colour. You didn’t speak on it though, if the kid collects backpacks, he collects backpacks.

Peter was sat on his desk chair and noticed you just standing there, doing nothing, but before he could say anything you took a seat on his plaid sheets. Looking around the room you made eye-contact with his things, his trinkets. His LEGO Star Wars figures. You had only ever talked to Peter in class so when you were in his room it made it seem all different and weird, you felt squirmy sitting in here. Like you couldn’t.

“So we should start on the project, right?” Peter questioned you.

“Uh,” Was the only thing that came out of your mouth. You looked over at the door and picked up your black and white backpack and stormed out of his apartment. You didn’t know what was happening you but you couldn’t sit in there anymore. You couldn’t deal with looking at Peters things, the things that make him more than someone you just made snarky and mean remarks to.

Peter followed you down the stairs, “Y/N WHERE ARE YOU GOING WE NEED TO DO THE PROJECT.” By the time he made it down the stairs he saw you sitting next to the stairs in front of his building. Your head in your knees.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, you didn’t know what to say to him and he didn’t know what to do. So he sat down next to you and put his hand on your shoulder, and he expected you to shrug it off - but you didn’t.

“I’m sorry.” You speak, and he looks sort of surprised, he never expected you to ever say it. The girl who had picked on him for so long even when he started picking on her back, “Look, I’ve just- I- I never,” You didn’t know how to speak, “I was always jealous of you. You get good grades, you’re cute, you always know what to say, have the right answers. You’re just perfect.”

“Did you just call me, cute?” Peter laughed, and you whacked him softly.

“Shut up,” You smiled softly.

He returned the soft grin, “I could say the same thing,” Your grin got slightly wider, as you looked down at your hands. “Let’s truce.” Peter speaks up.

“Really?” You questioned him, “Don’t you hate me?”

“Look, Y/N, you’ve never been anything but rude, or mean, or snarky. But, I never actually hated you.” Peter talks, “Everything you said about me, I could say about you - I think the reason we always hated each other was because of everything that we have in common, so let’s think about what we don’t have in common and go from there, maybe we can actually be friends.”

“Okay,” You smiled, “Let’s be friends.” You stood up, “So let’s think of this as our project first and then we can do the actual project. We’ve got weeks.”

“That’s probably cause the project is supposed to take weeks.” Peter retorts.

“Shut up, Parker!” You laughed.

When the two of you got back up to Peter’s room, you took a seat on his bed once more, all of a sudden it wasn’t scary anymore. It didn’t seem like the world was closing in around you as you looked around.

“So let’s start, clearly, your favourite movie is Star Wars - mine is Now You See Me, there’s something about hot magicians that turns me on. Does Leia do the same to you or?” You comment with a smirk.

Peter’s eyes go wide at your comment, “I- uh- I’m-”

“Relax, Parker, I’m kidding.” You lay back on his plaid sheets, smiling up at the ceiling.

You and Peter start brainstorming ideas of what you could do, building off of what you had said earlier, something simple with a twist on it. It seemed like a good plan, but simplicity is often the hardest thing to do. You sighed as you looked up at the wood planks of the bunk bed, you don’t catch it but your eyes start to close, until they do and you doze off, falling asleep. You hadn’t noticed it but night had fallen over New York, and then you woke up, Peter nowhere to be found. You were still in your clothes from the school day, but your hair was fucked up and there was mascara and lipgloss smudged on your face, a blanket was over you though, a blanket that wasn’t there earlier. However, your breath tasted foul.

You stood up feeling slightly lightheaded as you saw the texts from your mother on your phone from not too long ago, 10mins it read next to her name, so you clicked on the contact and called her.

“Hey mum, sorry I’ll be home soon I just fell asleep at MJ’s is all.” You explained, you didn’t want to tell your mum you were at a boy’s place. Especially Peter’s, after you talk your mouth off about how much you hated him.

Your mum lets out a sigh of relief, “Okay good, I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.” You can hear her smile through the phone.

You picked up your black and white backpack for the second time that evening, walking out the door to be met with a lady with large frames on her eyes, “Who are you?” She asks, “I knew Peter told me he had someone over, now I know why he wouldn’t tell me who.”

“My names Y/N,” You told her almost regretting it when her jaw dropped.

“OH MY GOD, no way, you’re the last person I expected to see here, Peter never shuts up about how much he hates you, honestly, I think he has a crush on you. I’m also his aunt May by the way,”

You laugh at her rambling, “Well, I’m the last person I’d expect to see here too, but Miss Grundle put us together for a project.” May nodded, “Speaking of Peter where is he? I wanna say bye before I leave.”

She tenses a little, but then relax’s, “He’s at the store buying us a chicken, because I can’t cook to save my life.” She smiles, “You’re welcome to stay.” She offers but you shake your head.

“My mum is expecting me home, so I’ve gotta go, but thank you.” You smile kindly.

“Well, maybe next time then,” She returns a smile.

“Yeah, next time.” You walk out of the apartment, closing the door behind you, you didn’t know why you felt so happy but you did.

You and Peter Parker were friends and you were happy about it.

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Undercover - Chapter 1

Story Warnings: Smut, rape, mention of suicide, murder, domestic abuse, sexual assault, mention of abortion, addiction, torture, kidnapping.

Just a mention that these are serious topics and are not promoting anything and those topics are specifically for character development....

Chapter Selection

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I walk into the building and feel a rush of cool air. Dammit I wish I brought a sweater. When I walk into the office I get called by a man wearing a black suit with a red tie, 

"Agent y/l?" I turned my head and walk over to the man that called my name; my Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. "Yes?" 

"Can I see you in my office." He asked in a clam stern voice. I walked up to his door and walked inside.

He gestured for me to take a seat. "I see that you have a degree in criminology and criminal psychology."

"Yes sir." I started to rub my thump over my fingers. "Why the BAU", I couldn't read the emotions on his face. He was like stone. "I've always been interested in criminals and their behavior the why was the question I constantly asked myself when I'd see or read a story of a crime." 

He doesn't say anything he just looks. His brows furrowed with his eyes focused on my body language.

"Okay", Hotch stands up and holds out his hand. I follow his movements and shook his hand. He walks out from behind his desk and walks to the railing outside. "I'd like to introduce you to Agent y/n y/l."

A crowd of 6 people came around from all over the bullpen. Hotch pointed to all the people; "This is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, and Penelope Garcia,"

We all made conversation about how it was at the BAU and the types of cases they had gotten in the past. They were quick to disperse having paperwork to do. Hotch showed me to my desk and Garcia helped me get familiar with the system. 

"Hey you need some help." Morgan approached me. "I'm already in the system and I have nothing to work on." He looks a me. 

"I can show you around the building if you want; I'm already done my paperwork and I don't get off till 5 so." I shrug I've got nothing better to do. 

JJ walked into the bullpen with a file at hand, "We've got a case." Everyone files to the round table taking a seat. Emily looks around taking notice at y/n and Morgan's absence, "Where's y/n and Morgan." 

"He took her on a tour of the building, he was done his work." Reid says. 

Me and Morgan were walking back into the bullpen when we notice everyone at the round table.

Hotch gave Morgan a disappointing look and showed me no emotion. "Don't be late. Garica." He wanted her to start. 

Garcia starts ,"16 yr old Julia Martin went missing in Georgetown, Delaware Tuesday night at 10:32pm. She goes to Sussex Central High School, she is a sophomore and keeps to herself, she has a few close friends. She doesn't go out very often." 

Now it's common knowledge that with cases like these it's time sensitive. "Wheels up in 30", We all head out to get our go bags, getting into the SUVs and heading to the jet.

We start to go over the case again. Hotch starts, "Prentiss, Morgan and I will go to the police station to set up, Reid and JJ go talk to the family. 

Y/N you're with Rossi I want you guys to go to the school and talk to her teachers and friends."

The plane lands and we all get into the cars.

Rossi gets into the driver's seat. "So how do you like it so far." He continues to look at the road. 

"It's great I've always wanted to be in the BAU since I was a kid." I look at Rossi, "Is Hotch always so serious?" He glances at me, "Most of the time but he'll warm up to you."

The rest of the car ride is filled with small conversation. 

We get to the school and walk and start talking to her teachers. I asked "What was Julia like in class? Did she talk to anybody that she usually didn't and how were her grades?"

"She didn't really talk to anyone other than a few of her friends. I would try and help her to talk but she would end up doing the work independently even with a group and she would do all the work and as for her grades they were great. She was an A, B student for the most part."

The rest of the teachers said the same thing as the first. 

"Okay so if nothing was going on at school and there were no suspicious people hanging around then they must have grabbed her at home."

 I told Rossi as we walked back to the car. Someone caught our attention. There was a boy leaning against our car. 

"Can we help you", Rossi asked. "I might know what happened to Julia, she was talking to this guy online... she might have mentioned that she was gonna meet up with him." 

"Can you come by the station later we're gonna need to talk to you", I said and he agreed. 

We drive back to the police station and the rest of the team is there. "So apparently Julia was talking to someone online and her friend thinks that's who might have taken her." Rossi says. 

"And she's never met this guy. He doesn't even go to the same school according to her friend" I continue, "The friend's name is Kevin Philips and he's coming by tomorrow."

"Okay everyone we have a long day tomorrow let's get some rest." Hotch tells the team.

We go outside to the cars and drive over to the hotel. "There were only four rooms left so we're gonna need to share.

 JJ and Emily I'm assuming you two are gonna share, Morgan and I will share so that leaves Hotch and y/n." Hotch stares at Rossi

"So you just get a room to yourself?" "Exactly." He walked off going to his room. 

Of course.. "Are you ok with that, you can just share a room with JJ and I." 

"No really it's fine." It wasn't fine. It was my first case and I sharing a room with my boss. Not just my boss but someone I found attractive. 

Hotch grabs the key and we walk to the room. He walks in, drops his stuff on the chair and I just look at him then the bed. "What is it?"

"Um there's only one bed."

He looks at the bed and then the floor. "If it bothers you I can sleep on the floor I dont mind." 

"No, it's ok, it's a large bed." He then turns around, grabs a towel and hops into the shower. I heat up our leftovers from lunch; I know he hasn’t eaten since this afternoon. 

I put on some music and I start to change into a black crop top and grey sweatpants when he walks out of the bathroom. 

I don't notice him at first but I can feel his eyes traveling up my body. I turned around and he's looking at me and I was staring at him. 

He was buff, not ripped, but perfectly toned. You could clearly tell he had abs and a V line that went straight to..... I hadn't put on my clothes yet I was only in a black lace bra and some matching underwear.

He kept staring and I was too lost in thought to do anything about it. "I'm sorry", and he turned around and walked back into the bathroom out of embarrassment. "It's ok Hotch really." 

"You sure." "Yes I'm sure." He walked back out with just the towel when I finished changing. While I was eating at one of the desks. 

There was a mirror in front of me and I could see him perfectly. While I was chewing I could hear a faint voice. "y/n...y/n" I snapped to look up at his eyes through the mirror. 

"Uhh you were staring." I didn't answer but I didn't have too. The brush rose to my cheeks and he could tell.

"You made my food?", "Yeah i knew you hadn't eaten so I figured."

Once I finished I turned off most of the lights as Hotch was still awake; I crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

Aaron POV

I finished up eating the food she made me. I noticed the music she had on was still playing, the song was Brian Crain - Earth. 

She was already sleeping...she looked so beautiful and peaceful. I turned off the music and crawled into bed. She didn't move and I went to sleep. 

I woke up at 2am and her arms wrapped around my torso. Her head was laying on my chest; I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw the sweat through my shirt so I took it off.

I went back into bed and right as I put one foot in she grabs my hand and pulls me toward her.

I'm now laying next to her with my arm wrapped around her back with my hand on her waist. She pulls me closer to her, puts her head back on my chest, and put a hand at the base of my neck. 

"Where'd you go", she whispered into my ear. I got chills that ran up and down my spine.

"I had to go for a second but I'm back now", my voice was soft and low almost a whisper as I didn't wanna wake her even more. It was nice, I did like her. 

She nestles her head in the crook of my neck. I felt her breath on my body. We both just drift in each other's arms.

She's just so beautiful... everything about her. The dips and curves of her body to the sound of her voice.

I notice something though, the scars running down her back. Like someone had dragged a knife down it.

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I woke up first again this time; it was 6am. I didn't wanna wake y/n so I just stayed in bed laying down looking at her. 

This time she wasn't holding me, she was almost on top of me; I could feel her heart beat at a steady pace. Her legs were on mine, her face nestled into my chest and her arms around my body. 

I put my hands on her holding her close. After about 10min she started to open her eyes. "Hey", I said with a soft tone. Surprisingly she looked at me and didn't visibly freak out but her heart rate was picking up, she closed her eyes and tightened her grip. 

"How'd you sleep", I asked her and she looked down at my chest. "It was good", She said lazily. Y/N let out a loud sigh and got up into the bathroom. 

The heat that was next to me started to fade away as her side of the bed got cold. I heard the shower turn on when I went to get some food. 

When I came back she was out of the shower and dressed. "I got you some coffee." She took it from my hand and waited for me to get ready for work.

Y/N POV

Oh my god, I was sleeping on my boss....all night. I enjoyed it- he didn't get up when he saw me. Did he enjoy it too?

I get out of the shower and Hotch is gone. I started to get changed; I put on a white dress shirt and a black slacks with black heels. I hear someone knock at the door. 

It was Hotch holding some coffee and two muffins. "I got you some coffee." He said holding it out.

I start eating my food and he started asking me questions. "So what made you wanna join the FBI?", that was one question I didn't really wanna answer right now. 

"It was my sister for the most part but also the fact that basically my whole family was involved in the government."

"Why your sister?", He looked at me studying seeing how I was reacting. When he asked that question my heart sank into my stomach. "She-", I was trying not to cry; I took a big gulp. 

"She was murdered when I was teenager, I was the one who found the body...It was a long time ago but it still hurts", tears started to fill my eyes and my face was getting red. I looked up for a moment trying to blink the tears away. 

There was a flash of regret in his eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get upset." 

"No it's okay you didn't know." I was trying to hold it together clearly it wasn't working when he walked over to me, he put his arms around my waist and back and hugged me. 

I was caught off guard by the sign of affection but I put my arms around him and hugged him tight. 

"it's okay, I'm sorry." A few tears managed to escape from my eyes; they rolled down my face they were absorbed by his shirt. He cupped my face and wanted me to look at him. 

He didn't say anything, he used his thumb to wipe the tears that were still falling from my face and hugged me again.

I started to calm down in his arms listening to his breathing. I felt protected, secure, and warm. Being in his embrace was like a shield; nothing else mattered. 

Time skip

While waiting for Kevin to get here we all are gathered around talking. I walked over to Reid; he has his nose buried in a book, "Hey." He looked up at me. "Hey", "How's it going." I was getting a little nervous running my thumb along my other fingers. 

He seemed to notice when his face softened a bit. "Good"

"Look I'm sorry in advance I'm not really good with conversation." I said as he stood up from the chair. "It's okay neither am I, I always worry if I'm saying too much or saying the wrong thing." 

Knowing there was someone else on the team that was also awkward it was comforting. "Well since we'll be working together a lot how about when we finish this we go get a cup of coffee." 

His shoulders eased and his eyes lit up. "Yeah I'd like that." I can tell the corners of his mouth were turning up and his cheeks were slightly pink. 

Reid sat back down when I walked away he looked slightly disappointed but resumed reading. I was about to talk to Morgan but Kevin walked into the station. 

JJ walked up to him, "Kevin?" He nodded. "Follow me", JJ brought him to a back office and sat him down. "Before Julia left did she say anything to you."

Kevin started, "I might be her best friend but she didn't tell me much only that she'd been talking to him for a few months and that he wanted to meet up with her. She said his name was Danny. He went to another high school but she didn't say which one, he was 17, and lived near Middletown or New Castle; I don't remember which. If it were up to her she wouldn't have told me at all, I was bugging her about it and she finally let it out." 

Morgan called Garcia, "Hey baby girl, Do you think you can trace her phone?", then Garcia started talking "Honey if you don't think I can do that then your in for a surprise on what I can do." Morgan laughed. He's obviously the flirty one. 

"Her phone is off best I can do is get the last known location....and that is in...New Castle Glasgow Park, its roughly an hour and 30 away." "Alright thanks babygirl"

"I'll call you back if it goes online." She ended the phone call and told the team.

Reid looked at Hotch, Morgan and I. "Either that's where they took her or she really didn't wanna get caught", I stated. 

"Y/N and I will drive up there." Hotch glances at me and nodded his head towards the door. 

The drive with Hotch was nice. We talked and I learned he had a brother in New York that works as a chef. His dad was a lawyer and his mom was a nurse. He likes dogs, Bon Jovi, and the beatles. 

I told him more about my sister, how my mom was a Marine and my dad was a detective. I told him I liked the beatles, cold weather, and Elvis. 

When we got to the park we noticed there was no one there, it was silent and secluded. "Walk with me", I tugged his hand gesturing to follow me. "Were on a case", "I know were just looking around." 

His eyes looked down at my hand on his, I let go and my cheeks blushed, he took notice; the corners of his mouth turning upwards. There was no one else on the trail.

Trees surrounding the majority of the area. "What did you do.. ya know before this." As we were walking he averted his gaze from the ground to me. "Before the FBI?" I turned slightly. "Yeah", "I was a prosecutor." 

I slowed my steps, "Why'd you stop, you were still putting the criminals away. Why'd you lose interest." He smiled a bit when he looked to the side to see me already looking at him. 

"I don't know, I guess it was because I was tried of it. When those cases came to me they had already committed the crime. I guess I thought I wasn't doing enough. I wanted to get them before those cases reached my desk." 

We were approaching some of the wooded pathways that broke of in two directions.

That's when we stopped, I walked in front of him and kept my eyes of the ground before looking up. 

"Well sir congrats you were successful. I mean think of how many lives you've saved based on that one decision you made." His eyes softened and his face eased his shoulders dropped, he was relaxed. 

"What's that", he points to the ground in front of one of the gates by the woods. I bend down and grabbed it, "It's a phone. Still has power, no password." 

Hotch calls Garcia, "Hello sir what can I do you for." "Can you run a number for me...302-555-4276." After a few seconds and the sound of typing she speaks. 

"The number is registered to a.. Julia Martin. Sir, that's her phone" Hotch ends the call. 

"The phone was in front of the woods if you were taking someone to a public park to meet with them the woods would be an easy exit", He states. 

Hotch gestures me to continue walking into the woods I look at him then the woods. "No you're going first", I put my hands up and he stares down and chuckles. "You scared?", I shrug and grin, "Maybe."

"Think about it in the movies where do the people go missing" I pause before continuing, "the woods and I'm not gonna be one of those people." 

While he's stiffing a laugh I follow behind him. It's starting to get dark so we pick up the pace. We go on for 2 miles before I stop him, "Right there", I point to a broken house at a clearing.

I remove my gun, he takes the back while I stay in the front with my gun raised. 

I hear Hotchs footsteps through the house, I walk in the front door; seeing nothing but broken chairs, torn wallpaper, and rotting wood. He signals me to go upstairs. 

The floor creaking below me feeling like it's going to fall any second. I get to the top and check the rooms. There's a chair in the middle of the room, blood on the walls and clothes covering the floor but they are worn and discolored. They've been for awhile. 

As I go back downstairs I fall through into the basement, "Fuck!". "Y/N what happened, are you okay." "I'm fine", I say strained. I slammed my back on the concrete knocking the wind out of me. 

I hear something moving in the room with me. "Hotch there's something down here." I call out to him yelling in a whisper. 

[letsfluxshitup]

As a Big Q n Techno friendship fan I am feeling utterly invigorated omg

It rly does speak for ur talent w/ dynamics that Quackity n Techno ACTUALLY end up interacting, even if it is under. Less than ideal circumstances. This has does nothing 2 make me have less brainrot though :,] I want you to know that smtms I just go onto your blog 2 stare at hc posts for them that I’ve read like 20 times dmndndn it’s great ur great

The question is tho: How are YOU feeling abt it, MrZ Flux?

- Saturn 🪐

krdjsfldkslfdsjl ilysm;;; i also go back and read stuff youve sent me bc i love it a Whole Lot!! also i am incredibly bad at interacting with ppl in a like, social setting. but analyzing dynamics? thats my Shit,,, i still think its invredibly funny that a while ago i was like “if ethos gonna interact with any one in dream smp itll be playing among us” and then he did an among us in minecraft stream with fundy and some others aksjdfkldsjlksdfjdlksjf

i am. absolutely delighted kasljdfjslsdjfs;;;; i have. Ideas. For a drawing.

god im just! thinking abt how earlier i was talking abt how techno has more physical prowess but quackitys more talk based;;; and how quackity knew he couldnt beat techno in a fight (”do you guys have beds to set our spawn?”) and how he almost instantly went towards smth he knew techno cared about (”quackity if i come back and carl isnt in the exact square i left him-”).

techno trying to explain hes a changed man but quackity insisting he has to pay for what he’s done, and quackity is insistent (”you blew up our country”), and techno can only use his words for so long (”please dont make me kill all of you, please just leave”), this is a losing battle with them and techno hates losing

quackity threatens carl, he disarms techno, demanding he drop his armor and weapons but he still keeps his distance, and still tries to keep the upper ground conversation wise, (”tubbo stop apologizing to him-”) and idk!

i really adore how when push comes to shove quackity stops using his words (”this is not trial technoblade” “its an execution!”) and then he fails

and he follows techno into the tunnel, fights him, and he fails

i also really adore quackity realizing dream helped techno survive and escape and decided that going after dream would somehow be easier? that it cant be a simple murder it has to be dramatic and meaningful? and then he can go after his ultimate goal, killing technoblade.

hmmmmmmmm;;;; idk how this would intersect with other storylines but smth i think that could be interesting and a sort of history repeats itself moment is quackity & co teaming up with techno&co to take down dream, bc like, common enemy? and then when dreams Taken Care Of quackity can go for techno, using him again, and im ALSO thinking about techno alluding to icarus when talking about quackity and im just MANY THOUGHTS HEAD FULL

i didnt watch the entirety of quacks stream, i jumped to tommys when tommy started streaming bc i needed to know about raccooninnit but i think he stopped shortly after tommy started bc he raided him??? idk laskfjdflksdjflksj lmk if theres anything important in that last like 10min or whatever it was i wasnt really paying attention lakfjlkdsjlskdjflsdkfj

anyways time to rewatch that tunnel bit from technos perspective lkajsdflksjflkasjf

[copias-thrall]

Hey, I love your writing! If you’re taking requests, I was wondering how you think Mary Goore would be like in bed with a female (or trans male) S/O who’s on their period? Since the boy likes blood so much...😝 but if that makes you uncomfortable and you don’t want to write it I totally understand! I hope you have a lovely day! ❤️

Aww, thanks, sweet anon! It doesn’t make me uncomfortable—apologies for taking so long to get to your ask!

Mary loves blood AND he has a fluid kink—your period isn’t going to phase him one bit. In fact, you’ll probably have to stop him from going to town if you’re sore and uncomfortable and don’t want his attentions down there.

The first time, you’d put in a tampon, but he’d just tugged it out—why would you deprive him of the good stuff?! He’s not going to slurp up your bloody discharge, mind you … but he’d rather have the taste of you—metallic or otherwise—unfiltered as he eats you out, and he loves seeing his mouth and chin smeared with your blood afterwards.

Be prepared, because he will try to kiss you as is. (If it squicks you out, he loves trolling you; if you’re into it—even better!)

In terms of fucking, he almost prefers it. If you’re up for it, he loves the extra wet squish as he fucks you. Who needs lube when there’s your blood to ease the way? Plus, you’re extra sensitive down there during this time, and he’s always ready to make you cum hard. You know he’s into blood and gore and guts, and period viscera is no exception—he loves seeing your clots cling to his dick and mat in his pubic hair. In fact, he wants his curls as wet with your blood as possible so he can rub it in and spread it around. 

Don’t think too hard about why he’s thrilled to be covered in your blood.

You stopped warning him of your flow ages ago—he has his own tracker for your cycle, and he’ll crawl through your window if he has to, to get at that good shit.

He finds you writhing from the cramps, but he knows how to make you feel better. He climbs into bed with you, his hand traveling down to your folds. You’re already bleeding heavily, your thighs coated, but Mary wants you even juicier. He circles your already-sensitive clit, and you jerk at the shock of his touch. If you don’t want him shoving 2 fingers into you, tell him now!—he’ll slip them in, then pull them out so he can stare at the way his 2 digits slide against each other with your blood.

Mary can be pretty mercurial about sex—sometimes it’s all about his dick and how fast he can use your body to get off; other times it seems a point of pride to get you off as much as possible. You at your most sensitive is definitely the latter. You’re whining from the period pain, but also now from the intense throb Mary is eking out of your clit with his clever fingers.

“I heard orgasms can ease cramps,” he breaths into your ear. “Let’s see how many it takes.”

You’re definitely torn: on one hand, all you want to do is be left in peace to bleed quietly; on the other—you know that if you can bear the oversensitivity, you could gain at least 10min of respite. It’s a painful sort of pleasure—more an easing of pain than good feelings. Mary revels in how you jerk and squirm against him as he brings you to climax again and again, your blood and slick mixing to coating both you and his hand. 

Once you’re panting and a mite more relaxed, that’s when Mary makes his move. There's still a dull discomfort, but the unrelenting throb has eased somewhat, and now you’re soft and open. Mary kicks off his jeans—he wants to make sure his thighs get coated. His dick has been hard since he saw your blood on his fingers, and now he coats it with your bloody slick before sliding it into you.

Usually he’s one to get to pounding into you right away, but now his back bows and his eyes close in a rapturous expression, a smile on his lips. You’re feeling gross and bloated, but at least you can always count on Mary to make you feel desirable. You moan and clench involuntarily around him, causing him to dig his grimy fingernails into your sides before he starts thrusting into you. 

He goes slowly at first, almost pulling all the way out before diving back in up to the hilt. After the first couple pumps, he looks down to where his dick is disappearing into your body and lets out a pleased grunt. It’s almost like you don’t exist while he’s watching, enthralled, as your bloody mucus coats his dick. He’s still Mary, though, so it’s not too long before he starts to speed up, his hips slapping hard into your body.

“Mary,” you whine. You’re still pretty sore.

“Fuck. But you feel good.”

“Not so hard.”

Mary grumbles, but stops pounding into you at least. Now instead of deep, hard pounds, he’s fucking you with short, quick thrusts. His eyes are once again drawn to where his cock joins you.

“If I press down on your stomach, do you think more will squirt out of you?”

“Do you want to lose your dick?”

“You’re no fucking fun. Oh shit , but you’re slick.”

He’s panting at the strain of not letting go like he usually does, but you can feel his cock beginning to harden further. You glance down and muse that he already looks like he’s lost his dick with how much of your blood is now on his pelvis and upper thighs.

“You look like you’re covered in gore,” you say.

Mary moans, his fingers digging deeper.

“Fuck. I’m gonna bust in you.”

His hips stutter, and then he’s giving a sharp thrust into you with a hissed Shit fuck. You try not to laugh at his “O Face” as his hips jerk and twitch into you. He stays frozen like that for a minute—hands grasping, mouth gaping—before he falls off you to the side. Chest heaving, he lies for a moment with his arm over his eyes before he looks down at himself—from his hips down to the tips of his thighs, he’s covered in bloody mucus and clots. Reverently, he runs his fingertips through the mess, smearing it this way and that to his liking.

“Satisfied?” you ask wryly.

He looks back and you and grins wolfishly.

“I’m not leaving here until I can see my jizz mixed into what’s leaking out of you.”

His hand travels back down to in between your folds. 

“But I bet I can make you cum a few more times first.”

[thcmpscn]

another chat brought to you by yours truly. enjoy 🌹 

&. meston fight! context: the aftermath of this.

PRESTON

Ven slams her bedroom’s door and Preston sighs, taking Mona’s phone before shutting the tv off and making his way into their room. Closing the door behind him. “Ramona!”

MONA

is jolted awake by the sound of a door slamming, looks to preston, confused “Hey, baby. What’s going on?”

PRESTON

furrows brows and throws her the phone. “Venecia went through your phone.” pauses “What’s wrong with you, Ramona? It’s been seven years.”

MONA

is suddenly fully awake, chuckles dryly “Of course she did.” sits up in the bed, pulls her knees up to her chest, is silent for a few seconds “I don’t know what to say.”

PRESTON

keeps his voice low, making sure ven couldn’t hear him. “You have absolutely nothing to say to me? - I haven’t read the messages, by the way.”

MONA

sighs, crosses her arms over her chest “Well you’re already mad at me. If I try to explain myself, you’re gonna get even madder.”  picks up the phone and holds it out to him “Read if you want.”

PRESTON

takes a deep breath and takes the phone from her hand and taking a seat next to her, going through the mssgs for a solid 10mins before tossing her the phone again. “You’re in love with him, he’s not in love with you, what’s new? This is how it’s been since the day we met.”

MONA

is on edge the entire time he reads, fidgeting and tapping her fingers, jumps when he tosses the phone, surprised “I guess nothing’s new.”

PRESTON

“Are you ever going to wake up from your little fantasy?” furrows brows at her. “How many times does Fabian gotta reject you for you to understand that man wants nothing to do with you? How many instagram posts he needa make with his wife for you to understand he’s moved on?”

MONA

clenches jaw, is hurt but knows she has no right to be, is quiet for a while “She’s not his wife... And I’ve moved on also.” glances at him for a second before looking away again “Obviously.”

PRESTON

“Maybe she don’t got a ring on his finger but that’s not a girlfriend, that’s a wife. They share a house, a life, that’s not a girlfriend. - Just like you ain’t my girlfriend but still feel the need to act like a kid and go behind my back and tell your ex you love him even though he’s been over you for over seven years.”

MONA

sits silently, stares ahead “You can tell me that I’m in the wrong here without attacking me, you know? Like you don’t have to rub in that he doesn’t feel the same way. I get that.” sighs, turns to face him entirely, places her hand on his “I just.. I don’t know. I needed closure, okay?”

PRESTON

“It is what it is, Ramona.” shrugs, pushing her hands away. “I’m tired of this, it’s been way too long and you still pulling the same exact shit you used to pull and I’m not gonna deal with it this time. I’m way too old for this shit.” stands, shaking his head and exhaling deeply.

MONA

“Are you serious right now, Preston?” quickly stands, blocks his way in case he tries to leave “I put up with you doing literally whatever you want and I can’t send some text messages without you declaring that this is it?” pauses for a second “No. We’re gonna talk about this. We’re gonna talk about all of it. Including you and all the other women.”

PRESTON

“Whatever I do don’t involve getting in my feelings with any other hoe’.” shakes head, walks past her. “It don’t involve me telling them I wish I would’ve left you to go with them.”

MONA

scoffs “Another hoe? Does that make me the first hoe?” rolls eyes, crosses arms over her chest, basically whispers when she remembers that ven is probably listening “Can we just both admit that we’ve both done bad things, but they’re not reason enough to ruin what we have?”

PRESTON

“Not what I said but you’re free to take that as you want.” walks over to his side of the closet. “I’ve done bad things and I admit to that but I can’t be with someone who’s with me when her heart’s somewhere else. Not anymore.”

MONA

“Preston, please stop.” runs over to block him again, places her hands on his shoulders, looks into his eyes “Please.”

PRESTON

turns to face her, sighing. “What can we possibly do or try that we haven’t done or tried already?”

MONA

tears up but does her best to not cry “I don’t know.” sniffles “I really don’t know, but it was really just closure, P. I promise that’s all I was trying to do.” steps even closer to him, rests a hand on his cheek “I love you too, okay? I wouldn’t still be here, 7 whole years later, if I didn’t. This can’t be it for us.”

PRESTON

exhales deeply, shaking his head and gently moving her hand away. “He gave you closure but had he replied any different and offered you a life with him, you wouldn’t be here having this conversation with me right now.”

MONA

is unable to stop a couple of tears from falling “Why don’t you believe me?” holds on tightly to his hand “I love you.”

PRESTON

sighs. “Babygirl, you only love me because he don’t love you.” furrows brows. “You don’t think it pains me knowing you love another man?”

MONA

“I promise that’s not true.” cries some more, still holds onto his hand “And I know it must pain you. It’s probably the same type of pain I feel when you come home smelling like other women, too drunk to even give me straight answers as to where you spend so much of your time.” sniffles “But I ignore all of that. Because I love you and I love us. I was just distracted, okay? Like momentarily distracted and nothing was ever supposed to come out of those messages.”

PRESTON

shakes head at the mention of other women and sighs. “I’m struggling, Ramona. Feeling like an outsider in your own home for seven full years is tough, I gotta cope somehow.” furrows brows, shaking his head again and letting go of her hands. “Just... stop, you’re doing too much.” walks back to the bed. “They only reason I’m not leaving this place tonight is Venecia; I don’t want her to know her games worked and she won.”

MONA

wants to roll her eyes bc that ain’t an excuse but resists, cries even harder when he lets go, follows him obvs “Her games!? She’s a kid Preston. I’m certain her intentions weren’t bad...” sniffles “Is that really the only reason your staying?” reaches out for his hand again

PRESTON

“She knows what she’s doing.” shakes head, pushes her hands again. “Girl, you’re doing too much, stop tryna touch me.” rolls eyes and shaking his head. “I don’t have any other reasons to stay, not at the moment.”

MONA

takes a step back from him, attempts to get herself together “If a 7 year old is the only reason why you’re staying right now, then just go.” wipes her tears away, hoping that no more fall

PRESTON

shakes head, settling into bed. “No, I’m gonna stay and whenever we’re in front of her we’re gonna pretend none of this happened.”

MONA

shakes head, suddenly angry “No. I don’t want you to stay with me just to make a point to my daughter. Go.” grabs his arm and tries to pull him out of the bed “Leave!”

PRESTON

furrows brows at her and gets even angrier when she starts pulling him, roughly jerking his arms to free himself from her grip. “What the fuck are you doing?” gives her a look. “Stop playing and sit down.”

MONA

immediately let’s go, bursts into an entirely new round of tears, dramatically falls to ground and just sits and cries

PRESTON

“For fucks sake, Ramona.” shakes head, looking down at her. “Get off the floor and stop acting like Venecia.”

MONA

totally ignores him, tries to get her crying under control but truly can’t

PRESTON

shakes head, truly annoyed st her reaction. “You do too much.”

MONA

continues to ignore him, highkey waiting for him to just leave if he’s not trying to be nice

PRESTON

takes his shirt off and shakes his head, groaning at how absurd she’s being. “Goodnight, Ramona.” settles on his side of the bed and lays on his side with his back to her.

MONA

cries harder, stays put for like 10 more minutes before eventually standing up, grabbing her phone, and moving to sit out on the couch

PRESTON

ignores her and does his best to fall asleep, eventually succeeding.

[wdwimagine]

concerts - CB.

pairings: reader x corbyn besson

warnings? lol no.

summary: your best friend, corbyn, was back in town from LA, and when you thought you couldn’t hang out the plans change.

requested? nah.

“He’s back!” I said excitedly to my mom. “Corbyn’s finally back in town!”

“That’s great, sweetie.” She replied. “Are you going to go and visit him?”

“Yeah.” I replied with a huge grin on my face. I hadn’t seen my best friend - and my lowkey crush - for the longest time. Five months to exact, and now he was finally back in Virginia and I couldn’t wait to see him. “Ashley said to go round in like an hour to see him.”

My mom nodded her head in reply, informing to tell her when we were leaving so she could drop me off at his house. I nodded my head in reply, running to my room. I was nervous to say the least, I’ve known Corbyn since we were about six years old and now that I sort of fancied him it definitely made it a lot harder for me. And add the fact that he moved to LA to do what he loves, be a successful musician.

—

An hour later and my mother had dropped me off outside of the Besson house. I ran up the path and knocked on the door excitedly. I almost cried when I saw my favourite fake blonde answer the door, the two of us wrapping our arms around each other.

“Hi.” He mumbled into my neck, holding me tightly.

“Hi.” I replied. Although I didn’t get too see much of him, I already knew that he had grown ever so slightly and he smelt so good. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He replied pulling back from our hug. The two of us stared at each other, trying to look at any differences that might’ve occurred. “Have you shrunk?”

“Really?” I asked with a straight face. “You don’t see me for five months and that’s all you have to say to me?”

“What?” He laughed. “You have shrunk.”

“Or maybe you’ve grown.” I replied placing my hand on my hip. He laughed once again, making me grin. His laugh was one of my favourite things about him and god did I miss it.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “But you still look as beautiful as ever, (Y/N).”

“Thank you.” I smiled, trying not to blush but I failed.

—

“So what are we gonna do tomorrow night? Go out to eat?” I asked Corbyn. It was a few hours later and we had hung out in his room, catching up with each other. But I mostly sat on his bed watching him play video games. I suggested to go out tomorrow night because I knew that him and his family do something on the first night he comes back.

“I can’t do tomorrow night.” He replied still playing his game. “I can do tomorrow afternoon though.”

“Why can’t you do tomorrow? I’m going shopping with my mom in the afternoon tomorrow so I’m busy.”

“I’m going to a concert with Ashley.” He replied, pausing his game to turn and look at me. I sighed in response. I knew I was being selfish by asking him to spend so much time with me but I just really wanted to try and do all the things we did before he left.

“That’s fine then.” I replied. “When do you go back to LA?”

“In a week.” He responded. “We can go out the day after tomorrow?” He suggested. I nodded my head in response.

“It’s a plan.” I replied with a grin on my face.

—

I was home alone the next day, my parents thought that I was going to go out with Corbyn tonight so they made plans. But obviously my plans back fired and welp here I am alone. I thought tonight would be the perfect night to binge watch some movies and eat absolute crap. Not that I was sad or anything but just because that was what I was in the mood to do.

I was watching an episode of Gossip Girl, eating some cookies, looking like crap and honestly living my best life when my phone went off.

FROM: corbs💕

i’ll be at yours in like 10mins. be ready.

I looked at the text confused but still paused my show and went to the bathroom to clean myself up a little bit. I put my hair up into a messy bun, cleaned my teeth and re-applied some makeup. Honestly I don’t even know why I’m making myself look presentable, Corbyn has seen me at my worst.

I put on a pair of leggings and a random hoodie and my converse so I didn’t look like a tramp in just my pyjamas. Thankfully, when I was finished ‘getting ready’ my doorbell rung. I ran downstairs and opened the door to the bean.

“Hey?” I said but it came out more like a question. “I thought you was going to the concert tonight?”

“Yeah well, Ashley actually wants to go with her friend since she had a spare ticket and really good seats. And well I had a spare ticket and Ash thought that I should ask you to come since I haven’t seen you for so long. So will you come to the concert with me?” He asked.

“Depends.” I smirked wrapping my arms across my chest. “Who’s concert is it?”

“Ed Sheeran.”

“WHAT!” I raised my voice. “Of course I’ll go with you. I tried to get tickets myself but they were all sold out before I could get them.”

“That’s great then.” He smiled. “Let’s leave then.”

“Corb.” I sighed. “I look disgusting.”

“No you don’t, you look beautiful as always, (Y/N). Now c’mon.”

He has a way with words that make my heart flutter.

—

The concert was amazing. We had really great seats, the atmosphere was amazing and we even bumped into Ashley and her friend when leaving the concert. The smile never left my face the whole evening and it was gonna get so much better.

Corbyn dropped me off home since Ash went home with her friend. I opened the car door and walked up to my path, surprised when I realised Corbyn was following behind me. We both stopped when we got right out of my front door.

“Thank you.” I said smiling up at him. “I really enjoyed it.”

“No worries.” He smiled back. “Well seeing as we saw each other today, even though we didn’t think that we would, why ruin a good streak we have? Do you wanna go out to eat tomorrow night?”

“Of course, Corbyn.”

“As in like a date?” He asked. My jaw dropped open because did he really just ask me that? The boy I liked just asked me on a date. Okay then.

“Yes.” I smiled, allowing the blush to form on my cheeks. “Yes, I would love to Corbyn.”

“Really?” He asked surprised. “I mean - great! I’ll pick you up tomorrow. See ya, (Y/N).”

“Bye Corb.” I said giving him a quick hug before he walked off.

okay so today was officially one of the best days of my life!

A/N: merry christmas eve guys! hope you guys have a great day and a good christmas tomorrow!