#how can I balance my workload?

[daddy-long-legssss]

had my personal assessment for work and it went well but i still felt like i could burst into tears at any given moment.

[mingi-s-dimples]

His, only his - Yunho

KINKTOBER DAY 28, REQ. BY @musiclovingfairy

~"Yunho x fem reader. Possessiveness, almost animalistic? Like he comes from work in the evening and the reader doesn't feel well and they cuddle. Kind of a dom/sub in a way. Can you write it so that he is super possessive and protective and she gets into a deep sub space like a trance almost, but not degradation, more praise. It's smut but nothing crazy, like he makes her feel really small and protected and wants to make her his. With feelings. You know what i mean? 😅"

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

genre: 18+, soft filth

summary: Yunho's praises overwhelm you in a... rather exciting manner, for him, especially.

wc: 5.3k

warnings: love, multiple orgasms, yunho is really possessive but kind in a way, he really loves reader but rather in an aggressive possessive way, mentions of insecurities (body, academic insecurities), pussy eating, cum eating slightly, marking, unprotected (wrap up irl!), dacryphilia, definitely praise kink (reader), completely consensual, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: I am BACK everyone 🧍‍♀️ it took me fucking ages to find even 10 minutes to write these days but guess what!? SCHOOL IS OVER UNT 8TH JANUARY !!! everyone shout yupi 😭💀 I can't wait to finish every single project I've had in mind until now 🤗 Sweetheart I hope the fic is to your liking, ilysm my bestie 🙈💖 (i also had some problems witj tumblr, it deleted two of my drafts.. had to rewrite them from scratch 💀)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The clock on the wall ticked its incessant rhythm, marking the minutes slipping away. You sat at your desk, staring at your laptop screen, your eyes blurring over the rows of text on a document that you’d been working on for hours. The pile of assignments beside you seemed to mock you with its weight, reminding you of the deadlines you could barely keep up with. Your phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with a flurry of messages from the group chat you shared with your friends.

*“We’re heading out to the new café tonight! Come with us, Y/N! 💕”*

You bit your lip, hesitation clawing at your resolve. Your heart ached to join them, to feel like a part of their carefree world even for just a few hours, but the reality of your workload was a chain wrapped tightly around your chest. That chain grew heavier with every comparison you made—between yourself and them, their radiant smiles, perfect bodies, and seemingly endless energy to balance everything in their lives.

Your gaze drifted to the mirror hanging on the opposite wall, the image reflecting back felt like an enemy tonight. The way your body curved felt wrong. Your face looked dull compared to their glowing complexions, and no matter how much effort you put in, it never seemed to be enough.

"It’s just a moment," you whispered to yourself. "It’ll pass."

But the intrusive thoughts came unbidden, cruel whispers of insecurity growing louder as the night stretched on. You tried to focus, to drown yourself in your work, but it wasn’t long before the tears began to pool in your eyes, blurring the screen. You scrubbed at your cheeks with the back of your hand, but it was no use. The dam had broken.

You didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, nor the soft, purposeful steps approaching behind you.

"Baby," came a deep, familiar voice, warm and laced with concern.

Your breath hitched, your head snapping up in surprise to see Yunho standing in the doorway. His tall frame was bathed in the warm light spilling from the hallway, his broad shoulders tense as he took in the scene before him—your tear-streaked face, the cluttered desk, the weariness etched into every inch of your body.

"Yunho," you croaked, quickly wiping at your face to hide the evidence of your crying.

But he wasn’t having it. In an instant, he was beside you, kneeling down so that his face was level with yours. His hands cupped your cheeks, his touch both firm and tender as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes were sharp, almost dangerous in their intensity, as they scanned your face.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, his voice low and brimming with possessiveness.

Your lips parted, confusion mingling with the lingering sadness in your chest. "No one—"

"Don’t lie to me," he cut you off, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. His jaw was clenched, the protective edge in his voice only growing stronger. "I don’t care if it’s someone at school, your so-called friends, or even a stranger. Tell me what happened."

You hesitated, unsure of how to explain that this storm inside you wasn’t caused by anyone else—it was your own mind tearing you apart. But Yunho wasn’t the type to let things slide, especially when it came to you. He leaned in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours as he whispered, "Talk to me, baby. You don’t get to keep this from me."

His words cracked the fragile wall you’d built around your emotions, and suddenly, it all came tumbling out. You told him about the mounting stress of school, the endless comparison to your friends, and the insecurities that had been festering in your mind for weeks. By the time you finished, your voice was trembling, and fresh tears threatened to spill down your cheeks.

Yunho listened in silence, his expression unreadable, but the fierce protectiveness in his eyes never wavered. When you finally stopped speaking, he let out a slow, measured breath.

"You’re wrong," he said, his voice steady but tinged with a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

You blinked, startled by the certainty in his tone. "What?"

"Every single word you just said about yourself—it’s wrong," he growled, his hands tightening their grip on your face. "Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How much I crave every inch of you, every second of the day?"

Your breath hitched at the raw intensity in his voice. Yunho’s gaze darkened, his eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

"Those so-called friends of yours?" he continued, his tone turning almost predatory. "They don’t hold a candle to you. They might be pretty, sure, but they’ll never have what you do. They’ll never have my attention, my love, my obsession."

Your cheeks burned at his words, your heart racing as his praise wrapped around you like a warm embrace. "Yunho…"

"No, baby, listen to me," he cut you off, his hands sliding down to your shoulders as he pulled you closer. "You’re the most beautiful, maddening, addictive thing in my life. And if I have to spend every day reminding you of that, I will."

Your mind was spinning, overwhelmed by the intensity of his words and the way his touch ignited a fire under your skin. Yunho’s hands moved again, one sliding down to your waist while the other cupped the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him.

"Do you understand me?" he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You could only nod, your voice caught in your throat.

"Good," he said, his tone softening just enough to make your heart ache. He leaned back just enough to look into your eyes again, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path along your jawline. "Because I’m not going to let you talk about yourself like that ever again. You’re mine, Y/N. And I’ll be damned if I let you forget how much you mean to me."

A shiver ran down your spine at the possessiveness in his voice, heat pooling low in your stomach as his words sank in. Yunho’s gaze flickered to your lips again, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was as much a claim as it was an expression of love.

The kiss started slow, almost tender, but it quickly deepened as Yunho’s hand tightened its grip on your waist, pulling you even closer. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and you parted them without a second thought, allowing him to take control.

A soft whimper escaped your throat, and Yunho groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your lips. His possessive nature shone through in every movement, the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hand slid down to grip your thigh, anchoring you to him.

"Yunho," you gasped when he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.

"You feel that, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He looked down at his cock straining against his pants, rubbing against your thigh as he leaned down on you. "That’s how much I want you. Every second, every minute of the day. And it’s all for you—only you."

Your cheeks burned, your body trembling as his words sent a rush of heat coursing through you. Yunho’s lips brushed against yours again, softer this time, but no less possessive.

"I’ll always remind you," he whispered, his voice like a promise. "You’re mine, Y/N. Never forget that."

Yunho didn’t give you a moment to retreat into your thoughts again. His hand moved to cup the back of your neck, his thumb tracing soothing circles as he looked at you with a gaze that felt like it could pierce your soul. The intensity of his eyes left you rooted to the spot, your breath hitching as he tilted his head, studying you like you were a puzzle he needed to solve.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low, reverent, and possessive. "So beautiful, even when you’re crying. Even when you’re doubting yourself. Do you know how lucky I am to have you?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Heat bloomed in your cheeks as his hand slid from your neck to your jaw, tilting your face up just slightly so you couldn’t avoid his gaze.

"No, don’t look away," he commanded softly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You’re going to listen to me, baby. Because every word I’m about to say is the truth, and I won’t let you brush it off like it doesn’t matter."

His other hand found your waist, his fingers splaying possessively against your side. You shivered at the contact, acutely aware of the heat radiating from his body, the strength of his grip as if he was anchoring you in place.

"You’re everything to me, Y/N," he said, his voice dropping lower, almost a growl. "Every curve, every soft line of your body—it's mine to adore, mine to protect. You’re perfect, baby. And it kills me that you can’t see it."

The praise was overwhelming, each word sinking into your skin and leaving a burning trail in its wake. You felt flustered, your heart pounding in your chest as Yunho’s thumb brushed over your lower lip. His touch was gentle, but the intensity behind it left you breathless.

"Do you feel this?" he asked, his thumb lingering on your lip before tracing a slow path down to your jawline. "The way your skin reacts to me? It’s like your body knows, even when your mind doesn’t. You’re made for me, baby. Every inch of you."

"Yunho…" you whispered, your voice barely audible as you felt your body responding to his words. A warm, tingling sensation spread through you, pooling low in your stomach, and you shifted slightly in your seat, unable to ignore the way his possessive tone sent your mind spinning.

But Yunho noticed everything. He always did. His eyes darkened as his gaze flickered down to where your thighs pressed together, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Ah," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and something darker. "There it is."

You froze, your eyes widening in embarrassment as you realized what he meant. But before you could stammer out a response, Yunho leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Don’t be shy, baby. That’s my effect on you, isn’t it?"

The heat in your cheeks spread down your neck, and you bit your lip, unable to meet his gaze. Yunho chuckled softly, the sound low and rich as his hand slid down to rest on your thigh.

"You’re so perfect," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even when you’re flustered, even when you’re doubting yourself, your body tells me the truth. It tells me how much you need me. How much you’re mine."

Your breath hitched as his hand moved slightly, his fingers brushing against the hem of your shirt. He took his time, his touch slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second.

"Can I show you?" he murmured, his lips ghosting over your jawline as he spoke. "Can I show you how beautiful you are?"

You nodded, your voice caught in your throat as Yunho’s hand slipped beneath your shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist. His touch was both gentle and possessive, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that left you trembling.

His other hand found the hem of your shirt, and he tugged it upward slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You were too caught up in the way his words made you feel, the way his touch ignited a fire beneath your skin.

As the shirt slipped over your head, Yunho’s eyes roamed over your body, his gaze heated and possessive. He let out a soft, almost animalistic growl, his hands finding your waist again as he pulled you closer.

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So damn perfect."

His hands slid up to your arms, his thumbs brushing over your skin as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you. His lips found yours again, capturing them in a kiss that was both tender and consuming, leaving you dizzy and clinging to him for support.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and he let out a shaky breath. "Do you see it now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you see how much I need you? How much I love every part of you?"

You nodded, your voice failing you as tears welled up in your eyes again—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming feeling of being so completely seen, so completely loved.

Yunho smiled softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear as he whispered, "Good. Because I’m not going anywhere, baby. You’re stuck with me. And I’ll remind you of this every single day, for as long as it takes."

And in that moment, the storm of insecurities that had been raging in your mind was nothing but a distant memory, drowned out by the strength of Yunho’s love and the possessive way he held you, as if letting you go was simply not an option.

Yunho’s silence was almost deafening, his dark, heavy gaze taking in every inch of your exposed body. The air between you was thick with tension, and you could feel the heat radiating from him as he stood there, rooted in place, his chest rising and falling with barely contained restraint.

His thumb brushed over your skin, but there was nothing gentle about his touch. It was firm, claiming, as though he was reminding you that you belonged to him and no one else. The possessiveness in his eyes sent a shiver through you, and you felt your breath hitch when his gaze dropped, lingering on the last piece of fabric still separating you from him.

Yunho’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as he looked back up at you, his jaw tight with restraint. "May I?" he asked, nodding toward your panties.

You swallowed hard, your body trembling as you nodded, barely able to get the word out. "Yes."

That was all he needed. His hands moved quickly, gripping the waistband and pulling it down with enough force to leave no room for hesitation. The fabric slid down your legs in one swift motion, the roughness of his movements leaving you breathless. He tossed the garment aside carelessly, his focus entirely on you as his hands found your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to make you gasp.

"Mine," he muttered, his voice thick with a possessiveness that sent heat pooling low in your stomach. "Every inch of you is mine."

His hands slid up your legs, his touch both commanding and reverent as he pulled you closer. There was no space left between you, no room for doubt as Yunho’s eyes locked onto yours. The hunger in his gaze was undeniable, but it was tempered by something deeper—something that made your heart race and your body ache with the need to be closer to him.

"You don’t get to hide from me," he said, his voice low and rough as his hands gripped your hips. "Not when you look like this. Not when you’re mine."

You felt your face heat under his intense gaze, your body trembling as Yunho’s fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns against your skin. His lips found your neck, and you gasped as he bit down gently, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin before he soothed it with his tongue.

"Perfect," he muttered against your neck, his voice thick with need. "And all mine."

His hands slid up to cup your face, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. The intensity in his gaze left you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest as Yunho’s lips curved into a possessive smirk.

"You’ll let me show you, won’t you?" he murmured, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. "Let me remind you who you belong to."

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours, the kiss deep and consuming as his hands roamed over your body with a kind of controlled urgency. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was a claim, a reminder that you were his and no one else’s.

And in that moment, with Yunho’s possessive gaze and commanding touch leaving you breathless, every doubt, every insecurity, every negative thought faded away, replaced by the undeniable truth that you were his—and he wouldn’t let you forget it.

Yunho didn’t waste a second. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down the delicate column of your neck. His kisses were possessive, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send jolts of heat coursing through your body. He wasn’t gentle—he didn’t need to be. Every press of his lips, every bite and kiss, was a declaration: you were his, and he wanted the world to know.

"You look so good like this," he murmured against your skin, his voice rough and filled with need. "Marked by me. Remember this, baby. Every time you see these marks, you’ll remember who you belong to."

He worked his way down, his mouth leaving a heated trail along your collarbone, down to the curve of your breasts. His hands slid up your sides, firm and commanding, holding you in place as if he couldn’t bear the thought of you slipping away. You felt his breath against your skin as he kissed and nipped, his tongue soothing the small marks he left in his wake.

Your body trembled beneath him, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as his lips continued their journey. When he finally pulled back to look at you, his gaze was heavy, filled with hunger and adoration. He stood, towering over you as his hands went to the waistband of his pants.

Yunho’s movements were swift but purposeful as he undid his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops sending a fresh wave of anticipation through you. His pants hit the floor, and your eyes darted to the straining bulge in his briefs. The sight made your breath hitch, your thighs pressing together involuntarily as a tingling sensation spread through you.

He noticed instantly. A low, satisfied chuckle escaped his lips as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. "Feeling shy now, baby?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement and something darker. "After all the ways you’ve let me touch you, you’re still so innocent. God, I love it."

Your cheeks burned, and you averted your gaze, but Yunho wasn’t having it. He crouched in front of you, his hands gripping your knees as he gently but firmly guided your legs apart. "Don’t hide from me," he said, his voice softening just slightly. "I want to see all of you."

You swallowed hard, your body trembling as Yunho stood again, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his briefs. He tugged them down, freeing his cock, and you couldn’t help but gasp softly at the sight of him. His cock stood hard and thick, the sheer size of it making your pulse race.

Yunho smirked at your reaction, his hand wrapping around his length for a moment as he took you in. "You see what you do to me, baby?" he said, his voice low and full of heat. "This is all for you. Only for you."

He moved closer, his hands sliding up your thighs as he leaned over you. The heat of his body was overwhelming, his presence so commanding that you felt yourself melting beneath him. As he positioned himself between your legs, his cock brushing against your inner thigh, you couldn’t help but let out a soft, trembling sigh.

"Relax for me," Yunho murmured, his voice gentle but firm. One of his hands slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as his gaze locked onto yours. "I’ve got you, baby. Just let me take care of you."

Your heart pounded in your chest as Yunho leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. His other hand moved to guide himself, lining up with you as his forehead rested against yours.

Just as you braced yourself for him, Yunho suddenly paused, pulling back slightly. His forehead still rested against yours, and his breathing was heavy, ragged. He stared into your eyes for a moment, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a devilish smirk.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "I’m not done with you, baby. Not even close."

You blinked in confusion, your body already trembling with anticipation. But Yunho wasn’t in a rush. He shifted his weight, his large hands sliding from your waist to grip your hips, holding you steady as he leaned down.

"Lie back for me," he instructed, his voice rough but gentle. His hands guided you until you were fully reclined on the bed where you were initially sitting on, his body following yours as he pressed soft, teasing kisses down your chest, past your stomach, and toward your hips.

He stopped there, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just above your lower belly.. The warmth of his breath sent shivers through your body, and you couldn’t stop the way your thighs pressed together slightly. Yunho’s hands were there immediately, his grip firm as he gently pushed your legs apart again.

"Don’t hide from me," he said, his voice almost a growl. "You don’t get to do that. Not when you look like this. Not when you’re mine."

Starting at your knees, Yunho began trailing kisses along your skin, moving painfully slowly up the length of your legs. His lips were soft but deliberate, each kiss leaving behind a tingling heat that made your body ache for more. When he reached your inner thigh, he paused, his mouth hovering just above the sensitive skin.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive hunger. His lips brushed against your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the delicate flesh before he pressed a firmer kiss there. "Already trembling for me. So soft, so perfect."

You whimpered softly, your hips shifting slightly as the ache between your legs grew unbearable. Yunho noticed—he always noticed. His smirk deepened, and the sound of his low chuckle made your heart race.

"Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?" he muttered, his voice rough and thick with want. "How hard it is to take my time when you look like this?"

His kisses moved closer and closer to your cunt, his breath warm against your bare skin. Your thighs trembled under his touch, your body responding to him in ways you couldn’t control. Yunho groaned softly as his lips brushed the sensitive flesh at the very top of your thigh, his hands gripping your hips tighter as if to keep himself steady.

"Stay still for me, baby," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Let me take my time with you."

His lips finally found your cunt, dripping wet on the linen, and the sudden contact made you gasp. Yunho groaned in response, his hands tightening their hold on you as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your sensitive skin.

"God, you taste so good," he muttered against you, his voice filled with raw hunger. "So sweet. So perfect. All mine."

Yunho didn’t hold back. His lips and tongue worked against you with deliberate skill, dragging soft cries and whines from your lips as his hands gripped your thighs tightly. His fingers dug into your skin, holding you firmly in place as if he couldn’t bear the thought of you moving away.

The heat of his mouth and the intensity of his focus had your body trembling uncontrollably. Each stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and the firm pressure of his grip grounded you in the overwhelming sensations.

"Yunho," you cried out, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. He groaned against you at the sound of his name on your lips, his grip on your thighs tightening as he redoubled his efforts.

"You’re so responsive," he murmured between kisses, his voice low and rough. "So perfect for me."

Your back arched off the bed, your thighs trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. His tongue circled and teased, his movements relentless as he drew you closer and closer to the edge. The sounds that spilled from your lips were uncontrollable—moans, gasps, and whimpers that only seemed to spur him on.

"That’s it, baby," he muttered, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin. "Let go for me. I want to feel you fall apart."

And fall apart you did. With a loud cry, your body tensed and then shattered, waves of pleasure washing over you in a blinding rush. Yunho didn’t stop, his tongue and lips coaxing you through the intensity of your orgasm until you were left gasping and trembling beneath him.

As you came down from your high, Yunho pulled back, his lips and chin glistening as he looked up at you. His expression was one of pure satisfaction, his eyes dark and possessive as he took in the sight of you—flushed, panting, and completely undone.

"You’re incredible," he said, his voice soft but filled with raw emotion. He reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had slipped down your face during the intensity of the moment. "So beautiful when you come for me. So perfect."

You barely had time to catch your breath before Yunho shifted again, his body aligning with yours as he climbed back over you. His cock pressed against your entrance, the sheer heat and size of it making your breath hitch.

"Ready for me, baby?" he asked softly, his forehead resting against yours. His hands slid to your waist, holding you steady as he lined himself up.

You nodded, your hands resting on his shoulders as you gazed up at him. The love and intensity in his eyes were overwhelming, and you couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips despite your trembling body.

With a low groan, Yunho began to push in, taking his time as he filled you inch by inch. The stretch was slow and deliberate, and he paused often to let you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours as he watched your every reaction.

"You feel so good," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion and restraint. "So perfect for me, baby. You were made for me."

His movements were unhurried, each thrust, a deliberate act of love and devotion. Yunho’s hand slid up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing against your cheeks as he pressed soft kisses to your lips, your jaw, and your forehead.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice rough with sincerity. "Every part of you. I need you to know that."

As he moved within you, his touch and his words combined into something overwhelming, leaving you breathless and completely consumed by him. There was no rush, no urgency—only the deep, unwavering connection between the two of you as Yunho made love to you with a tenderness that left no room for doubt.

Yunho moved with a rhythm that was slow and deliberate, each thrust a testament to how deeply he cherished you. His hands stayed on your body, one resting on your hip to anchor you to him and the other brushing up to cup your face. His eyes never left yours, dark and filled with emotion that left you trembling beneath him.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint, as if he was holding himself back for your sake. "You take me so perfectly, baby. Always so perfect for me."

You whimpered softly at his words, your body arching into his touch. Every inch of you was tuned to him, the way he filled you so completely, the way his lips found yours between breaths, the way his fingers caressed and gripped your skin. It was overwhelming, but it was also everything you needed—everything you didn’t know you craved.

His thrusts deepened, each one slow but powerful, sending jolts of pleasure through you. The sound of your soft cries filled the room, mingling with Yunho’s low groans. He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath warm and ragged against your lips.

"I love you," he said again, his voice rough and filled with conviction. "I love every part of you, baby. Your body, your mind, your heart—all of it belongs to me."

You couldn’t form words, your body too overwhelmed by the slow, unrelenting waves of pleasure he was pulling from you. Instead, you cupped his face, your fingers brushing through his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss. It was messy, desperate, filled with every ounce of love and need you felt for him.

Yunho groaned against your lips, his hips pressing deeper, and the intensity of the moment made your head spin. He moved as if there was no one else in the world but you, as if nothing else mattered but the way your body responded to his.

"You’re mine," he whispered against your lips, his voice low and possessive. His hand slid up to intertwine with yours, pinning it above your head as his movements grew more deliberate. "Every single part of you is mine, baby. Don’t you ever forget that."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming emotion of it all. Yunho noticed immediately, his lips brushing against your cheek as his thrusts slowed slightly.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice gentle despite the tension in his body. "Is it too much?"

You shook your head, your breath hitching as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I love you," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I love you so much, Yunho."

He smiled at your words, his forehead pressing to yours as his hips moved again, deeper and more purposeful as you locked him in. The pleasure built steadily, a slow burn that left you breathless and clinging to him as he guided you toward the edge.

"Let go for me, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. "I want to feel you come for me. Let me take you there."

His words, his touch, the way he thrusted in you—it was too much. Your body tensed, the pleasure reaching its peak as you cried out his name, your orgssm crashing over you in waves. Yunho followed shortly after, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as he buried himself fully, his body shuddering against yours as he also came, filling you up.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. All you could hear was the sound of your ragged breaths mingling with his, your body still trembling as he held you close. Yunho pressed soft kisses to your face—your cheeks, your forehead, your lips—his hands stroking your skin soothingly.

"I love you," he whispered again, his voice soft and full of warmth. "Always."

You smiled softly, your body relaxing beneath his as you whispered back, "I love you too."

He pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as the two of you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s warmth and love. The world outside didn’t matter—all that mattered was the way you fit perfectly in his arms, completely his.

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At long last, Rose has actual fur!!! (You would not believe how hard that was to set up, or how many approaches I tried before I settled on this one.)

Not visible in this image is all the work that's gone into Rose's leg rig. Also not visible is the automatic walk cycle I've set up. A lot of work went into both of those, too.

Apart from that, I've also been working on things for other characters. In the past, you may have noticed that crowd scenes were pretty stiff and repetitive. That's because my computer could only really handle having two or three base rigs and models set up in a scene to draw the crowd from--and only two or three animations, accordingly. However, I've now figured out a system that would let me offset and mix and match multiple animations for every individual member of a crowd! I have some other ideas that would add even more dynamism, too....

Over the weekend, I'll try to finish up Rose's automatic walk cycle. Then, it'll be time to integrate all the rig parts and tidy them up. And then, at last, it will be time to move on to another model.

I can't promise the rest of the models will be done in a timely manner. The work on improving Rose has also opened up a lot of ways to improve the others, in a way that will make HBG look dramatically better, as well as make it easier to animate. I can guarantee it's going to take more than a month, maybe two. Fortunately, I'll be having help on background work and animation to help balance out the rest of the workload. I'm going to say this will be at least another 4-5 months of work, for a June or July release. I hope you'll agree that it will be worth it. Until next time!

[bloomzone]

Feeling Overwhelmed? You're Not Alone. Let's Talk About It..

I know we all go through it. You’re balancing school, friends, family, and everything else, and suddenly, it feels like you're carrying the weight of the world. Lately, I've been feeling burned out, overwhelmed, and like everything is piling up at once. With school stress, exams, and the constant pressure to keep up, I sometimes feel like I can’t breathe. It's exhausting, and I'm sure some of you feel the same.

It’s so easy to get stuck in the cycle of trying to do everything perfectly. Every time you think you’ve got it under control, something else comes at you, and you’re back to square one and YES THIS IS ANNOYING!!!. It's like there’s a never-ending list of things to do, and no matter how hard you work, you never seem to catch a break.

And the worst part? The pressure from others. Whether it's friends, classmates, or even family, there's always someone asking you for help. Sometimes I feel like I’m the go-to person for everything—assignments, questions, last-minute requests. And don’t get me wrong, I want to be helpful, but it can get draining. Especially when you're trying to hold it together and just need a little space for yourself

For example:Today I couldn’t catch a break already stressed about exams, and in desperate need of rest. Just as I sat down to breathe, the calls and messages started.

One of my classmates began spamming me with messages, asking about a history and geography exam date that we ALL already knew. Then, another classmate began asking for English assignment answers. She wouldn’t stop. She kept sending, “Hi, hi, hi, hi…” over and over until I caved and responded.When I finally sent her the answers, her response? “Ahh, what would I do without you? You’re a lifesaver!” And while I know she meant it kindly, it felt so heavy I feel guilty. What about MY life? What about my peace?

In that moment, I realized how much I was giving to others and how little I was leaving for myself. I was pouring all my energy into helping everyone else while I was running on empty

And plus I’ve been in those moments when you’ve studied hard for an exam, thought you’re finally catching up, and then suddenly—a change happens. A test gets rescheduled, an assignment gets pushed to the last minute, and it feels like everything you worked for was just... wasted. I get it. And it’s okay to feel frustrated and angry about it. You’re allowed to feel this way. It doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human.

But here’s something I’ve been reminding myself lately: I am not responsible for everyone else's stress. It’s okay to say no, it’s okay to take a break, and it’s okay to not always have everything figured out. Taking care of yourself isn’t selfish; it’s necessary.

Here 5 Tips That Are Helping Me Cope with Stress and Burnout

1. Set Boundaries and Protect Your Energy: I’ve learned that it’s okay to say no. If someone’s asking for help, and you’re already feeling stretched thin, it’s okay to tell them, “I can’t right now.” You can’t pour from an empty cup, and you deserve your time and energy as much as anyone else does.

2. Don’t Overload Yourself—Take It One Step at a Time: Break your tasks into smaller, more manageable chunks. Don’t try to do everything at once—focus on one thing at a time. It makes the workload feel less daunting and more achievable. One task, one hour at a time.

3. Rest is Not a Luxury, It’s a Necessity: Sometimes we push ourselves too hard because we think we’ll get behind if we take a break. But if you don’t rest, you’ll burn out. Give yourself permission to step away, even for just 10 minutes. Watch a comforting youTube video, take a walk, or close your eyes. A little time for yourself can give you the energy to come back even stronger.

4. Talk About Your Feelings—Don't Bottle It Up: If you’re feeling overwhelmed, don’t keep it inside. Talk to someone, whether it’s a friendu trust family member, or even just writing in a journal like I do ..Putting your feelings into words can make a huge difference. It clears your mind and helps you see things from a new perspective.

5. Make Time for Self-Care: It’s easy to forget to take care of yourself when everything is going wrong. But self-care isn’t just about face masks and bubble baths (although that helps!). It’s about doing things that recharge you—reading, listening to music, or even just doing nothing. Find what makes you feel lighter and make time for it.

Let’s Take the Pressure Off Ourselves.

I know the world often tells us we have to be constantly productive, constantly moving forward. But the truth is, you don’t have to hustle all the time. It’s okay to slow down, take a breather, and focus on your well-being. The world will still be there when you're ready to take the next step. You are not a machine pookie. You are human, and you deserve peace.We’re not alone in this, even though it sometimes feels like we are. Everyone’s going through something, and sometimes just knowing that you’re not alone in your struggles can make a huge difference.Remember, it’s okay to not have it all together. It’s okay to be tired, to feel burnt out, to not always know what’s next. Life is hard, but you’re still here, still fighting, and that’s something to be proud of. I'm so proud of you

© bloomzone

[minimomoe]

The Little Things

AN: I was listening to Sexy to Someone by Clairo and thought of Nanami. short, fluffy drabble

You stood in front of the elevator and waited for the metal box to ascend to your floor. It was 8pm, well past office hours, but time waits for no man and you had work to finish. All that mattered now is that you were done. You could slip out of your drab work clothing and crawl into bed as soon as you got home.

You had hoped that you could ride down alone, but you found yourself holding the door open for Kento Nanami, your unrequited work crush. He swept in, his cologne filling up the air and you didn't find it nauseating in the slightest. It was clean, green, and oh so sexy.

"Thank you for waiting for me. Most people would let it close in my face."

"You're too not bad of company," you teased.

He smiled back down at you and you felt heat rush up to your face. It wasn't fair at all. He couldn't be this gorgeous with pretty brown eyes and be one of the nicest people you have ever met. You might not even make it down the elevator with how fast your heart thumped in your chest.

"So why did--"

"You look--"

You had both started talking at the same time. He laughed, apologized, and asked for you to go first.

"I was just gonna ask why are you staying so late?"

"They're pulling a lot of people from my department. Someone had to pick up the slack," he sighed. He ran his hands through his hair and it fell over in perfect tresses. How annoying. How gorgeous.

"Tell me about it. They're doing the same to us in the marketing department. The quarter's almost over so hopefully the workload will lessen."

You could do this with him. Small talk. Safe talk. There was nothing that could go wrong here. Nanami couldn't hear your heart racing in your chest. You just had to keep your cool.

"What were you going to say?" You remembered.

"Oh-- it... I don't think it matters anymore."

The handsome, suave Nanami was stuttering. You had the man stuttering. You snapped your head forward as if you were afraid you messed with the balance of the universe. He cleared his throat and looked at you once again.

"I hope that this doesn't come off... inappropriate. I think that blue looks wonderful with your complexion. And you got new glasses last week. I never got to compliment them."

Your ears were ringing. Did you hear him correctly? Nanami watched you, has kept you in his sights to know that your glasses have changed and complimented your favorite work dress. You peered up at him and his ears were flaming red. Your unrequited work crush could possibly be requited after all.

"Thank you, Mr. Nanami," you said softly with a shy smile. "It almost looks like were matching, right?"

He looked down at his own blue suit and chuckled. "It does, doesn't it."

The elevator dinged and the doors slowly slid opened. Nanami held his hand out for you to leave first and followed behind. You were keenly aware of how close he was to your body as you both said goodnight to the security guard on your way out of the building.

"Well... Good night to you too, Nanami. Try not to work yourself too hard this weekend," you waved. You started on the opposite direction before he called out your name.

"Would you... like to have a meal with me? I know a place," he asked.

You bit back a smile. Never would you have imagined that Kento of all people could get so shy. He patiently awaited your answer but you noticed his jaw tightening.

"I don't know. It's getting pretty late," you teased.

"This place is only open from 8pm to 12am. And a meal is always better with someone to eat with."

He was practically begging you to come with. You gingerly took your step towards him and his smile widened.

"I can take your bag," he offered. He slipped it off your shoulder and you softly hissed at his fingers grazing your shoulder. His eyes darkened at the sound but kept on strutting down the street. Once again, his ears were blushing and you internally squealed. To think that you were rushing to go home only to end up on a date with Nanami. Was this a date?

Only your brain to mouth filter was broken, and you actually asked the question out loud. He gave you a fond look. "I would like for it to be."

You hooked your hand around his raised arm. All this time you thought that your feelings would never be reciprocated, but it looks like you were sexy to someone after all.

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[velnna]

Can I ask you how you motivate yourself to draw so often? You seem to post quite often and have a comic and all sorts, I aspire to have that level of drive so any tips would be appreciated 🙌🏼

I just have a lot of ideas and scenes and sources of inspiration all the time so I never really run out of things to work on. Sometimes I burn out a little on a specific task (or comic or whatnot) but since I have multiple things to tap into all the time I just try to context switch and do something that's more fun at the moment to get the spark back

Drawing fast definitely helps too because it means each idea is relatively quick and effortless to execute, so I don't feel discouraged when thinking about starting something (and since I finish most drawings in 1-2h I also frequently get a sense of accomplishment that feeds into back my motivation

(If you browse my "tutorial" tag there's a couple of posts on how I got fast and became comfortable with drawing, etc)

Aside from that it just has to do with how obsessive I am, how I balance my workload and the fact that art is my job so I have a lot of external and internal factors pushing me to draw. I will say one thing I rarely do is force myself to work on something I don't feel motivated to (if I have a choice). I think walking away from art and doing other things that bring you joy when it's not working out can be a very effective way to deal with burnout tbh

[bloodchapell]

Hi, I would like some where the 5 wise generals + Stanley and Xeno, go out with a Latina (from Costa Rica) with a very strong character, and she always manages to give them orders and they don't refute, please.

si señora, yes ma'am

what to expect: latina reader HELL YEAHHH, mix between modern au and canon

your sword's note: as a latina myself this was what i needed hell yeahhh, if my colombian mindset slips thru this ignore it, (or embrace it idek) will try to make it neutral, more on my mistresslist

Ryusui:

Starting strong. I am a firm believer that Ryusui is top #1 latina lover, like this guy desires everyone but when he senses a latina things are different. He factually knows basic spanish and will be flirting using his skills. What I mean by this is that he will be calling you mami💀. He met you while he was traveling and since then he has been obsessed with you. His uncle doesn't like you and unusually Ryusui feels like throwing hands because of it.

"Ryusui Nanami did you have Francois cook for you again!?" You scold him once you see the butler standing in the kitchen. Oops, full government name, bad signal.

"That is their job mi amor." His pout can't save him. You drag him by the wrist to the kitchen.

"I see Francois here every day, I love them so much but I know they have their own life and their own desires, so I gave them the day off. Why the hell is then Francois here cooking for you? God forbid something happens to them, you will die of inanition." Ryusui listens with flaky resolution at your stern expression. Growing up he always found his way around orders, but he can't possibly defy you.

My god, he parades you around like a trophy, he brags to everyone that you have a beauty they can't even begin to comprehend. But it doesn't stop there, he is always talking about how smart you are, and how strong you are.

Regardless if you are bad at dancing or not, he considers you a prodigy and insist on taking classes himself so he can dance with you and not embarrass you. He is really good.

Gen:

I don't even know where to start. He is a little bizarre like that and will fall easily for you when you greet him with a kiss on the cheek. His brain can't function properly and he can't use his knowledge of the human mind on you. I can't ever picture Gen as dominant in any shape or form so he will agree with whatever you say. He wholeheartedly enjoys being bossed around.

"Gen Asagiri get here this instant!" You yell and he is already running to you.

"I'm so sorry love I promise whatever it is was unintentional, I did not mean it I am sorry." He is almost on his knees.

"You tricked Kinro and exchanged your workload with his, you apologize this instant." You point at him, he is afraid and nods but you can see the intention of twisting the situation around in his eyes. "Or no arroz con frijoles."

"No! Don't do that to me please! I will apologize right now..." Gen clings to you at the call of his favorite food only you can cook.

Ukyo:

You don't need to boss this man around, he is already perfect.

He loves listening to you, whether it is talking to him in Spanish, or when your accent slips in when you're talking Japanese or English, but his favorite moment of the day is when you sing to him, it doesn't matter if its reggaeton, salsa, bachata, cumbia, he absolutely loves it and will learn the lyrics to your favorite songs and sing along with you.

Ukyo loves how your fiery personality matches his calm demeanor, he feels like its the perfect balance,

Chrome:

MY GAWD THIS IS WILD. My brain is wired in such a way that I can't imagine him with someone that isn't Ruri but we will try.

For some reason, you were in Japan when you got petrified, and you were revived. Eventually when Chrome meets you, he is confused as hell, why do you look so different? He finds it beautiful. When you tell him of the landscapes of your country he will cry, and swears that he will go and explore with you.

"Maldita sea!" You curse when you hurt yourself when helping building the latest invention of the kingdom of science, it's a minor scratch and you tend to it fast. Chrome on the other hand, sits baffled.

"What was that!? Is she a sorcerer?" He runs to Senku.

"No idiot, that is Spanish, another language." Senku huffs.

Chrome insists on learning Spanish.

"How do you say 'thats bad' in Spanish?" He asks with his eyes glimmering.

"Que malote."

He says it in Spanish now.

Senku:

I am having a field trip with this one 🤑.

The stereotype of us latinas being bossy and having a strong character is lowkey so real. Initially he would be bothered by this, but eventually he gives in, sometimes it is true that you know better.

"Why is your family's Christmas celebration on the 24th?" Senku asks confused. You invited him back home for Christmas since Byakuya was training in NASA.

"We are staying up until 12 and celebrating, to open the gifts." You shake him. He rolls his eyes but will oblige.

"Mijo pass me that thing over there, la cosa esa." Your dad points and he has no idea what your dad wants him to hand over.

"It's just 3pm, why are you all dressed up? You better not spill food over your clothes, now go get the soda." Your mom complains. You of course drag along Senku, and he sees how lively the neighborhood is.

As it gets late, more and more family members will arrive, you introduce him as your boyfriend and they talk his ears off. He is baffled at how many people there are in the celebration.

Your family will pray and then get to eating, he stays silent during the prayer and eats. Everything he has eaten before in his life is literally trash compared to your mom's cooking.

At 12, the fireworks start to go off and everyone hugs each other, you will hug him and he corresponds after he realizes he was the first person you hugged. Everyone opens the gifts and he feels so warm at how nice everyone is.

After that, he plays video games with your cousins, eats more, drinks upon the uncles' requests, and finally, falls asleep on two chairs at 4am as everyone is still dancing.

Stanley:

This is latina lover #2.

You are the annoying high school couple omg. After years together he knows Spanish but his accent is so heavy, you always make fun of him, he would also be conjugating things wrong. "¿Donde estas tu? Ya llegue a el casa y yo no te encontrar."

"Pfttt, ¿el casa?" You mock him through the phone.

Your family 100% calls him gringo. He doesn't care.

The chances of Stanley messing up in his work are almost impossible, but during the times that he has almost messed up, he thinks of you; not in a cutesy way.

"Listen to me Stanley Snyder, if you are going through with this soldier thing, you will be careful, you will come home in a piece, you will make sure nothing happens to you, because if it does... trust me, bad things will happen, if you die I will revive you myself, torture you, kill you and revive you again only because I would miss you. But believe me, whatever miserable hell you might go through doesn't compare to my tortures. Do you want to see some other guy consoling me after you die? Think wisely, and act accordingly."

Xeno:

Bro is that one American who is fluent in Spanish just by osmosis. His pronunciation is flawless, conjugation is perfect, accent is minimal.

There are greater goods, greater evils. He is evil, but you are a greater evil. He will be so happy when he realizes you are also evil.

Your elegance is on another level, even in moments when you are technically not elegant, he will always find something so stunning and perfect about you.

A total gentleman. He is somewhat surprised that you corresponded his feelings because he saw you so out of his league.

"Xeno, I don't want you coming home at 11pm a single day more, if you get here later than 8pm, you will find your bags on the doorstep." You scold him after he gets home late from work.

"I am really sorry princesa, I will do better and make it up to you."

And he does.

[chichiscloset]

Soft Life 101: 3 Steps to Escape Your 9-5 Job If You Don’t Want to Work

Before we start, I want to clarify what I mean by “Not wanting to work.”

It means, that I don’t want to exhaust myself. I want to roll out of bed at 8 am then go to a workout class at 9 am. I want to spend my time as I please while keeping my workload to a minimum.

Working consistently, burns me out. I have no desire to prove my worth through productivity, nor do I have any desire to engage in hustle culture. I’m sure many of us can relate to feeling like the pressure to perform is exhausting. This is likely why, “soft life” is the latest trend on social media and has taken the girlies on Tiktok by storm.

In this new soft life era apparently, no one has a job and everyone is a "sahm" or "sahgf". While I understand the desire to escape the matrix and have a man you can fully depend on. Creating a more balanced and fulfilling life does not have to solely depend on your partner (though it helps!).

At the end of the day we still all want money! So how can we create an abundant life while still having a work-life balance?

Step 1: Be willing to make sacrifices

There is no such thing as something for nothing. Get that out of your head! I know we sometimes want to be saved, but unfortunately, life isn’t always a fairytale. Everything that we desire in life requires us to give up something else.

Do you want a better body? Give up junk food and exercise more. Do you want a better man? Give up your dust! To bring in the new we have to get rid of the old. If you want a soft life you’re going to have to strategize and be willing to give up what is no longer serving you.

Step 2: Find a passion you can monetize

*major key*

As the saying goes, “If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life”. Find something you enjoy doing, then figure out how you, can earn money from it. Are you good at doing hair? Become a hairdresser. Are you the best dressed in your circle? Become a virtual stylist. I promise you, for whatever talent you have there are people willing to pay you for it!

For myself, I love teaching and writing! Blogging is a great way to share my expertise, create passive income, and create the life of my dreams that don’t necessarily depend on me going into a job. Also, you can make money blogging with a relatively small audience.

Check out my blog post "Make Money When your Young, Pretty & Ambitious." For more on this topic.

Step 3: Invest, invest, invest

*Another major key*

We all need money to survive. There’s no way around it! Ideally, we would live a life where money isn’t an issue and if that is your goal you have to start investing ASAP! By investing in assets eventually, those assets will make you money.

For example, invest in stocks like the S&P 500 (which is an index fund that is essentially many companies in one stock). Invest in stocks that will grow over time and make you more money than you bought them for. There are tons of ways to start investing: choose one!

A few types of investments

Real estate

Stocks

Businesses

If living a soft life is a priority to you start today with these steps that will eventually allow you to either fully retire or work minimally. If you don’t, you’ll just be stuck doing something you don’t enjoy or waiting for prince charming to come and save you.

©Chichiscloset 2023

[milkoomi]

Hi I adore you and your blog, you definitely inspire me. Do you have any advice for students who are behind in their studies?

hi lovely anon!! thank you so so much for your kindness and support towards me and my blog! it means so much to me that there are people like you who get inspired because of what i’ve created! so thank you!! 🤍

academic track reset tips. ᥫ᭡

falling behind is extremely anxiety inducing and can feel disastrously overwhelming. i promise you, i’ve been there before and i completely understand the dread that comes with it. you feel one too many steps behind everyone else and it feels like the workload is suffocating you. but i promise you can get yourself back up and on track again!

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — gentle reminders

first and foremost, i want you to know that you will be okay. things happen in life that we can’t always control, but i promise it’s 100% okay! you will get through this and you will get back to where you need to be! you aren’t a failure just because you’re behind.

think of it this way: let’s say you have a really good book that you’ve been reading for fun (or maybe there’s a show you’ve been watching!) but you had to take some time away from reading, but with any good book or show you’re watching, you can always come back to it and pick up where you left off! it isn’t going anywhere!

faustina’s official guide to getting back on track:

୨ৎ — emotional & situational processing

take some time to process your emotions because i’m sure there’s quite a few things you’re feeling right now!

let your feelings flow

cry, scream into a pillow, angrily scribble all your emotions and thoughts onto paper; just do whatever it is you need to do to let your feelings out (in a healthy manner of course). give yourself some time to feel your emotions, but don’t let it draw on!

journal dump: write down everything you’re feeling and thinking, talk about how stressed out and anxious you are, vent about how disappointed you feel. just dump it all in writing!

reach out to a loved one: if you need a shoulder to cry on, don’t hesitate to talk to someone close to you! your friends, family, and other loved ones are there to support you!

reflect on your situation

i personally either wrote in my journal, talked to my therapist, or even just simply thought about my situation alone, but take some time to reflect on what’s going on.

how’s your health? could there maybe be some underlying mental/emotional/physical health issues causing you to fall behind?

what does your day-to-day schedule/routine look like? do you have enough time during your days to focus on school while still being able to balance your work/personal life?

what does your work load look like? do assignments & exams pile up too quickly for you? are you maybe unintentionally procrastinating? maybe there are things outside of school that have been piling up?

it’s good to answer these questions for yourself and figure out what exactly is causing you to fall behind. what’s going on at the core of it all? once you find your answer(s), it’s time to start reworking and tweaking some things.

୨ৎ — health check-up

sometimes our health can hinder us from staying on track, keeping up with school, and even keeping up with things going on outside of school! maybe we’ve been getting sick more recently and our bodies have been putting more energy into fighting off infections that they’ve become weaker and lack the energy to do other things. or maybe our mental health isn’t where we need it to be. maybe we’re experiencing a depressive episode or there have been things going on in your personal life that have been causing you immense amounts of anxiety that’s leading your focus away from your studies.

physical health

schedule a doctor’s appointment! you could probably get yourself a note to bring to your school/professors that could allow you a grace period for you to get caught up with your studies! it’s also good to have regular doctors visits to make sure your physical health is where it needs to be.

fuel for your body! are you eating well enough? are you staying hydrated? make sure your body has all the nutrients it needs to stay energized! sometimes we don’t realize we’re neglecting our nutritional needs, so be sure to have any and all necessary meals and that you’re getting enough hydration!

recharging every night! are you getting enough sleep? is the sleep you’re getting good? do you feel well-rested when you wake up? be mindful of your body’s energy! sleep is extremely important and lack of sleep can cause lack of motivation for just about anything, so be sure you’re getting a good night’s rest every night.

mental health

self care! i can’t stress enough how important self care is in your daily routine. please always take care of yourself. do something that makes you happy and make sure you’re giving your mind what it needs.

counseling! lots of schools, if not all schools have counselors on their campus. if therapy isn’t a financial option for you right now, please don’t hesitate to seek out your school’s counselor. they’re there to help you through whatever it is you may need! (& it’s quite literally they’re job!)

୨ৎ — rescheduling your schedule

think about your current daily routine. there might be some things within your routine that just might not be working out for you. you might have too many extracurriculars, maybe your work hours are overloaded and take too much of your time, or maybe you’re not setting aside enough time in your day to work on schoolwork.

lessen your load

while having extracurriculars is wonderful for your academic career, sometimes you can have too many of them. keeping up with club meetings, late night/early morning athletics trainings, events that take place during your class times; there’s a lot of things that extracurriculars do that may be taking a lot of your time away from you and your studies.

keep your extracurriculars to a minimum: 1-2 max! you have so much time to build up on extracurriculars for university admissions and job applications, i promise! but you have to consider your current schoolwork load and make sure you’re able to balance both extracurriculars and your studies!

if you are trying to balance your school & work life, be sure you remember what takes priority: your studies! if you feel like your work schedule is overpowering your time to study, it may be time to lessen your work hours.

talk with your bosses! set up a meeting with your mangers or send them an email letting them know you need to start working less. let them know that your studies take priority right now and you need the time to focus on school.

part-time over full-time! being a full-time student and a full-time employee can lead to burn out. while it is possible to balance both, it’s definitely 100x harder. it’s okay to work part-time! and just remember: your studies will lead you to a better job!

weekly planning

you might want to start creating a general plan for your week! it doesn’t have to be super detailed, but have at least an overview of what your week will look like!

create small task lists! have certain days contain a small, achievable list of tasks to complete! again, detail doesn’t matter, you don’t have to write down specific assignments but you can write which classes you want to work on for those days!

for each day, have an hourly schedule! maybe from 5am-6am to you want to be up & out of bed and by 12pm-2pm you want to get some schoolwork done! don’t feel the need to create something extravagant and go by each hour, keep it as general as possible.

the key is to keep your weekly (or even daily) planning simple! don’t try to jump right into having detailed schedules and plans, that can cause more stress than help.

designated study days

to go off of weekly planning, try setting aside specific days during your week that are entirely dedicated to getting schoolwork & studying done!

my personal schoolwork/study days…

saturday/sunday (i try to dedicate at least one of those days to rest, relaxation, & more personal things! so maybe one week saturday will be my work day and sunday will be my rest day)

monday - wendesday (mondays & wednesdays are the days i have class, but i’m off from work mon-wed so i have so much more time on mondays & wednesdays to get some work or studying done!)

of course, you can start off small! i actually encourage you to start off small! maybe two days out of the week will be your designated days or maybe you’ll only have one day out of the week! and that’s okay!

୨ৎ — baby steps lead to giant leaps

from my previous points, i really emphasized simplicity & starting off small. here’s why: slowly chipping away at something will still show great amounts of progress!

don’t feel like you have to take on huge amounts of work to get back into the swing of things. if anything, biting off more than you can chew will cause you to choke on even more stress!

step 1: talk with advisors/counselors/teachers

the first step to officially getting back on track in school is meeting with your advisors, teachers, and pretty much any faculty members that will help you! (and i promise they will help you! it’s their job to make sure you succeed as a student and they’ll always encourage you to reach out for help!)

step 2: meet with tutors

there is absolutely nothing wrong with having a tutor! they do more than just help with understanding class content! they also help you with time management, organization, and study techniques/methods! plus, 9 times out of 10, those tutors are fellow students, so they know and understand better than anyone else what it’s like dealing with the stress of school as a student!

step 3: riding the completion coaster

this is the part where you can start completing assignments/tasks that need to get done! again, don’t overload yourself! start small! this is where slowly chipping away at your assignments comes in!

prioritize! which classes take priority? which assignments have the closest due dates? what exams are coming up the soonest? whatever needs to get done first is your first priority!

pomodoro method! i’ve talked about this productivity-time technique a plethora of times here on my blog, but it’s a wonderful work method that not only encourages you to get work done within a set amount of time but it also allows you to get very much needed breaks in as well!

tina’s productivity tip: there’s this little method i’ve created for myself where i write down on a little sticky note or separate piece of paper “prizes” that i get for when i complete an assignment or task called “recognize the prize”! the prizes are super simple things that still make me really happy (incorporating psychology techniques here lol)! i keep that little sticky note/paper with my prizes close by so i can remind myself what i’m working towards!

examples of how i do it…

assignment: lab workbook ch. 4, pages x & y

prize: take a break to eat a kitkat bar (i love kitkats hehe)

task: study for 1 hour

prize: watch one youtube video (no longer than 20 minutes)

assignment: online homework

prize: play a video game for 20 minutes

final notes —

falling behind sucks, but it happens and i hope you know that it’s completely normal! just remember: being behind & needing to catch up does not, and never will, define you as a failure. we aren’t made to be perfect students; there’s no such thing as a “perfect” student. strive for progress, not perfection!

you have the ability to get caught up with your studies! please don’t best yourself up for not being where you want to be right now. show yourself some grace because you’re only human at the end of the day.

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[xmads-omensx]

Not sure if I can request things but if you would be willing. Could you write Noah in an established relationship and maybe his girl is a part of the crew and like mid tour he starts to notice that she starts sleeping a lot when she never sleeps during the day and then her standing by the barricades snapping pics of her and fainting. Thank you so much!

Word Count: 1,531

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X reader

Content Warnings: fainting, mentions of exhaustion, established relationship, swearing, fluff, mentions of burn out, mentions of hospitals

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I had been touring with Noah for as long as I could remember.

It was how we met.

Matt had hired me originally as his assistant tour manager, before shifting me to be Bryan’s assistant as well as remaining as Matts assistant when he discovered my passion for photography.

Whilst touring with Bad Omens, I developed feelings for Noah very rapidly, as he did the same towards me.

It was a lot of awkward skirting around eachother as we flirted like high school children, both too afraid to actually admit how we felt towards eachother out of the pure fear that the other didn’t feel the same way.

In fact, it was Matt who had forced us together in the end.

He had sent Noah and I to get some cables from the bus individually, forcing us to be alone, when Bryan pushed the two of us into the back of the van, refusing to free us until we admitted how we felt.

We have been happily together ever since.

After that, touring became a lot more bearable considering the fact that I was doing it with the person I loved more than anything else in the world.

The Australia tour was something that I had been really looking forward to, mainly since I had never been there before. I was sick the last time that Bad Omens played there, so I had to sit it out, which had not been enjoyable for anybody since the guys had to put up with Noah’s whining and Bryan and Matt had to do double the work.

Matt and I had met up about three months prior to the tour beginning in order to make the adequate preparations and make sure that everything was in order before we all made the insanely long journey down under.

It was a long and arduous process, making sure the appropriate flights and hotel rooms had been booked, then organising fun things for the guys to do on their off days all while editing photos that I had taken for another band that I had just toured with as their photographer.

My workload was most definitely a lot more than I was used to, but it was a challenge that I embraced with wide open arms since I felt insanely lucky to be in the position that I was in.

Noah had been a massive help as Matt and I prepared for the tour.

He took on my chores on top of his own to balance out my workload, he ran errands for me that I didn’t quite have time to run and was an overall incredible help whilst I prepped.

When the time came to actually go on said tour, Noah was a stressed wreck, which was expected when going on any tour that Bad Omens did, especially when it was the first tour back from their break due to Noah’s burn-out.

I had made sure everybody was all packed and ready to go, making extra sure that Noah knew that I had triple checked both of our luggage.

The flight had gone smoothly, with me napping for most of it, which had admittedly shocked Noah since I notoriously could not get to sleep on planes, but it was a great sleep so I wasn’t going to complain.

“Baby, we’re here.” Noah had whispered with a kiss on my forehead as we landed in Melbourne for the first few shows of the tour.

I awoke groggy, but happy to see my boyfriend’s face smiling down at me.

Strangely, I still felt tired despite having slept for most of the flight. Assuming it was just jetlag getting to me, I went about starting to prepare the first show of the short tour.

Matt and I met up at a nearby café to discuss last minute arrangements for the first show. We went over the visuals, the timings, the pyro and pretty much anything and everything in-between.

I could barely hide the exhaustion on my face as we worked.

“Hey, are you okay?” Matt asked with a concerned expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. I’ve never flown that far before.” I replied with a weak laugh.

“Oh dude tell me about it.” He sighed, taking his cap off and running his hand through his hair before replacing the cap back on his head. “I mean, I’m pretty much done with you here, so why don’t you go and find Bryan and talk about what his plan is?”

“Sounds good.” I said with a laugh, standing up and patting his shoulder before leaving the café and returning to the hotel.

Bryan was hanging out with Noah and Nicholas in the hotel room that Noah and I were sharing. I could hear their laughter from the hallway as I got closer and closer.

“Hey idiot.” Nicholas sighed when I walked through the door.

“Hey!” Noah scolded, throwing the pillow that he held over his lap at his best friend’s head.

I laughed at their behaviour before sitting on the small sofa next to Bryan.

We began to go over our plan for the tour as Noah and Nicholas continued hitting eachother with pillows and laughing at eachother.

“So I will go behind the guys, and you go just in front of the barricade, that way we cover all bases.” Bryan said, but his voice had begun to grow quieter in my ears.

A hand brushed my shoulder. It was Bryan.

“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“Yeah, just tired.” I replied, stifling a yawn.

“Alright, everybody out.” Noah demanded, standing up and hitting Bryan on the back of the head with the pillow he had been hitting Nicholas with.

The two other men stood up and shuffled out of the room, leaving Noah and I alone.

“Wanna sleep?” He asked, gently cupping the side of my face and stroking it with his thumb.

“I think a little nap will help me out.” I sighed, kissing his palm, making him smile.

Noah pulled away from me and pulled the duvet back on the bed, getting it ready for me to crawl in and finally get some sleep.

The first few dates of the tour had been like that.

We would arrive at the city, I would take a nap, then we would do the show.

It was a cycle that had been concerning Noah more and more since I never usually napped during the day.

Noah had been urging me to go see a doctor whilst we were on tour, but obviously I didn’t want to listen to him.

He had a tendency to be overprotective and overbearing at times when it came to both touring and my health.

It all came to a head one night on the tour when I was by the barricade taking photos like I did every night, when suddenly my head began to spin and my eyes became blurry.

I could no longer hear the music as the venue faded to black around me, enveloping me in a pitch black void.

When I awoke, bright LED lights practically blinded me.

I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t let me.

No, scratch that.

A heavy body lay over half of my torso.

A dark-haired head lay on my chest, rising and falling slightly along with my breaths.

Noah.

I reached my hand up and stroked his hair away from his face gently.

He stirred and looked up at me with worried eyes, before lunging up and engulfing me in a crushing bear hug.

“I was so worried about you!” He exclaimed into my hair.

I didn’t know what to say, so I settled for pulling him in closer.

“The doctors think that you’re burned out and exhausted. You’ve been working yourself too hard with doing assistant tour manager, assistant photographer as well as working for other bands on top of Bad Omens. You need to lighten your workload.” Noah explained.

“But-“ I went to argue but he cut me off.

“I understand you love what you do. Trust me I understand how much this sucks. But you seriously need to slow down. I have been so worried about you all tour, and now you’re in fucking hospital. Let me help you.” Noah pleaded.

“I-“ I tried to argue, but he was right.

I was pushing myself far too much, therefore I was exhausted.

Being burned out explained why I had been sleeping so much on this tour. it explained why I felt so awful constantly.

And worst of all, I had been worrying Noah.

“Fine. I’ll slow down.” I sighed. “But promise me that no one will get mad at me.”

“Baby, nobody is mad at you.” Noah comforted, rubbing my arm with his large hand.

“Really.” I asked quietly.

He simply nodded his head and pulled me into his chest.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re safe with me.” He whispered, kissing the top of my head. “You need to take breaks sometimes, you told me that yourself.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” I laughed.

Noah always knew exactly what to do or say no matter what the situation was.

He just understood.

[feathernotes]

BACKGROUNDS IN WEBCOMICS

I want to talk about sustainability in your work process, featuring our fave: Backgrounds. How to simplify, convey, and deliver in comics! (examples include Phantomarine, Wychwood, Shaderunners and Ghost Junk Sickness) The usual suspect to burnout is often the workload involved. Many ppl who FULL HAM on pages that def need a detail cut for many reasons Main one being: You don’t need excessive detail to tell whats happening in a small panel, in fact, less is better. When you observe a page in its entirety, where does the eye travel? Where does the eye stop? Having a fully rendered BG in multiple panels can actually be a huge distraction, on top of the time it takes to get there. So how do you balance?

In Phantomarine, the most detailed panel is the establishing one, it holds our characters and allows readers to understand the positions they're all in/standing at. Its one panel that provides a specific telling detail: the railings behind Phae indicate we're on the boat.

In the bottom left panel,the artist uses the railings again, but doesnt have to render the lights, floor boards, or sea to show where we were, then uses the colours of said BG and mood to paint the rest of the page. This is where colours/gradients and small objects save the day! The same example is here, just flipped. The establishing shot shares DETAILS that you need to show the readers where we are, then the BG of Pavel eating food isnt over whelmed with background characters or other details that get in the way of the ACTION that is to be conveyed

it would be rather distracting if we were to see Pavel eat that bowl, with sooo many more details involved in the panel- instead, the drapes, hues of light, and clever sound effects tell us what is happening. Wychwood does the very same with establishing shots, then KEY DETAILS to provide the reader with where the character is standing, without sacrificing the facial expressions and details of the CHARACTERS that we need to get across

Most detail is in the top panel, the BAR that Julian holds onto is a KEY PIECE to show where they are in the BG already established. Perfect use of BG! Get used to thinking of those key details when changing scenes and establishing shots!

Pick those key details to tell the reader where they are and draw that. If you have a library scene, please just draw that BG once! Take a specific bookcase or key feature, use blocked shapes and colours, and make it less detailed than the provided establishing shot. I also wanna talk about : Action Scenes Focusing on the ACTION of the scenes is SO important when you have them, and often details get lost when a creator focuses on details that can distract a reader! My advice? Most action scenes are best without/need little backgrounds. A few shots from Ghost Junk Sickness demonstrate this. We're paying attention to the action- we've been established where we are before, so let's play in the sandbox now.

Have a panel or two peppered in there, with the same principal as above to ground where your character is, but do not add a BG in every panel. It instantly takes away from the action when it's not integrated as well, and it takes SO MUCH MORE TIME to draw that sequence!

Read More amazing tips: Here are some GREAT examples by the creators of ShadeRunners, HERE who break down how they do backgrounds ( AND CROWD SHOTS!!!!)

TL;DR: Comics are a MULTITUDE of skills and needs. It takes a lot of time and work to pull it off, so working with methods that make it easiest for you as the creator is what will help you maintain that momentum and stability you need! Good luck and get comicking!

[aperrywilliams]

Satellite Call. Part III: Now I'll Keep My Secret (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

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Author Masterlist | Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Words count for this part: 4.5k

Series summary: Your world crushes when Spencer is arrested. Between finding a way to get him out and keeping you afloat, there is something else you need to focus on, too. And even when you thought things couldn’t go worse, a tragedy makes you question if you can make it through.

Part III summary: You try to navigate between helping your husband to get out of jail and grasping the idea of having a baby. You don´t want to tell him yet, but every day gets harder and harder.

Series warnings: ANGST (with CAPS). 18+ (MDNI). Some heavy topics will be discussed and shown here. Prison arc, but mostly from Reader's perspective and Emily’s. More detailed under the cut.

Spencer lies to his wife. Drug consumption (against their will). Pregnancy symptoms. Spencer is in jail for more than three months. Hospital visits, doctor’s info dumping (not accurate). Alcohol consumption. Arguing. Strong language. A lot of crying. Emotional breakdowns. A car crash happens (as in the CM storyline). Character dies. More hospital things. Miscarriage. More angst. Depressing symptoms. Mourning. Self-doubt. Suicidal ideation, and almost consummated. Emily is everyone’s emotional support.

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It's been a whole month, and still, there has been little progress in getting Spencer out of jail. It doesn't help that the team needs to keep working on other cases. Serial killers don’t stop because one of the BAU members is falsely accused of murder.

Emily has been doing her best to balance the workload without putting Spencer’s case aside, and you are grateful she is managing to keep things rolling and preventing the team from crushing. Honestly, this past month has been hard for everyone, especially you. And after discovering you were pregnant, it only got harder. There were days of thinking about how to process the news and then what you wanted to do. Finally, you decide you want to have the baby, although you won’t tell Spencer yet. You don’t want him to worry about another thing that isn’t to get out of jail.

“What does Fiona say about a new hearing?” You ask your husband in your regular weekly visit. 

“She doesn't think it can be arranged if there is no new evidence to justify a change in my status,” Spencer explains, a tired look on his face.

“But we can prove there was someone else in that room. There is a reasonable doubt about you committing the murder, right?” You try to reason.

“They will say it's my accomplice. I don't know; Fiona doesn't seem convinced,” Spencer adds and immediately tries to change the focus, seeing your disappointment. “It’s okay. We’ll figure out what else can be done. But now I want to know about you. Last week, you said you got a stomach bug. Are you feeling better?”

Indeed, on the day of your last visit, you had pretty bad morning sickness, and Spencer noticed your pale face. So you lied, saying it was a stomach bug.

“Yeah. Much better, actually.”

“You sure? It seemed serious. Maybe a doctor’s check would be a good idea.”

“Spence, I’m fine. Really. Nothing to worry about.”

You hate to lie this way to him, but seeing how worried he is because of a stomach bug, you don’t fathom how it would be for him knowing a baby is growing inside of you.

You leave him with the promise to get checked so your health doesn’t get worse. And it’s not a complete lie because you indeed have a doctor's appointment, but it’s for your first sonogram.

Although you have been feeling okay, you don’t think you can do this alone, so you ask Emily to go with you.

When Emily arrives at your apartment to pick you up and drive you to the hospital, she asks, “How are you feeling?”

“Weird.”

It is not as eloquent as you want it to be, but it is a good summary. Emily raises an eyebrow, seizing your response.

“A good weird or a bad weird?”

You purse your lips in thinking for a moment.

“A weird-weird,” you shrug, sitting at the barstool where you are drinking a mug of tea. “I mean, I know I’m growing a human being inside my body, but I can’t fully understand it yet. It doesn't feel real.”

Emily understands better than you think she does, but she won’t tell you that.

“So I should infer you’re not ready for today,” she assumes. And you nod in acknowledgment.

It’s not the ideal scenario. You haven’t told Spencer yet, and you don’t want to tell anyone else, so you ask Emily to keep the secret for a while.

The drive to the hospital is mostly silent. Emily doesn’t want to overwhelm you talking about Spencer’s case or anything stressful, so she lets the music fill the space.

In the waiting room, you can’t stop bouncing your leg. A treat you got from Spencer in all these years knowing each other.

Emily notices. “It’s going to be okay,” she assures you, with a comforting hand on your knee. You look at her and sigh.

“I hope so.”

A doctor peeks at the waiting room and spots you.

“Mrs. Reid? We are ready for you,” he announces with a warm smile.

Both you and Emily nod and follow him to the procedure room.

After all the protocol questions, he asks you to lie down on the gurney.

“We’ll do a check on the baby now,” the doctor explains as he applies the cold gel to your lower belly.

Emily can feel your nervousness even if you are good at masking it. Gently, she squeezes your hand in reassurance. You take a deep breath and brace for what’s coming next.

The monitor turns to life with the image of your womb. There is a tiny bubble beating there.

“There you go. Your baby is there. Let’s see. Shape and size as they have to be. Now let’s hear the heartbeats.” After switching some buttons, the room fills with fast tumps—your baby’s heartbeat. If there is any doubt about the reality of all of this, now it’s undeniable. Your eyes fill with tears, and you can’t stop them from falling.

“Emily-” you manage to say between sobs, and she clutches your hand harder to ground you.

“I know. It's beautiful.”

Spencer should be here, you think. Surely, he would have said a lot of facts about your baby's size and development at this point of pregnancy. And there is no doubt he would have cried as you are doing now.

“Everything looks fine. You need to keep taking your vitamins, try to avoid stressful situations, and eat properly. The baby needs all the nutrients you can provide. Book your next appointment for the next month,” the doctor instructs as he hands you copies of your sonogram and report.

The indications are very clear, but how do you explain to him that your world is anything but not stressful right now?

“Thank you. We’ll do that.” Emily answers for you, presumably knowing you want to argue about your current situation.

On the trip back to your apartment, as Emily drives, you can’t stop looking at the sonogram images. That tiny bubble is your little one. The heartbeat you heard at the doctor’s office is yours and Spencer's baby's.

“Will you tell him now?” Emily asks, already knowing what you are thinking about.

“I - I don’t think so. Not yet, at least.” You see how Emily’s brows furrow. “I will. Of course, I will. I just don’t think it's the time. Not when we don't have any progress to get him out.”

Emily doesn't agree with your decision, but she respects it. She also respects your wishes not to tell the team.

“You understand you can’t hide it forever, don’t you?” Emily points to your belly.

“Yes. I know.”

Besides keeping the news between you both, you agree with Emily on some adjustments to your routine. You are traveling with the team in some cases. Still, you don’t go to the field so often, staying in the precincts working on the geographical profile, something it doesn't pick too much attention knowing Spencer is who usually does that, and he can’t at the moment.

You visit Spencer whenever you have the chance, sometimes two times a week. There are days rougher than others. The lack of evidence to tie Scratch to Spencer’s case is frustrating, but you try to keep your spirit up for your husband’s sake and yours.

There is a very shitty one when you see Spencer’s face bruised. He tells you everything is fine, but how can you believe that when your husband has been beaten in jail and you couldn’t do anything to help him? Those days are the worst when, plus the impotence you feel, you wonder about whether it's a good idea to tell him about your pregnancy. But you don’t. Each time, you relent and leave with a heavy secret literally growing inside of you.

When Spencer is denied bail for the second time, you want to punch someone, anyone. Two months in jail, and it seems like an eternity.

That night, alone in your apartment, you let yourself cry to loosen some of the frustration. But when you feel a buzz in your belly, it is like a switch is pulled up, and you can’t help but stop sobbing. The foreign feeling has you with your hands on your lower stomach, wondering what the hell was that.

Maybe it’s your imagination. Your doctor said quickening happens around 16 to 20 weeks in pregnancy, but with first babies, it can be later. The math says it can be a possibility - you're in your 18th week - and the thought of that happening is enough to ground you in the present to focus. Your baby needs you the same as they need their father.

“Okay, let’s see. You tracked the bullet found for Matamoros’ police in the truck Spencer was driving, and it's tied to murders on the border?” Emily asks Penelope after she gathers the whole team in the conference room to debrief the latest findings in Spencer’s case.

“Wait. The police never mentioned fired guns being involved. Why are we knowing this now?” You ask Garcia for clarification.

“Because that was the only thing they didn’t include on their first report,” Garcia explains. “They updated it after we got Spencer transferred to American soil, and they didn't notify us. I found it because of a report from San Juan police linking Matamoros’ discovery with a new case of theirs,” she points to the screen when the comparison between bullets is shown.

“Then the gun is active. So is Scratch’s partner,” Rossi infers.

“When Garcia?” you rush to ask.

“This morning. I did the digging and called you immediately.” You look to Emily to make the decision you know is the obvious. Emily shakes her head.

“No, we’re not going to the border. We need more.”

“Emily, it’s our chance to get Scratch’s partner!” you argue. Luke backs you up.

“We don’t have anything else by now. We should go.”

Rossi speaks up. “It could be nothing. Emily is right. We need more to go after him.”

“What if we can’t get more than this?!” you stand from your seat. “It’s been two months, and it’s the first time we have something more than conjectures.”

“And if we don’t have anything else, we can screw this up and lose any chance to get him. You know that,” Emily tries to reason with you, but you only scoff in response.

“All of us want to get Spencer out of jail, but we need to be cautious.” This time, it is JJ who tries to de-escalate, but you’re already exasperated.

“Sure, since it's not your husband who is locked up in a dirty cell for a crime he didn't commit! You don’t know anything! You don't know how frustrating it is not to be able to help him and to fear every day that his life is in danger!” You’re yelling at this point. 

JJ doesn’t know what to say, and the team only looks at your outburst in silence. But Emily's firm voice calls out your name, and before she can lecture you, you huff and walk out of the room.

The bathroom is the only place you can come up to hide. Closing the door behind you, you start to pace, trying to think of a way to get out of your frustration. 

You want to cry. You want to scream.

You know the team has good intentions, and they’re right about being cautious. You’d say the same in other circumstances. But now? Without much thought and motivated by rage, you punch the wall with your fist.

The sharp feeling running from your fist to your hand and then your arm is enough to stop the rush in your head. A pained grunt escapes your lips. And then nothing, just the throb in your knuckles that brings you to reality.

“Fuck!”

Panting, you grab your injured hand with the other, and it's when you notice the bleeding. Your knuckles are bleeding. You don't know if it's the pain of the broken skin or the sadness of your heart, but with your back against the wall, you slide to the floor. Sitting with your arms around your knees, crying your eyes out.

At that moment, Emily gets in the bathroom and sees you on the floor. All the alarms start blaring in her head.

“Hey, hey. What happened?” she crouches and notices your hand. “Honey, you are injured. What did you do?”

“What can I do? Emily, what can I do?” you sob, and Emily engulfs you in a tight embrace.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

“I can’t - I don't -” you babble as Emily sways you gently in her arms. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I can’t imagine how hard it is for you, but from all the people I have known in my life, there is no one that can do this but you. It’s okay. I promise it will be okay,” she whispers, trying to soothe your sobs. It works at some point. Your breathing is still shaken, but the tears subside. “Come on, we need to check your hand,” Emily says, helping you to get up.

She helps you clean off the blood and takes you to her office, not before calling an EMT to check your hand. There is no broken bone, just some torn skin and a nasty bruise. Emily asks for a check on your blood pressure and other vitals. You are pregnant, and she is worried. The EMT concludes that everything looks fine.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble after you are both left alone in Emily’s office.

“Don’t apologize. We understand.” 

And although you know they do, you are still sorry about losing your temper in the conference room.

“Even though it’s true stress and hormones are feasting at my expense, that doesn't justify my behavior.”

Emily scoffs. “You go too hard on yourself sometimes.”

Possibly, she’s right. But have you the luxury of not to?

Emily instructs Garcia to keep track of the San Juan case and compare any other piece of evidence besides the bullets' match. A new case arrives, and this time, Rossi will be in charge, flying to Tulsa with Tara, JJ, Luke, Matt, and Stephen.

“Why are you not going?” you ask Emily when everyone but her gets their go-bags and disappears on the elevator. You know why you won’t go, but Emily?

“I have more pressuring matters here,” she solemnly states. The frown on your face says you don’t understand what she refers to.

“About Spencer?” you guess, but Emily shakes her head.

“About another friend, who happens to be Spencer’s wife.” Before you ask what she means, Emily continues. “A very good friend of mine is having a hard time, and I’m sure we need to talk about it. Really talk about it.”

True to her word, Emily takes you to your apartment and stays with you all afternoon. You cook, eat, and talk. 

It's comforting to have a friend like Emily Prentiss. Sometimes you forget it because she is your boss too, but you can’t have asked for a better friend than her.

“Why didn't you tell me all these things before?” she asks after you recount some details of your emotional rollercoaster in the past weeks.

“What’s the point? I mean, you already have a lot on your plate trying to be my boss,” you joke to lighten the mood.

“Really? Is that your excuse?” Emily scoffs, knowing you’re deflecting. You shrug in resignation.

“The part of you having a lot on your plate is true, though.”

“Never is a lot when we are talking about our friends,” she reminds you. “Maybe I don’t always have the answers for everything, but at least I’m a good listener. You know that.”

Emily is right. She has been there for you since the beginning. When you joined the team a year later than her, Emily quickly became your best friend. She was the one who encouraged you to make a move on Spencer after you admitted having feelings for him. You’ll be grateful for it for the rest of your life.

Spending the afternoon talking to your friend and verbalizing what's bothering you makes you feel lighter at the end of the day and gives you a sense of normality amidst the chaos.

When you go to bed that night, you grab the picture of your last sonogram and contemplate it for a while. You’ll get another one next week. Rubbing your belly, you smile to yourself.

“Are you ready for another photo session? We are collecting all your pictures for when Daddy comes home. Will you pose for him in the next one?” You feel a buzz in your lower stomach, like the one you felt some days before. You are sure it's your baby this time. 

“Okay, then. I’ll take that as a yes,” you say, chuckling as your mind wanders to a particular moment.

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You were at Rossi’s celebrating JJ’s second pregnancy announcement. You and Spencer were freshly married at the moment. At some point, Spencer approached you, seeing you were alone in a corner, nursing a beer. “Hey,” he said, kissing your cheek. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing here all by herself?” You chuckled at his attempt to flirt. “Spencer Reid, you already married me. You don't need to try to impress me, you know?” Spencer’s grin almost left you breathless. God, you were so madly in love. “I’ll never stop telling you how pretty and amazing you are. If you don’t like it, sue me." With his arm wrapped around your waist, he pulled you in for a kiss.  A burst of laughter drew you out of your moment. You turned to see the team joking around with the expecting parents. Spencer kept his arms around you, allowing your head to rest on his chest. "Do you think we’ll be like that someday?" you asked Spencer, watching Will and JJ with Henry, feeling their joy about another baby on the way. Spencer rested his chin on your shoulder. "I do. We’ll get there someday.”

-

Penelope’s intel pays off in some way. The bullet they are tracking could be tied to an older BAU case. The name Lindsey Vaughn rings louder as they can identify the gun she’s been using to kill men in the past months.

It's still too early to know where she is and how she’s connected to Scratch, though. But having a name is better than nothing.

With the current caseload and the leads for Spencer’s case, you don't have the heart to ask Emily to join you for your new sonogram appointment, so you decide to go alone.

When Dr. Alberts sees you coming in, he greets you with a smile.

“Mrs. Reid. It's good to see you. Please, take a seat on the gurney, please.”

New questions follow the routine ones: ‘Have you felt it kicking?’ ‘Have you had new cravings?’ ‘Have you considered having a C-section?’’

Of all the things he could have said, the one that leaves you reeling is, "Did you notice you're starting to show by now?" 

Damn. It’s still subtle, but it's clearly there. With everything happening around you, it wasn't a pressing concern. But now, it means you'll have to either find a way to hide it or tell everyone—including Spencer—that you're expecting a baby.

The second big news is the baby’s gender. Dr. Alberts asks you if you want to know, and despite your nervousness, you say yes.

“Okay, let’s take a look,” he murmurs as he moves the wand over your belly, concentrating on the monitor. “Yes, I can see it now—or rather, I can’t see it.” He turns to face you with a smile. “Congratulations, Mrs. Reid! You’re having a girl.”

A girl. You’re having a girl.

The first thought in your mind is how a daddy’s girl your baby will be. Knowing Spencer, she’ll have him wrapped around her little finger in no time.

You leave the doctor’s office with a warm feeling in your chest. Maybe it's time to let the world know. But first, Spencer. So you’ll wait for your visit at the end of the week.

That day, Milburn greets you the same way it has since your first visit, with grey walls and fluorescents tilting in the hall's ceilings. As always, you wait in the same booth while the inmates enter the room and take a seat in front of their respective visitors.

You wait for your husband, fiddling with your wedding ring, a thing you do when you are nervous. Just a couple of minutes later, Spencer walks in. When he spots you, a subtle smile appears on his face.

“Hi,” you murmur, returning him a curve up of your lips. 

“Hi, love,” he says, his voice low so only you can hear him.

“How are you?” You don’t expect things to be great in a place like this, but given the circumstances, you ask in the hope that nothing worse has happened.

“As good as it can be,” Spencer shrugs, and you can feel he’s holding back. “This week, there are no bruises, so it's good, right?” He gives you a tight-lip smile.

“Jesus Christ, Spencer,” you scold him because of his dark humor. You can’t blame him, though. You do the same all the time.

“I’m sorry. It wasn't my intention to upset you,” he apologizes. You shake your head.

”It’s okay. I know. It's just - God. If I could - I don’t know - kidnap you from here and keep you locked in a room until everything gets fixed, I would.”

Spencer’s eyes soften. He knows you are talking out of frustration and in an attempt to regain some control in a situation over which you have no control whatsoever.

“Too much time working with the BAU, honey,” Spencer scoffs jokingly. A chuckle escapes your lips at his remark.

“You should really be worried. The moment you get out of here, I’m going to confine you to the apartment permanently,” you warn. Spencer’s eyebrows furrow in fake confusion. “What? You are not the only one allowed to use witty remarks in this relationship, okay?”

Spencer can’t help but notice you look kind of different today. Actually, you have looked different in the past weeks. There is something in your skin, the way you talk, the glint in your eyes. Despite everything, you look beautiful and glowing. Spencer has always thought you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, but not being able to be with you in the past months has enhanced every detail he misses about you.

You raise an eyebrow when there is no response from Spencer. You notice him looking at you, lost in thought.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, calling his attention back to you.

“I miss you,” he blurts out. And your heart aches at the confession. A mutual feeling that only gets worse at night in the loneliness of your shared apartment, only bearable in the past months because you know there is a part of him growing inside of you.

“I miss you, too. More than you can even imagine.” 

You feel your heart pounding in your chest. It's time to tell him everything. But how can you even start?

“I promise. Things will be different. Once this ends, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Sure. You already know things will be different, but not in the way Spencer is probably thinking. 

“Spence,” you start, “there is something we need to talk about.” Spencer looks at you, trying to read your expression. It is serious, almost solemn. It must be something important.

“Okay,” he says, more like a question than a statement. He knows you need time to collect your thoughts and choose your words, but the silence is killing him. And the anxiety betrays him. “If it's about the delay of my trial, Fiona already told me. It's not necessarily a bad thing.”

Every word rehearsed in your mind is long forgotten when you register what Spencer has said.

“What?”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrow at your question. “It isn’t what you are talking about?”

“Why are they delaying it? For how long?” That’s when Spencer realizes you were referring to another thing and that you didn’t even know what he was talking about at all. 

“I—uh. They decided to add a new charge.” He notices how your expression changes from confusion to horror. “Fiona says it's not uncommon in cases like this,” Spencer tries to explain, but you shake your head. 

“Why didn't you tell me? When did this happen?” 

“I’m sorry. I thought Emily had already told you. I got a notification two days ago.”

You definitely need to have a word with Emily about this. Why didn’t she tell you?

“But, baby. It's okay. We can see it as a way to buy time, you know? To get more evidence to exonerate me. Now that I can remember Lindsey in the room, we can go faster to link Scratch to all of this.”

To buy time? You can’t see it like it is. If anything, it means the baby will be here before even your husband's trial. It's stressful enough to think about the uncertainty of the circumstantial case Fiona is building, but now? With a new charge?

“Are you listening to me?” Spencer’s worried voice brings you back from your thoughts.

“Yeah. Yeah. It's just- I wasn't expecting something like that,” you tell him honestly.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you did know. But you wanted to talk about something. What is it?”

It's pointless to tell him now. It will put more pressure on him, and you are not ready either after this news.

Just then, the vibration of your smartwatch on your wrist distracts you from what you should or should not say to Spencer. You glance at the device. A text from Garcia reads: ‘We have a location.’

It's not time to discuss the subject right now. If Garcia has a location, maybe you can speed up everything to end this ordeal once and for all.

“I’m sorry. I need to go,” you tell Spencer, giving him an apologetic look.

Spencer’s eyes widen at your words.

“But - but you were - what happened?”

“I need to be at the BAU. There is an urgent case,” you lie, standing up from your seat. Spencer is confused, but he doesn’t pry. “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay. Okay. Take care, okay?”

“I will,” you smile at him to ease his worry. You know Spencer is utterly confused right now, but you can’t tell him what’s going on. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You barely hear his words before quickly leaving the room. It's incredible how, in one minute, you went into alert mode. You are not happy about leaving Spencer still in the dark, but maybe, if you are lucky, you will put an end to this limbo today.

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[deargaz]

am so bloody distracted by your tumblr header... like sir please why do you have to look THAT good

anywayss thinking of "right person wrong time" with kyle and meeting him again in the future and him wanting to make things right this time. im down bad for second chance trope 😔✊🏻

his face is so distracting sometimes i just get distracted while staring at my header and forget why i even opened tumblr. you're so real for this anon, AND UGH RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME HURTS SO MUCH.

i can imagine you meeting him before he was promoted to being a sergeant. it was sweet, the love between you both undying, just growing more with each date and kiss you’d share with him. you two were inseparable, and no one had ever made you feel so special, so seen.

until he was promoted, the workload increased and it became hard for him to juggle between you and his work, to maintain a balance. maybe he really was the world’s biggest asshole for dropping you for his work in the first place, growing distant and going to the base everytime his captain would call him.

you had begun hating the name ‘captain price’. you hadn’t seen that man, and you sure as hell didn’t want to, ever.

the break up was messy, tears and desperation and the most annoying part was that he was somewhat calm, promising you that he still loved you — just can’t be with you. as if that’d make anything better. but you knew how important it was to him, resulting in you letting him go. his work was important, his effort. deep within your head, you had internalized that it was all your fault, that you had gotten in his way.

four years passed, both of you didn’t particularly talk ever again, nor saw each other — until he bumped into you during his break on a street, his words dying in his throat once he laid his eyes upon you. you still looked the same, the same person he had fallen in love with.

god knows how much he had mourned his decision, that’s what being young was all about anyways, being all stupid. he knew better now, knew that he still loved you. it was a weird, sickening feeling — this sudden wave of nostalgia, affection and guilt — especially when you looked at him with wide eyes, just as shocked.

“hey…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say. what could he even say at this point? but there was one thing he knew for sure — he’d spend as much time as possible apologizing to you, confessing his love over and over as if it were a prayer — because it is. a prayer, a confession. he’d do anything to have you back. anything. he knows his priorities now dove, he promises.

“wanna go grab some coffee?” he prayed that you’d agree, to let him be your one and only forever.

[disarraydoodlez]

Christmas List Erased Day 11: Rick Skellington! "WHATS THIS? WHATS THIS?" its a very confused Rick Shades doing his best to participate in the festivities with everyone else. Unfortunately he's only seen two christmas movies so far( one of them being The Nightmare Before Christmas) he just believes dead men are a part of the holiday. This is Kiri writing this today ( I'm the main sketch artist on this account) because Jam has gone mad with power after finishing the Krampus Zora piece(which he did a fantastic job on!) so the responsibility of writing up this post fell to me. This challenge has been pretty difficult and time consuming but has been a lot of fun at times. Hopefully we figure out how to balance out our workload so we don't have to be in crunch time mode so often. (though my complete inability to restrain myself while making the sketch doesn't help) But working together with a friend on projects like this have been a blast and have been really rewarding. i hope we can continue like this! The pose for this one gave me a lot of trouble for whatever reason but once i got passed that this was pretty fun to draw and came along much faster, with exception for the stripes for obvious reasons. Anyway i hope you enjoy!

[abcd-adventures]

Ya'll responding to the mustache post absolutely cracked me up! Thank you! :) The mustache is currently still present...but we have a date tonight for our wedding anniversary, and I'm considering letting him know that if he intends to get lucky after the date, he should probably SHAVE! Lol

My work-life balance has not been great recently. I previously mentioned that my new boss is not really qualified for the position...and she's not...but I have appreciated that she has recognized that the workload on our team is extremely inequitable. In addition to really working hard to try to learn her job, she has been dogged in expecting more accountability from the team. She's only been there a month and she's putting one of my coworkers on a performance improvement plan...something he should have been put on THREE YEARS AGO because he's been performing this way for as long as I've been there. Cautiously optimistic. I would like to do less. I would like to see fewer clients, but I have told every boss the same thing I told this one--I will not transfer anyone unless I have faith that they will receive proper care. I don't doubt they'll receive proper care from this coworker, I KNOW they will not.

I am trying to figure out how to better fit workouts into my life. B used to start preschool at 9, so I woke up at 5:30 to have some alone time. Now, B wakes up at 5:30 and we have to be out the door to leave for school at 7:20. I have TRIED waking up earlier, but it is soooo difficult, and when I do, I definitely don't feel like doing anything more than dragging myself downstairs for coffee so it's not worth it. And, despite me always doing mornings, we alternate bed times, so I have to do that whole routine every other night on top of making dinner/pre-making lunches and snacks, cleaning up, pre-making the coffee, and walking the dog (and sometimes finishing up my notes from the workday). By the time I'm done, it's like 8pm and I don't feel like working out then either...besides, sometimes I want to read for a bit and I have to fit in quality time with my husband. On nights when I don't have to do bedtime, I try to fit in a quick 15-20 minute yoga or weights workout, but that's not always consistent (and that's mostly on me because sometimes I just want a BREAK...). How do ya'll do it!?!?!?! I'm thinking about signing up for a dance subscription and doing a dance workout with B? Like, even if he doesn't do the actual moves and we just make bouncing around fun...? Maybe? Like, if I can incorporate him into it, it would be quality family time AND a workout? Maybe will try it out this weekend.

[actuallyvalerie]

🖤 Commissions are open! 🖤 I’m opening an ongoing queue for custom arts — both SFW and NSFW. _______________________________________________

The first small batch of commissions I took was a test run — with lower, experimental pricing. I wanted to see if I could handle the process comfortably and responsibly

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