#im gonna go to my class and find my pencil

[caramelmochacrow]

i dont want to draw >:C (he doesnt have his favorite pencil)

[s0dium]

PEEPING TOM

A/n: Its good to be back, I also will be doing kink tober! Yay!

Synopsis: In which you find a peephole in your wall, allowing you to spy on your neighbor Gojo Satoru

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Peeping Tom, mutual masturbation, masturbation, slight dub-con, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, breeding, Dom!Gojo, fingering, rough sex

MINORS DNI

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The first time it happened, it was an accident.

It was day numero uno in your new dorm at Tokyo Jujutsu High. You were hesitant at first enrolling, being suddenly uprooted from an overall normal life into a world of curses and sorcerers was a, well, definitely a shocking experience for you. In fact, today was a boring blur for you, by the time you were done moving in it was nightfall and the only people you met were principle yaga and an old guy.

So you didn't expect the most exciting part of your day would be finding a peep hole right at eye view of you when you sat up on your bed. 

Of course you pay no attention to it, this was a pretty old Japanese building after all. It was when you were searching up what the hell “spackle was” when you heard a loud “FUCK” coming from the other side of the wall. 

Well that's interesting.

You know it's wrong, you wouldn't want peering in on you. But curiosity got the better of you as you sat down on your bed and aligned your eye with the hole. 

From what you could see, your nameless neighbors room was pretty neat, but your mind went completely blank when a set of abs came into your vision, followed by the side profile of one of the most handsome white haired man you had ever seen.

So yeah, the first time you peeped on your neighbor was a mistake. 

The second time. Not so much. 

~

"Hey! My name is y/n l/n im your neighbor"

Piercing blue eyes look you up and down and your breath catches in your throat. His eyes, framed by a shock of defiantly white hair, hold a mysterious depth that seems to invite you into an endless ocean of secrets. They twinkle with a mischievous glint.  His lips, full and inviting, flash you a devilish smile that hints at an irreverent sense of humor. The white hair man leans on the door frame.

“Ahh so your the new girl”

You gulp, trying to keep your eyes from raking over his well built body that were sporting sweat pants that rode just slightly low on his hips and a black shirt that exposed the tone muscles of his arms. 

Lawd have mercy, we must stay focused, we must stay focused. 

"Yeah uh, I just wanted to get your name, you know, since we are gonna be neighbors and all….." You trail off at the end, fiddling with the ends of your uniform skirt.

You can feel his eyes bore into your head as you averted his gaze. He chuckles and blows out air from his nose in amusement.

“Gojo satoru. You can call me Satoru, since you know, we are going to be neighbors and all” He almost coos mockingly.

You nod and hold out your hand.

“Nice to meet you Satoru.”

~

For the next two weeks you find yourself slowly adjusting into your new life. You spend most of your time either training or hanging out with your new friend Shoko, since you are deemed ‘too new’ for any missions which is fine by you. During this your interactions and conversations with Gojo are kept rather short. You laugh at the jokes he and Geto come up with during class, roll your eyes at the snarky comments he makes about how ‘new’ you are, and occasionally even give him a smile in the hall. But for some reason you can't seem to get him out of your head; your eyes often wandering to stare at the back of his white hair during lessons, watching how his long digits gracefully twirl a pencil around, finding yourself wondering what else he can do with those fingers.

And it is for those very reasons you find yourself lying in your bed, unable to sleep.

Huffing, you sat up in your bed and turned on the light on your night stand. As you leaned toward the wall to grab your phone, that’s when you heard it. 

A faint groan. 

….

You shouldn’t.

It's wrong. You already peeped once, and that’s enough. 

But god, curiosity is killing you right now. It was eating away at your brain like termites and you couldn’t seem to let the question go. 

So you made a promise. One look. One final quick last look and that would be it. 

Oh how curiosity killed the cat. 

The moment your eye was aligned with the hole, your mind went blank and in front of you was a sight ever to behold.

There on white bed sheets was Gojo, shirtless, sweatpants slightly lowered furiously fisting his dick. For a couple seconds, you couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him; how beautiful he looked with his head thrown back, the glide of his hand up and down his long dick and how the top of his fist captured his redish pink tip with every thrust. 

Once the initial shock was over you immediately pulled away, hand covering your mouth to silence your gasp. You should've never looked, never crossed the threshold between curiosity and invasion of privacy. But as you move away to go back to sleep and forget all about this, you wince.

Oh no.

An all too familiar ache has started to form between your thighs and you felt your stomach twist into knots and form into a million butterflies. Frantically, you pull down your short, silently cursing when your eyes are met with a small damp stain at the base of your underwear. 

This couldn't be happening. Quickly you crawled back under your covers and turned off the lights, praying that the feeling would go away. Surprise surprise, it didnt. 

Biting your lip, you grabbed a pillow and placed it between your legs, squeezing your thighs together. A couple seconds later without realizing it you had started to slowly roll your hips on the soft object, desperately seeking some way to alleviate your pain. 

But it seemed like that only made things worse. 

Your skin was buzzing, and your breaths had turned deep and heavy. The slick accumulating in your cunt has started to become borderline uncomfortable and the twisting in your stomach didnt seem to cease. You needed release. 

One more look. One more look than one orgasm and thats it. 

Frantically you crawled back to the small hole, letting out a soft whimper when you're met with the sight again. This time his eyes were squeezed shut, and white substance filled the space between his fingers as he hurriedly fisted himself. Without even thinking, you slipped a hand under your underwear and letting out a sigh of relief when your index finger came in contact with your clit. 

Quick, you'd make this quick.

Using your wetness, you began to circle your finger around the nerve, falling into a slow rythm. You tried your best to cover the wet clicking sounds coming from your ministrations, but after a couple minutes you couldnt see to care any more. You let your mind drift to thoughts of Satoru. How would he look above you, sweaty and in euphoria? Oh you bet his dick would feel so good inside of you, fill you up and hit all the right places. Fuck it you'd probably let him cum in you, spill his seed in your cunt and fill you up over and over again.

Your movements had become frantic now as you desperately chased your orgasm and from what you could tell it seemed like he was getting close too. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to suppress the moans and your thighs started to tremble as you got closer to finishing. Suddenly, your stomach dipped and tightened as a surge of mind numbing pleasure took over you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth falling agape. 

After a couple seconds passed, you were left panting and you dazedly glanced back through the hole to find that Satrou had also finished; white streams of cum painting his toned stomach and fist. 

You blink back the euphoria that slowly escaped your brain.

Ok. Never again. 

~

That was a lie. 

You started to pick up the fact that Gojo had a routine. He’d jack off once in the morning and once at night, and boy, where the sounds impossible to ignore. So, you started to fall into this routine with Gojo. On cue, when you heard his shaky breath and silent whimpers, your hand would automatically slip into your pants, circling around your wetness to the sound of his shaky sighs. On the days you slept through the ones in the morning and missed it as night as well, you’d touch yourself on your own time, cumming over and over again to the thought of Gojo pumping his thick cock in and out of you. 

You didn't know what the end goal was to this and hell you knew it was wrong. But the pleasure was too overwhelming, the sound of Gojo was too overwhelming, too damn compelling.

So here you were again, another night laying next to the peep hole, hand down your pants intently listening to the fast pap pap pap that came from the other side of the way. 

But something was different tonight. Your skin felt like it was on fire. Your walls pulsed and squeezed around nothing with every light rub for your clit. This was becoming dangerous, the pleasure was becoming too much, the thought of gojo fucking you was becoming too much. 

You let out a whine that comes out louder than expected but you can't seem to care. You dig your ass into the mattress and arch your back slightly. You're not thinking of your fingers as your own right no, no, they are Gojo’s long pale ones rubbing fast circles on your throbbing clit. His name falls from your mouth like a silent plea over and over, begging him to fuck you. You're so engrossed in the pleasure that it took you 20 seconds to fully realize that the sounds on the other side of the wall had stopped. Confused, you align your eye with the peep hole and a gasp rips out of your throat.

Instead of finding Gojo’s body layed out your met with the sight of another eye. A blue eye. Staring right back at you. 

You pull away from the wall and cover your mouth. Before you can even process a thought your door swings open and in steps the last person you wanted to see.

"You've been peeping on me." Gojo coos, a shit eating grin spread on his face. Hes disheveled, white hair tousled, black tank top slightly riding up and grey sweat pants riding down showing his white happy trail. But most notable was his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his pants, a slight stain adorning the material right where the tip is. 

"You've been peeping on me!!!" You stammer, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Oh really? Is that the best defense you’ve got?” Gojo chuckles and rakes a hand through his white hair, taking a few steps closer to your bed.

“What are you doing? Get out!”

“Oh? Is that what you really want? You want me to leave?” Gojo is at the foot of your bed now, and your breathing becomes faster when he climbs on. “Because I can leave. I can leave and tell everyone what a little whore you’ve been, listening to me morning and night.”

“You-” You can't even finish your sentence because he's on top of you now, legs on either side of your body and you gaze up helplessly at him.

“Of course I noticed princess,why do you think I was doing it so much anyway?” He places his index under your face  and tilts your chin up so your lips align with his. “Loved hearing those whines…. Wanna hear more so badly” He murmurs before placing his lips onto yours. You sigh into the kiss, letting his warm tongue entangle into yours. He holds the back of your neck to deepen the kiss before peppering his lips along your jawline and your neck. A hand slips below your flimsy tank top and another pulls at the hem of your underwear. Before you know it your completely naked, your chest rising and falling and Gojos hungry eyes scan your body. 

He licks his lips.

“You gonna let me hear more?”

 You gasp when you feel a long finger slide down your slit connecting the wetness before dipping into your tight hole. Gojo leaned close to soothingly press dry lips to your temple. “Shh,” He whispered, the resulting puffs of air washing over the side of your face making you shake. “This your first time being touched like this baby?Or did you not know about this special little g-spot you’ve got right here?” 

Your toes curl when he touches a spot deep inside you that sends bolts of pleasure coursing through your brain. You don’t even notice that he’s pulling down his pants until he pulls his fingers away, a string of wetness connecting his digits with your pussy, and your eyes are met with the sight of his length.

You unconsciously buck your hips up at the sight of it, practically humping the air, and Gojo has to secure your hips down to the bed to prevent you from hurting yourself. You could hear your heart in your ears and adrenaline coursed through your veins at rocket fire speed. The need in between your legs was too much, it was clouding your head and twisting your stomach so tight you almost felt sick. You jolt when his fat tip bumps into your clit; collecting your juices before pressing against your quivering hole.

"Shhhh, we are going to have so much fun together baby.”

You're cut off by the feeling of his length spreading you so helplessly wide and his tip smashing against something which must be your cervix you think. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides into you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock. Instinctively, your cunt squeezed around the foreign intrusion, trying to push it out, making Gojo let oout a low groan of his own and pushing even deeper into you. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said hoarsely.

“Satoru please-”

You dont get to finish the thought because Gojo pulls out and ram back into you with such fever everything goes blank for a second. His thrusts started out shallow and slow, testing the waters for how much he could get away with. What your limits were, and if you could fully take him for what he wanted. But that quickly changed to harsher thrusts, until he’s using you like his personal cock sleeve, shaping your insides and bruising your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity.

Every thrust knocks the wind out of you, his tip smushing right against your cervix only to be pulled out and rammed back in again. And the sounds, god the sounds where sinful. Wet skin against skin echoed through the room the sloshing of cum 

 It was too much, the feeling of your wet gummy walls gripping him so tightly, fuck, his hand felt like sand paper compared to this, how was he able to fucking live without your pussy in the first place.  There was no way Gojo could stop now. His body had kicked into auto pilot, a primal need for you settled in as he thrusted in and out, creating a methodical fast rhythm that echoed in your ears. The sight of you right now, the feeling of your pussy clamped on his dick did not justice to the image his fucked his fist to. No, this was better, this was heaven.

“So good- don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your babbling strung out of your lips too absorbed in the thought of how god damn good he was fucking you, his thick cock driving in and out of your velvet walls. It was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots.

“Say my name baby” he coos and an involuntary cry escapes your lips, a passionate fusion of pleasure and intensity. Amid the overwhelming waves of ecstasy that washed over you,  your mouth began to call out your boyfriend's name. Again and again.

“Beautiful girl, such a natural submissive” he whispered hoarsely. Your stomach coiled with anticipation, heat encircling your core like a tightening cord. Your senses tingled, your mind a haze of desire, all consuming thoughts centered around Gojos electrifying touch. You pressed back into him, arching off a second later and then your hips rocked down. Words became superfluous, you couldn't say anything, not with the way you were panting and twitching, so insanely close to your peak that you wouldn’t ruin it with your words.

“Do it,” Gojo said into your ear with conviction. “Wanna see you cum all over me, fu-fuck, been waiting for that.” 

His words seem to flip a switch in you. The heat on your stomach is unbearable, you can’t take it anymore, it’s consuming you, driving you over the edge so fast that you can’t put a stop on it. Your pussy tightens so hard around Gojos dick that he nearly has to stop his thrusts, your scream is muffled by a hand clamped over your mouth as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. Gojo doesnt stop, He fucks you hard into the futon; your eyes roll back, toes curling as waves of pleasure crash over you, your entire body trembles over his thrusts.

"Oh shit!" He gasps as your cunt clamps around him. He growls something unintelligible as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy. “"Gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up it's what you were made for- ah, fu-uck- cumming!" Gojo pressing him flush against you choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny.

“Wa-wait! N-not ins-si-” You squeal but cut your self off when you feel something deliciously warm enter your battered pussy. You babbled and squirmed as it built and built and built, like there was a dam of his seed spurting into you. You unintentionally, probably instinctually, squeezed around him, drawing more out and he whined and murmured his praise. “Good girl, get as much as you can.” He petted circles over your stomach, over the bulge of where his cock and cum lay. “Such a pretty tummy….” You threw your face into your arms and shook.

The two of you stayed like that for a while–Gojo keeping you plugged with his cock while you both watched your breaths, listening to eachother and occasionally leaning in for a messy kiss.

“So, I guess we are both peeping toms then.”

A/N: Im too lazy to write an ending

[ash5monster01]

could you write todd helping reader in english? like helping her with poetry or just regular homework. also, they are already dating ❤️ im a sucker for established relationships im sorry lol

Study Buddies

Pairing: Todd Anderson x FemReader

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, some language, just sweetness

Summary: Being a student at Welton is difficult and even more so when you already struggle with most of your classes. Thank God you have a sweet boyfriend who is always so willing to help.

word count: 700

Masterlist

The groan you let out immediately causes Todd to lift his head and scan the library for any onlookers. Deer in headlights like always just at the thought of someone paying a semblance of attention to him. You shake your head as you watch him, dropping the pencil in your hand as you completely give up on the assignment in front of you. When Todd realizes the coast is clear he finally turns his attention towards you.

“What’s wrong now?” he curiously asks and you wonder how he ever got comfortable around you if he panicked like that over just a couple of curious looks.

“This homework is impossible. I give up” you tell him, eyes glancing at the chemistry you no longer cared about. Even if you could figure out what all of it meant, the amount you had been given was absurd.

“You don’t give up, you just need a second to collect your thoughts” he says, voice his normal quiet and hushed tone and you watch as his hand reaches and slides the book back towards you. “Give it another go”

“I’d rather die” but the pointed look he gives you convinces you to pick back up the pencil and stare at the images on the page.

“I don’t get it” you pout, half annoyed and half on the verge of tears. Welton was hard, you knew that, but it still broke your spirits just the same.

“Let me see” he says, scooting close enough that his knee bumps against your own. He’s a fool if he thinks there’s any chance you’ll pay attention to your homework now. Not when your extremely adorable boyfriend is now this close to you.

“Oh well that’s easy, here look” but when Todd’s eyes look up to meet your own he can see you’re no longer interested in whatever he’s trying to show you. The look makes his ears tint pink and you can’t help but smile.

“Todd, I don’t want to do my homework anymore” you coo, leaning your face close to him. His head swings again, searching to see if anyone was peaking in on this private interaction. He freezes when your hand reaches up and stops him.

“W-we have to study” he tells you but you let out a soft ‘shh’. Stopping his stuttering and brushing your nose against his own. His face is fire truck red in an instant.

“I’d rather kiss you” you say, hot breath fanning across his lips and you can feel his mouth opening and closing, struggling to find words in this very moment. You love how shy he can still get around you.

“You gonna stop me?” you whisper and he shakes his head in your hand, yearning for it just as much as you. With your grip still on his chin you tip his mouth up and towards your own, sealing it against you.

The soft sigh he lets out causes you to grin against his lips before closing them around his again. You kiss him briefly but enough to make him dizzy. When you pull away his eyes are closed, mind reeling and now suddenly desperate to get far away from here. You chuckle to yourself lightly, watching as he processes the moment between you.

“Can you help me with number 6?” you ask and his eyes snap open, trying to recover from the whiplash you’ve just given him. He’s a mumbling mess, head snapping between you and the text book and you offer him as innocent a grin you can muster.

“Everything okay?” you curiously ask and he smiles, laughing lightly to himself and mentally cursing himself for always falling into your traps. It made sense you were the only girl who was able to lock him down.

“Everything’s just fine” he says, sliding back close and leaning to look at the question. You watch him intently, waiting as he processes the words.

“Okay, listen close” he starts and you grin, eyes casting over the page as you’re now prepared for him to explain. He was right you definitely needed a second to collect your thoughts.

Best mini break ever.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

ok i dont know if you do requests or not but this is just something thats been ricocheting around in my head for days and i need to get it out before my brain completely rots. whether or not you want to write it is up to you i just really needed to share this with a hotch lover.

nonbau!reader knowing that the team have a really tough local case their all working overtime on and deciding to try to cheer them up and destress them a bit so she spend a few hours cooking this amazing delicious meal because she knows they'll probably just get takeout. so she swings by the bau around 6ish with the food and the whole team flock around her and around hugging her and thanking her and immediately digging in.

hotch notices from his office and comes down looking way grouchier than normal and hes like "excuse me we have a case to work on im not sure why youre all standing around when theres work to be done. and r why are you here distracting my team they need to focus" before going back into his office and the team is shook bc aaron has NEVER spoken to you like that before. and youre highkey offended like ?? i spent hours of my time doing a nice thing and im getting bitched at like im his subordinate??

but then you slam your purse down on jjs desk, take your earrings out and put your hair up in a ponytail and youre like "give me 15 minutes and ill have that attitude sorted put no problem." before marching away into hotchs office locking the door and drawing the shades and derek and emily are crying laughing cause they know exactly whats about to happen but reid is confused like ??? is she gonna fight with him? why did she put her hair up? whats so funny? and pen and jj have to explain that you went up there to give him a bj and hes just like?!?! AT WORK?!?? and rossi is just watching the shenanigans unfold like 🤭🤭

and you do eventually come back down from his office wiping your mouth on the back of your hand and your hair is significantly more ruffled than before and hotch looks subdued and even a little embarrassed and he just mutters a quiet apology to the team before grabbing a plate of the food you brought (which is actually his favorite meal of yours) before kissing you and thanking you for coming to see him.

My oh my, do I love the way your mind works 😈 Thank you for this request (& for your patience as I took 84 years to write it)! I hope you enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x wife!reader

(-indicates reader's texts)

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A rapid series of buzzes on the table beside you has you pulling your attention away from the sizable dent you’ve made in the stack of thesis papers to be graded for your class. You exchange your favorite pen for your phone, unlocking the screen to find several texts from your closest friend sent in quick succession:

5:49pm SOS

5:49pm (Save Our Stomachs)

5:50pm Pls we’ve been going in circles on this case and he’s in a Mood

You can’t help but smile at the he in question, your stoic, stalwart husband- and your friend’s unit chief. You fire back a response:

-5:50pm Em :( Is he holed up in his office?

5:50pm You know it

-5:51pm Classic 🙄 Lucky for youuuu I’m already making dinner for my favorite people!

The oven timer beeps as if to punctuate your statement, and you rise from your spot at the kitchen table while typing out another message.

-5:51pm Scratch that- it’s ready. Be there asap rocky

-5:51pm Be brave little soldier 🫡

5:53pm You’re my fucking hero

You gather enough plates and cutlery to dish up dinner to the team of agents, then pack them up alongside the foil-covered Pyrex container fresh out of the oven. Deciding against changing out of your yoga pants and your boyfriend’s old law school t-shirt, you pluck the pencil out of your bun that was holding your hair up and toss it onto the table, snag your keys, and make your way out to the car.

The drive into the city is a relatively short one, given that most of the traffic is heading in the opposite direction at this time on a Friday evening. You navigate your way into the parking garage, then head upstairs with your precious cargo.

“Evening, Mrs. Hotchner,” your favorite security guard greets you as you step out of the elevator, and you flash him a smile with a greeting in return. “Come grab a plate when you’re done your rounds,” you call over your shoulder, and his answering grin tells you he’ll be patrolling the floor a little faster than usual tonight.

Four heads pop up from their desks at the sound of the glass double doors opening, shoulders sagging with relief when they spot your bright smile and the telltale bag in your hand that means dinner is served. Derek’s quick to jump up and help you with the heavy container as Emily, Spencer, and JJ follow the two of you into the round table room, animatedly filling you in on their day. JJ’s fingers fly across her screen, and Penelope is rounding the doorway from the back hallway by the time you make it upstairs and start setting up, arms outstretched to pull you into a hug while declaring, “You’re my favorite Hotchner, did you know that?”

“We both know I come second to Jack,” you joke, and Emily lets out a happy groan as she digs into her meal, professing, “You’re at least tied now.”

A pair of solid hands lands on your shoulders from behind, and you feel the familiar scratchiness of Dave’s beard pressing kisses to your cheeks in greeting. “What would we do without you?”

With a laugh, you turn to offer him a helping and answer, “Simply perish.”

Your heart swells as the team settles down around the table enjoying the home cooked meal, but there’s one very obvious absence. A glance at your husband’s office reveals the door is still closed, the room dark save for a glow through the open blinds that you know is from his little desk lamp. Deciding to give him a few more minutes of solitude before barging in and demanding that he take a break to eat, you join your friends at the table to tell them about the senior prank your students recently pulled in an attempt to give their minds a reprieve from their current case.

“I bet you Morgan did stuff like that all the time,” JJ accuses amid catching her breath from laughing at the story about the two chickens released on the top floor, cleverly labeled one and three.

Derek smiles back, ready to take credit, but Emily cuts in with, “A psychological prank like that sounds more like something Spence would do.”

“C’mon now, pretty boy wouldn’t want to inconvenience his teacher,” Derek teases, eliciting a pout from the youngest of the team who counters with, “Hey, I won that prank war against-”

“What’s going on here?”

A hush falls over the room at the sound of Aaron’s voice, the question itself seemingly innocent but its intention clearly to reprimand. Five pairs of eyes drop downward, leaving only you and Dave making eye contact, the older man mouthing an empathetic, Busted, in your direction.

Unbothered, you swivel in your chair to meet your husband’s gaze with a cherubic smile, your voice positively dripping in honey. “Mom’s feeding the kids because Dad forgot that sustenance is important for your brain and body. Now c’mon, take a break and-”

“Does it seem like I have time for that right now?”

Your eyebrows shoot up at his tone, and you drop the teasing lilt to your voice. “Aar, I just wanted you guys to-”

“Go home, Y/N, please,” he requests quietly, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose with a soft exhale. “We can’t afford to be distracted right now. Everybody finish up and get back to work.” He turns on his heel and returns to his office without so much as a hello or goodbye or thank you, my love, for being so thoughtful and taking care of us directed your way.

Once his footfalls have receded, the entire group releases a collective breath as if they’ve just escaped being chewed out by the principal- at your expense. When you turn back around, you’re met with expressions of shock that reflect your own, like the kids literally just witnessed their dad being mean to their mom for the first time.

“You know how Aaron gets with a case,” Dave tries to soothe your ruffled feathers, and JJ jumps in with, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to come off like that, Y/N, he’s just-”

“Stressed?” you finish her thought for her. You rise abruptly from your chair, dropping your purse on the table with a resounding thud before digging through it to find a spare hair tie. “I know he is. And I also know my husband did not just say that to my face,” you grumble under your breath, combing your fingers through your hair to pull it into a quick ponytail while continuing your tirade. “After I spent hours making a meal between doing my own work? No sir, uh uh, SSA Hotchner. That man needs to relax.”

Spencer leans over to Derek while you carry on quietly cursing their boss for his attitude and asks, “Should we be concerned?”

Derek lets out a snicker before answering, “Maybe for Hotch’s di-”

“Dignity!” JJ cuts in with a sharp look at her colleague, trying and failing to suppress her own smile.

You pause in the doorway, squaring your shoulders before turning back to the team to say, “You guys eat. Enjoy. I’ll take care of your boss.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Emily snorts out, clearly amused. Laughter, applause, and a distinct wolf whistle courtesy of Derek follow you down the carpeted walkway to your husband’s office.

-----(Read Behind Closed Doors here!)-----

When you return to the round table room several not-so-subtle minutes later, you’re greeted by a bunch of giddy smiles, a knowing look from Rossi, and Spencer’s pink-tinged cheek since he’s refusing to make eye contact with you. “All better,” you announce proudly, dropping into a chair before tugging the hair tie from your now slightly tangled locks and combing your fingers through a few persistent knots. “Everybody good and full?”

“Some more than oth-”

You cut your sharp gaze over to Derek and he mimes zipping his mouth shut, a smirk still playing at his lips.

“What he means to say,” Pen huffs, slapping his shoulder, “is thank you so much for dinner, sweetie.”

“It was my pleasure,” you answer genuinely. “You know I love taking care of you guys.”

“And we’re very lucky you do,” your husband’s baritone voice rumbles from the doorway behind you. You turn to find a sufficiently chastened Aaron entering the room, and you offer him your cheek when he places his hands on your shoulders and bends to press a kiss to your smiling face. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize for my earlier-”

“Temper tantrum?” you offer, and Aaron squeezes your shoulders in warning before continuing, “Outburst. I let the stress of the case get the best of me and neglected my duties to prioritize the health of this team. Luckily, my darling wife is always there to make up for my shortcomings.”

You catch your best friend’s eye and shoot her an exaggerated wink at your husband’s word choice, forcing Emily to cover up a laugh with a cough. Aaron’s hand slides over to the nape of your neck, and you know you’re in for it once this case is over.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d

[nishipostitz]

megumi is your tutor drabble

megumi x gn!reader

tw! mentions of a snack 💀

you needed help in your english class, and megumi was drafted to help you. you were quite embarrassed to get help from megumi bc hes intimidating and you didnt wanna seem stupid in his eyes (you did). but in reality, he wasnt that bad. you were expecting to get hit at least once, but it never happened. megumi was patient with you in sounding words out and explaining the grammar. it was unexpected bc he wasnt as patient with yuuji (poor soul 💀🙏). with megumi’s help, your grades on your assignments started getting better and you had hope. megumi wouldnt say it out loud, but he was proud of you too. right before your tutor/study session, he was actually strolling around in the stationary isle of a store trying to find something for you as a good job gift. he settled on a cute mechanical pencil that would hopefully motivate you to keep working hard and study so hard the mechanical pencil breaks down (its the thought that matters). but he was also unaware, that in the same store, you just purchased some items for him as well as a thank you gift for his kindness and patience in helping you. so when you both showed up to the designated cafe to study, you were both surprised to see that the other had a gift bag in hand. “oh? isnt it too early for christmas?” “say what you want you cant speak” megumi replied. megumi was happy internally, and so were you. you exchanged gifts before studying “im gonna use this right away and show you how good at english i am!” megumi tried to keep a poker face. somewhat worked? but now his face is a little.. distorted. you found it cute and funny though. he was reluctant on saying the snacks you got him were good. they were in fact so delicious. he offered some to you but you declined. but you both know that youll be sneaking some pieces for yourself during the study session. and whilst you tried to be sneaky, megumi couldnt hold back his smile while sneaking glances at you either.

note: i dont think anyone really noticed tbh, but i was gone for almost a whole year 💀 (11 months) idrk how rhat happened and how i didnt notice. for some reason i was delulu enough to think that i was still uploading new writings bc i kept receiving notifications 😭😭😭 common L for me. but ive just been trying to find myself again and going theough some odd things. im back now for another month and a half before my fall term 😔😔 ive missed writing, but the writers block is lowkey brutal. my apologies if this drabble wasnt very entertaining, i tried 🙏

[jake-g-lockley]

If you want to, no pressure, #19 with dear Marc fronting, but can contain all moon boys of course. Really anything you wanna do is fine with me. Just excited to see what you come up with lovely.

Problems (Marc Spector x reader)

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A/N: Melodyyyyyy hehe I love me some heated Marc Spector content too. Thanks for the ask lovelyy! 

Warnings: MDNI, Making out, dry humping (if ya squint mate), hair pulling, swearing, tiny mention of Wendy (im so fucking sorry y’all)

Word Count: 1.5k

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Marc Spector wasn’t in the best of moods.

He took a deep breath and held his textbooks close, counting random numbers to clear his head as the elevator brought him to his floor. He was exhausted, tired from the failing classes and yelling at the lecturers. He just wanted to dump all of his books onto his bed, grab his gym bag and release some steam in the gym. That was all he had to do to make him relax.

Simple right?

Wrong.

Marc’s other problem lived in his dorm with him and that problem was you. It had been weeks and the both of you had been trying hard to move out of the dorm, but everytime you did, there was a scheduling error that could not be solved which only made the both of you more frustrated. 

You had created a set of rules for the both of you to follow and you followed them religiously. You were the quiet studious girl while Marc was the unbothered jock who did not give a shit about any rule. That’s why the both of you didn’t get along. In fact, you hated each other with a burning passion, passion so fiery that you both could probably blow up the entire row of dorm rooms if you wanted to. 

Marc rolled his eyes and set his hand on the doorknob, knowing what awaited him on the other side. He flung the door open and you turned to glare at him from your desk. 

“Not a word, I don’t want to hear it.” Marc says before you even open your mouth.

“You fucked a chick here when I was at the library! Are you out of your goddamn mind, Spector?” you stood up and slammed your textbook close. 

“I said, I don’t want to hear it.” he pushed again, not wanting to look at you as he shoved things into his gym bag at a rapid pace. 

“You think it's fun to chase someone out of my dorm at 3 am in the fucking morning? You really think the world revolves around you huh?” your rage was boiling over you and you wanted nothing more than to beat Marc Spector to pulp with your bare hands.

You were tired with the way he waltzed around as if he owned the place, as if he could just do as he pleased wherever and whenever. He was moving around the room, mumbling the word “deodorant” and tossing things around. 

“Yea I fucked that chick, so what? What are you gonna do about it? All you do is sleep over your books and worry about studying, what am I supposed to do about it?” He grumbles back, pulling his pillow to check his bed for the missing item. 

You stared at him, appalled at his stupidity. 

“I don’t even do anything to you Spector, why are you doing this to make my life so fucking miserable?” you yell, unable to control yourself any longer. 

To your shock, Marc slides his hand across his desk, causing his pencil holder to go flying across the room, making you gasp. He screams in frustration, and slumps onto his bed with his face in his hands, unable to stop the angry tears from leaving his eyes. He barely let himself take a breath before he looked at you, his head yearning to say sorry but his mouth twisting into a wild scowl worthy of his own mother’s anger. Your heart drops to your stomach as you take note of the tears staining his face, unable to move a muscle as he slowly lifts himself from off his bed. 

“You wanna talk about the things you do to me? Huh?” he says coldly prowling closer to you, like a panther about to strike. 

You find the brain power to make your legs move but you stumble into your chair, catching yourself at the last second. You were confused. What the hell could you have possibly done to Marc that you were unaware about?

“You, you’re the one who makes me miserable, not the other way around, so please don’t tell me that I am anywhere close to making your life agonisingly painful.” he growled through gritted teeth. 

He was getting closer now, you could see the angry vein popping from his neck.

“You wanna talk about how you pull my head right out of a lesson and into all the things I would do to you?” your eyes widened slightly and your ears perked up at the way his voice dropped slightly.

“You wanna talk about how I catch myself watching you when you slowly rub your makeup off your face and do that little smile when you’re done wishing that I could be the cause of that smile?” 

Butterflies took over and began their assault on every inch of your body, sending an array of goosebumps up your spine. 

“You wanna talk about how I sometimes make the mistake of looking at you when you’re fast asleep, wishing that that pillow you hug between your legs was me instead?” 

He was so close to the point that you could see minuscule tear drops clinging to his beautiful lashes.

“You wanna talk about how much I would do just to feel your lips against mine?” 

The last line came out as a whisper, almost as if Marc didn’t want to admit it, almost as if it was a secret too blasphemous that he would rather pay whatever price he had to pay in hell rather than say it directly to your face. But it was too late, he had already done it.

You were surprised that your anger flared harder through your body, almost like a rush of adrenalin as you stared into Marc Spector’s wrathful brown eyes. Your hand shot forward and you grabbed him by the collar of his soft hoodie and you pulled him with all your strength, surprising him and making him stumble into you.

“If you’re so fucking desperate then just kiss me, you fool!” you spat, watching at the exact second when the air in the room changed to something that was out of your control. 

Marc closes the gap between the both of you in an instant, sweeping you off your feet as his lips came crashing against yours. His hands gripped at your hips hard before coiling around your waist and pulling you ever so close, crushing every bone that existed in your body. You moan into the kiss, your arm looped itself around his neck and your free hand combs up his curls for purchase, pulling hard as Marc deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth with enough fervour to turn you into mush, almost as if he was begging you to let him be mad at you.

Once Marc Spector got a taste of you, he couldn’t stop. His hands moved quickly and almost fluidly, snaking under your sweatshirt to feel your skin. Only when you pressed harder against him did he slide his hand to squeeze one of your breasts, nipping at your bottom lip at the same time and making you whine his name and breathe hard against his face. 

“Fuck I want to hear that again.” he said pushing you towards and down onto your bed. 

His lips met yours more carefully this time and you could feel him keening into your touch as you slid your own hands up his hoodie and pressed your palms against his broad chest. You broke off the kiss and pushed him down instead, the vexation you felt against him slowly morphing into a confidence that you’d never thought you had as you straddled his waist. You brought your hand back up to the back of his head and pulled on his curls once more, making him arch back with a moan, exposing his neck for you to devour. 

You started your assault on his neck, kissing, biting and sucking in a pattern that had him writhing against you, grinding his hips up to meet yours. His hands couldn’t seem to let go of you, as if he was absolutely hopeless without the feeling of you. All of his frustrations melted away and were replaced with a soft feeling of needing to float away from all his problems with you. 

Once you were satisfied with the litter of marks you had left on him, you gave him one last, softer peck on his lips and slotted your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, catching your breath as you relaxed onto his body, covering him like a weighted blanket. You only came to your senses once you felt Marc’s hand in your hair, softly brushing through each strand with his fingers. Your hand found his and you laced your fingers with his, cherishing the warmth that he provided. 

“Your deodorant is on your bedside table, by the way.” you murmur into the shell of his ear making him scoff softly.

Marc definitely didn’t need the gym today, all he needed was you. 

Reblogs are appreciated~~~

[jencthy]

IN MY DREAMS — sim jake

CO STARING — huh yunjin

WARNINGS — angst

yn, jake and yunjin.

the trio have been friends since elementary school.

8 years old

“I heard a new kid is coming to our class.” the young girl whispered to the boy beside her. “really?” his head perked up “is it a boy or a girl ?” he asked pushing his head towards the girl.

“how am I supposed to know ?” yn replied pushing his head away from her, the boy pushes her back, making her almost fall off chair she looks at him in shock with a you could’ve killed me face before she can grab his hair-

the classroom door opened, revealing the secretary and a young girl.

“here she is.” their teacher exclaimed from the front of the classroom. “she’s all yours.” the secretary says as she exits the classroom urging the girl to go the front of the classroom.

everyone watches as the girl slowly walks towards the from of the classroom. “please introduce yourself, honey.”

“um um hi im yunjin.” the girl stutters avoiding eye contact with the class. “yunjin ! it’s so nice to meet you, you can sit right beside yn and jaeyun, over there.” their teacher points towards the duo.

yunjin walks towards them and sits in the empty chair. “hello.” she says quietly, she looks at yn scanning her silently she looked at the girls hello kitty pencil case,water bottle, t-shirt and stick on nails. “I see you like hello kitty, I like hello kitty too, maybe not as much as you but…”

yn giggles cutting the rambling girl off. “thank you.”

Jake feeling left out decides to cut in “I like I like hello kitty too.”

yn glares at the boy “no you don’t, you always make fun of me and my “obsession” you like to say” shoving the boy’s shoulder, just like last time he shoves her back.

yunjin watches the fighting pair, laughing quietly and she knew these two were going to be her best friends.

14 years old

it was a girls night a sleep over without jake.

yn was on edge, she’s been seeing jake in a new light lately, ever since they turned ten jake has developed a flirty personality with both her and yunjin and it hasn’t affected her until now.

“yun ?” y/n calls out moving closer towards the raven haired girl sitting on the floor beside her. “I have something to tell you.”

yunjin sits up looking at the girl noticing her uneasiness. “ are you alright?”

“yea, I’m fine. it’s just.” the girl let’s put a deep sigh. “it’s just I’ve been seeing jake in whole new light, like when he puts his arm around my shoulders,instead of feeling nothing, I feel butterflies BUTTERFLIES YUNJIN.”

yunjin looks the girl that looks like she’s losing her mind in shock. “ you like jake ? like our jake ? sim jaeyun ?”

“I knowwww.” yn screams in her hello kitty shaped pillow. “I’m losing my mind.” she sits up leaning close to yunjin’s face. “you’re gonna help me get over him right ?”

“of course why wouldn’t I.” pulling yn close to her, yunjin whispers in her ear. “we’re gonna get rid of that sickness that you have.”

18 years old - present

yn did in fact not get rid of the “sickness.” if we’re gonna be real it got worse, she’s convinced she’s in love with jake her best friend.

she thought that she would get over this silly crush, and that it would something that she could laugh at in the future.

but here she is, her heart feeling heavy as she listens to him talk about the amazing girl he’s gonna confess to soon.

soon meaning today.

yunjin looks at her with a pity filled expression, yn smiles weakly at her mouthing “it’s okay.”

“you guys know her better than you think.” jake says looking at the two girls. “you’re are gonna be so shocked when you find out who she is.”

“really?” yunjin looks at him with a blank face. “we know her ?”

“yep.” Jake responds “she’s talented, funny, smart, understanding.” jake lists looking at yn. “you okay love ?”he asks noticing how quite she became.

yn looks up from her lap. “yea, im fine.” she sits up from her seat. “I’m gonna go get some strawberry milk.”

“I’ll come.” jake sits up as well grabbing the girls hand.

they walk to the machine in silence. “you sure you’re okay?” jake asks squeezing her hand looking at the girl with gentle eyes.

yn pays for her drink. “yea, of course.” she looks up at him her heart melting at his sincere look.

“you know you can tell me everything right ?” jake says wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they head back to their table. y’know I love you right ?”

she leans into him “yes I know I can tell you anything.” she feels him squeeze her shoulder. “and I love you too.”

“I know.” he smiles smugly down at her, pulling her to sit down beside him at the table.

yn is assuming that jakes confession yesterday did not go well, he’s quite today, surprisingly it was her and yunjin being the talkative ones today and not him and when she asked how his confession went he said he didn’t wanna talk about it.

it’s the end of they day.

yn closes her locker, and yes she knows this is a selfish way of thinking but maybe this her chance maybe she can swoop in and save the day.

with that in mind she goes looks for him.

it’s raining hard darn me for forgetting my umbrella

she walks out the school with her bike, smiling when she spots Jake and yunjin soaking in the rain just like her, she walks towards them coming to a stop when she hears.

“why’d you reject me ?”

what ?

“jake.” yunjin let’s out a deep sigh. “ I already told you, I just don’t like you like that.”

yn feels like she can’t breathe, her heart feels heavy I feel like throwing up.

“yunjin I love you.” he comes close to her holding her arms. “look at me please.”

“jake, I’m sorry but I just don’t like you like that, how many times do I need to tell you, this has been going on for weeks.” she looks up at him “did you think I was playing hard to get or something?”

weeks ? what ?

“yes.” he responds lowly, his phone starts ringing. “ I gotta go…” he pauses like he wants to say something but just walks away to his car.

yunjin let’s out a deep sigh turning around freezing as she makes eye contact with a soaking wet yn, betrayal written on her face.

“yn.” she walks closer to her flinching when yn takes a step back.

“you’re the mystery girl ?” yn looks at her tears filling her eyes, her heart feeling like it got stomped on. I can’t breathe “and you knew he liked you ?”

“yn, I’m so sorry-”

“you’re sorry?” yn looks at her like she just said utter nonsense. tears fall down her cheeks. “you made me feel like I had a chance, you told me you understood me.” yn watches as a sob escapes yunjin.

“your sobbing ? your sobbing?, I should be the one sobbing you don’t even know how this feels !” yn yells at yunjin more tears running down her face, the tears becoming unnoticeable with the amount of rain coming down on them.

“of course I know how this feels !” yunjin yells back at yn. “do you how much it hurts having your crush, someone you’ve been in love with since you were eight fall in love with someone who doesn’t love her back, when you’re right here in front of them !”

“what ?” yn looks at the sobbing girl in shock.

no no this can’t be happening

“yn i love you, I love you so much.” yunjin cry’s out walking closer to the girl .

no no no

“I’m I’m sorry.” yn gets on her bike. “ I I need to go.”

“yn, please wait.” yunjin cries harder, reaching out to the girl.

“I’m sorry yunjin.” yn looks at her feeling sick, the rain making her feel cold on the inside and on the outside. “I can’t do this.”

and with that yn bikes off.

leaving yunjin in the rain watching.

well…

[m00nie-m00]

Oh Sh!t

modern au!Scaramouche x gn! reader

🌷 Sypnosis - you fall in love with your best friends worst enemy

Warnings: cursing, train creeps, adult jokes, murderous intentions, time jumps

💌 this gonna be a three part story! (Maybe more idk)

1 . 2 . 3

"He is so infuriating! I make ONE mistake and he reprimands me for it like hello?? It isn't a life threatening mistake either its like getting mad at someone for spelling a word wrong with a PENCIL" your best friend, Lumine ranted as you both prepared dinner.

"Calm down you might think your finger is a carrot and chop it" you chuckled as you prepared the stove.

"I'd like to think his fingers are carrots and chop it" she grumbled back.

You laughed at her comment and shook your head, "wow my sweetheart lumine what has gotten into you? This boy must be one pain in the ass if you of all people are out for his blood" you joked, looking back at her. She didn't seem as humorous as you at the moment.

"I know! He's just that bad! Me, im the most helpful girl in the world- and that's not exaggerating," she paused to proudly smirk. "but he oh my god the only thing im gonna help him with is burying himself 6 feet underground" she gritted her teeth, slamming the knife harder into the chopping board.

You nervously chuckled, moving towards Lumine and placing your hand on top of hers. Stopping the knife in place.

"Lumine I think i'll do the chopping"

"Okay, I'll start cooking then."

"No... i think you need to sit this one down, safety reasons"

-- <3 --

You boarded the train on the way home, unfortunately, your classes ended at the same time rush hour began. The train was packed with people, and you had to stand in the very middle of the crowd while holding on to the hanging strap.

You clutched your bag tightly to your side to avoid getting robbed, keeping a close eye on your belongings. Train rides were rarely enjoyable at this hour, and sometimes you'd wait for a less crowded train to come by so you wouldn't have to be so cautious of everything. Today though you had to get home as soon as possible, so you unfortunately didn't have a choice.

You felt a hand brush the side of your thigh, instantly freezing up you looked at the direction you felt it. There were a few people stood beside you so you couldn't pinpoint who the hand belonged to.

It could've been an accident, you thought, taking a deep breath to try and relax.

But then it happened again. This time the hand stayed by the side of your thigh a little longer. You weren't gonna take any chances so you quickly moved away, harshly bumping backs with someone as you did so.

"oh shit! i'm so sorry" you apologized, turning around to face the person you bumped into. He looked like a boy your age, wearing a stylish black outfit. He had bluish-purple hair that was styled in an interesting yet suiting haircut choice, and he had deep violet eyes that you would find beautiful if he wasn't glaring at you with them at that moment.

"there was a creep at my last spot i had to move away-" you rambled, fiddling with your fingers nervously. You furrowed your brows when he looked away from you and out the window he was stood beside.

ok well that's that I guess, you shrugged. Turning to face away when he said something that stopped you.

"hold on to the hanging strap the next stop is coming" he flatly stated, moving his hand to the side to provide space for yours.

"no it's okay-!" you said, knowing that if you held on to the strap your hands would brush. heh brushing hands with a hot guy your age doesn't sound that bad.

"I said hold on to it." he grabbed your wrist and raised your arm so your hand can grab the strap. As soon as you wrapped your fingers around it his hand let you go before instantly grabbing on to your shoulder as the train made an abrupt stop.

You yelped as your body jerked forward slightly, without his hand on your shoulder you would've crashed into him.

"you didn't give yourself time to prepare for the stop. how often do you ride a train?" he asked judgingly, pulling his hand away from your shoulder and shoving it into his pocket.

"look a lot has happened in this train in the spam of 3 minutes okay" You huffed, pressing your lips together as he laughed.

"too much for your little brain to handle?" he said, tilting his head to the side. What kind of comment was that?

You furrowed your brows, an unamused look on your face. "what's your name?" you asked. "why should i tell you?" he answered. "damn that's a stupid name" you replied sarcastically. "well, what's your name then?" he mockingly said. "better than yours" "that name is even stupider"

-- <3 --

"you met a cute guy on a train, had an actual interaction with him, physical touch too and you didn't give him your number, your actual name or like anything?!" Lumine exclaimed, shaking your shoulders aggressively as the two of you sat on your bed.

"well he didn't give me his actual name either!" you defended, "... which i guess isn't a good thing either UGH" you collapsed backwards, looking up at the ceiling. "There goes my chance in an epic collage love story"

Lumine grabbed your hands and pulled you up, you slouched limply and stared at her as she grinned. "your taking that train same time every time you go home"

"what?! but i hate rush hourrrr" you groaned, letting your back fall backwards only to be stopped by Lumine who pulled you back in place.

"okay but from what you shared it seems he's used to using the train sooo, who knows you might bump into him" she teased, giggling excitingly. Who knows what fictional love stories were brewing in her head.

You rolled your eyes, though the thought of it actually working lingered at the back of your mind. On the other hand you knew that if you wished for something to happen it never really does. So in that logic, you are never going to see him ever again.

"it's never gonna happen lumine I'm just gonna put myself in unnecessary danger" you mumbled, sighing defeatedly.

Lumine pouted before letting go of your hands and getting off your bed. "stop believing" she said as she exited your bedroom door.

your head jerked upward and your brows furrowed, like a deer caught in headlights. "what?!" you shouted at her, hoping she'd hear.

"STOP BELIEVING"

-- <3 --

You couldn't stop believing.

For the past week you've been riding the train home at that horrendous time just to try and bump into the boy again. you would look around and delusionally think some random guy with the same figure as him is him, like an idiot.

You got off the train but instead of taking the rout home you stopped by a cat cafe that newly opened. you liked cats, cats make you feel better. Drinking a nice warm drink while petting a cat sounds nice.

You entered the cafe and was greeted with a warm but colorful atmosphere and lots and lots of cat, or paw shaped decorations.

You order yourself a drink and a slice of blueberry cheesecake, sitting down on one of the tables closest to where all the cats were.

a black cat approached you meowing as she brushed herself against your leg. "hi there lovely" you smiled, bending down to pet the cat. The cat nuzzled into your touch and your smile grew even wider. Cats made your insides feel fuzzy.

You picked up the cat and placed it on your lap, stroking its fur as your other hand took a look at the tag on her collar. "it's nice to meet you berry" you cooed, scratching the back of her ear.

After a few minutes of petting berry and a few more cats while also trying to eat some cake the bell by the door chimed and you looked up to see who had entered.

beautiful deep violet eyes.

[faiirybread]

undercover martyn︴ln4

⏳ in which..a girl streams to help her mom get better

CHAP. 1

❝and she spoke words that would melt in your hands ❞

march 03, 2023

📍massachusetts institute of technology

“thats all for today everyone, we’re gonna end a bit early, if you have any questions about the assignment email me after class.” the teacher said, wrapping up his lecture. y/n sighed, putting her laptop away, and gathering her pencils.

“y/n! wanna work together on the project?” her classmate, isabelle, asked. “yeah, sure! i have like, no ideas for it so that would be great.” y/n says with a smile. “awesome! i’ll text you.”

y/n finished packing up and walked out of the class, heading to the parking lot so she could go home, when she got a call from an unknown number. normally she would decline them, but something in her mind was telling her that she needed to pick it up.

so she did. she answered the call with a “hello?”

“hello, is this y/n y/ln?”

“yes, this is she. may i ask who’s calling?”

“this is charlotte, from florida hospital, we’re calling to inform you that sophie y/ln is here, you are on her form as an emergency contact.”

when she heard that, y/n gasped, “oh my gosh, is she ok?”

“she is being given medicine right now, but she requested that you come.”

“of course, thank you so much, ill be there asap.” she said, turning on her car and driving to the airport.

“thank you, have a nice day.”

“you too.” she hung up and kept driving, scenarios of what might’ve happened to her mom running through her head, until she pulled over.

head in her hands and gasping for breath, y/n started crying. crying because she was scared of her mom leaving her, just like her dad had, just like her friends had, but her mom never had.

and she needed to make sure she wouldn’t.

so, y/n pulled the car back on the road and drove to the airport, rushing in to find a kiosk that would sell her a ticket. she went to tsa, and upon seeing the extra security mark on her ticket, they pulled her aside for further screening.

after about 10 minutes of uncomfortable questions and searches, y/n finally got to her gate. which meant she had 20 more minutes of worrying before she could get on the plane. in the meantime, she pulled out her phone and started emailing her professors, explaining that she had a family emergency and would be absent for at least that day. as she had gotten a ticket so last minute, she was in the back of the line and had to squeeze into a middle seat.

after an hour squeezed in between two people in quite possibly the smallest seat ever, y/n got off the plane and called an uber to take her to the hospital. it pulled up quickly, and she got in.

“so, headed to the hospital?” the driver checked, looking at her in his mirror.

“yes, please.” she smiled to the driver and put on her seatbelt. “can you go fast, please? its my mom, i want to make sure she’s ok.”

he nodded and started driving, weaving in between traffic and quite possibly speeding at some points, but y/n didn’t mind. she needed to get to her mom, even if it meant she was in a bed next to her.

as soon as he pulled up to the drop-off area, she jumped out, and waved to him as a thank you. running into the hospital, she got in line to the front desk.

time seemed to pass slowly, seconds lasting minutes, minutes lasting hours, all the while her mind was running with possibilities.

what if she got in an accident? maybe she fell down the stairs? or burned herself cooking?

LUX’S NOTE..

welcome to undercover martyn! i hope you all enjoy (: im so sorry about the ending lmao, they have never been my strong suit. hopefully throughout this they get better though!

[artinandwritin]

I dont think i ever mentioned it but ever since i started applying to art colleges I've been keeping up an art wall and since i just added some new illustrations to it, i thought it would be fun to explain some things on my wall and revisit some of my old favourites!

Going from left to right, we start with some more recent illustrations (featuring, ofc, gussiri, Niv, and a recent illustration of Cato from @otwdfanfic 's fic that i liked sm i just had to print and put up somewhere). Next to Cato, I put a gift i got from my dear friend @lt-catbolt of our bois Niv and Melatron and i cant remember if this was for my birthday or for fun, all i know is that i nearly cried when she gave it to me (go follow her now btw she's awesome and shes gonna become one of the most expressive storytellers of our generation i just know it)

Underneath Cato and Niv/Mel, we've got a huge pencil drawing I did 2 years ago to get accepted into an art college. It took me so. So long. I even begged my teachers from high school to let me follow classes online so i could continue working (they said yes lmao) and my mom even had to help. Worse, it wasnt the only assignment that particular art school had given me, no, they had given me a total of 6 assignments I had to complete. They all took a lot of time and didnt all turn out great haha. I didnt get accepted into that school (it was a fine arts study so im pretty sure i wouldnt have been happy there anyways) but that just makes me all the more happy i did get accepted into the one im currently attending

Anyway ive been too lazy to take it down so now itll be there until i find the willpower to take it down

The butterfly above it is a painting i did towards autumn of 2021 for my portfolio. I'm not the best painter (decent enough but its just not for me) but im still really happy with how this turned out. It was pretty fun!

Underneath that is an inkt print made from a stencil once again featuring Cato (i have. No idea why hes on my wall twice lmao i guess hes just a great muse). People who have been with me for long enough probably still remember this cuz i was superproud of how it turned out and plastered it all over my account (and my house. My mom wanted a copy as well)

Underneath the inkt print is a poster i got while visiting the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe stage play when I was in London in autumn of 2022 (take me back London take me back take me back). The play was absolutely stunning and the way everything was staged left me (as a life long narnia enthusiast) ecstatic and super excited. One of the best plays ive ever seen even if i had one of the worst seats in the theatre <3

Next to the poster is another little gussiri drawing i printed lmao. The little goobers show up so much

Above the poster is more of gussiri!! And above that is another painting i made, this time of some mushrooms. I made this during a party i threw for my 18th birthday, we all did some painting together and i remember my lovely lovely friend @allilcat painting with watercolours so well. That memory is just etched into my brain <333

Above that is a painting i made of the night sky! I used it for my portfolio and it was really cool to paint since i, not knowing basic painting techniques, could only really throw my own imagination into it which gave a really cool result. Still really love it!

Lastly, we've got a Siri illustration made by a classmate of mine for a secret santa we did last christmas! I was so happy with it and ofc it deserved a really good spot on my wall <333

Thats been a bit about my wall, if youve made it this far thanks for listening to me rambling <333

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

#73 for S4 TWDG characters please and can you make the reader the older kids lover please? Thank you and sorry if my english is bad. Im still learning😅

(Hey! #73 is only platonic writing for them. Thank you for requesting though and your English is good! Anyways, Enjoy!)

Protecting AJ, Tenn & Willy

AJ always knew that if Clem didn’t let him do something, always ask you

You let him but Clem would always shake her head and scold you

Didn’t mean you stopped

You and AJ always got into trouble with the other

Both little partners in crime

AJ also when he was scared, not that he would admit it, would go to you

AJ felt safe with you and the addition of Clem

You had always been there with him and for him

He didn’t know what it would be like without either of you

And he never wanted to find out what it was like

You and Clem were the only people he would ever need, except for Tenn

Tenn was his other friend who he also was best friends with the best

Idk 

AJ could do whatever the heck even if it was bad and hide behind you

You seemed sweet but were scary when someone messed with him

AJ would just hide behind you and let you work your magic

If anyone was ever mean to him, oh god

They just see you standing behind them with a glare

AJ is never messed with by them again

You were also very protective

You had seen AJ grow up and still thought of him as a little kid

Which he was

But AJ liked protecting you and Clem

He claimed you didn’t need to worry about him but how can you not?!

Anyways, AJ does appreciate you a lot though

He can always rely on you!

Tenn

With the addition of you, Minnie and Sophie

Tenn basically had an entire bodyguard team

But things did change after he was told Sophie and Minnie “Died”

He always stuck to you

Always by your side at dinner, doing chores and whatever else

He didn’t like being away from your side

Plus, he felt safer around you

Tenn was picked on when younger when the school was still a school

With teachers and the headmaster and even other kids

Before the others and him were left to rot

But when he was picked on you found out

And had a word with the kids

Tenn never found out exactly what you did but he saw the kids come into class scraped up

They then apologized to him, surprisingly

Tenn knew it was your work and thanked you

You were also Tenn’s favorite since you taught him a lot and gave him color pencils and crayons

Whenever Tenn was in trouble he went to you

Because you would always help him with whatever he needed and he relief on you

For as long as he knew, at the school you were always the protector

He was grateful for that since he was smaller, quiet and often afraid to speak to other kids before

He learned that all he needed was you, Minnie and Sophie

He was all set for whatever he needed

As long as you were there

Willy

Willy’s a little weirdo we all know this

You didn’t think so and neither did Mitch

You both protected the boy since he was younger and sent there for…his reasons

He stuck to you both like glue because he had no one else

Like AJ, when he got in trouble or messed with other kids he ran to you and Mitch

He often hid behind you guys as you dealt with it and he would sometimes stick his tongue out at the others

(He always did)

He was always smug he had too older friends who would protect him

Whenever he had trouble with school or practically anything he ran to you

You helped him always and all was always well!

When someone had the audacity to yell at him he was always smiling

Wanna know why?

Because he always knew you were standing right behind him with a glare hard enough even the badder kids would freeze from

Willy was never messed with and held his head high when walking with you and Mitch

He was well protected and he knew, and took advantage of it

When the world ended he remembered just being with you and Mitch

A Walker got in and tried to get him

All he remembered was you pushed him behind you as Mitch grabbed him

He just knew that you were gonna take care of it

And you did

That's why he always stuck by you and Mitch

Because you both always would be there

And you only eventually, because Mitch sadly died 

Even then Willy ran too you

You were the only one he really had left

And Willy knew that you would always be there for him

Whenever and wherever he needed you

[thebisexualwreckoning]

Mind analysing your poem a little? 👀

Incredibly long post alert to anyone who plans on reading this

Obligatory transphobes and terfs dni. The following poem is about and written by ‘them gotdamn trannys and queers’ and is about beautiful beautiful t4t sex

i am kissing you. on the mouth.

thank you so much for sending this in i genuinely love talking about my poetry so much muah muah muah!!!

Original poem if anyone wants to read it:

Anyway.

Welcome to Prof A. 's line by line analysis of his poem*. So buckle your seatbelts because this is gonna be loooong ride. Let's get started!

*Disclaimer: you might interpret some of these lines differently then i do and that is perfectly alright. poetry depends on everyone's own lived experience and that does not make any one interpretation less valid. i might have written the poem, but your interpretations are still just as true.

I'm going to start with inspirations and the title first because i love providing backstory and talking about other poets. Very specifically one poet that inspired me to write this actually. You can skip this part if you just want to know about the technical structures and literary devices and specific meanings behind the poem

The title was originally part of a completely different short story/prose poetry  (i hadn't made up my mind yet) thing i was going to write but then never got around to finishing. but i just so happened to be going through my old writing (always keep a handy little notebook on hand. it has saved my life so many times) and find the little snippet i wrote and go, 'wait i actually like this very much' and decide to reuse it for something else.

but anyway, couple hours later im doing a voice of country thing for my literature class and analysing poetry by indigenous and aboriginal Australian poets. and i come across this little poem called 'a portrait of a genderkweer on fire'  by a certain Ellen van Neerven (who belongs to the Mununjali Yugambeh people of south east Queensland btw) (go check out their poetry it is genuinely life changing) and it sticks with me you know. it really does. poc trans people writing about their lived experiences as poetry? why didn't I, a poc trans person, think about that!

(no seriously, in all my years of writing poetry it for some reason never occured to me to write about my people. so genuinely thank you Ellen for that!)

now i've already got a first line ive been wanting to use, i am feeling extremely queer and angry because of unrelated transphobia a friend faced and i have a mechanical pencil and notebook in hand.

So i start writing.

(Apologies for my awful handwriting. i was writing while pacing and waiting for the bus)

Alright, kiddies. As you can see, most of the poem was taken verbatim with very few changes to the actual word choices behind the poem. (I will be doing a deep dive into the language as well, dont you worry)

The biggest change made actually is the switch from prose poetry to a more traditional stanza poem. i made the decision to do this actually because originally the poem was meant to be much longer and incorporate the original piece i decided to rework this into.

The quote 'sometimes i imagine what heaven is like' was meant to be repeated at the start of different stanzas which would be written in prose form, each detailing a different phase of queer love in secret, from secret night time affairs (this specific poem) to escape and loving loudly (the original thing i wrote). however, it didn't really work the way i wanted it too and i decided this was fine as it was and started to edit and play around with it a bit.

i changed 'sometime i imagine what heaven is like' to 'Do you imagine what heaven looks like?' and made it the title of the poem instead of the first sentence. the poem itself now becomes the narrator's idealised image of what heaven would be like for them. i go a bit more on depth about this in point 3 of Changes to the structure

Changes to the structure

As mentioned, the first change was from prose to stanzas. I'm about to get full on literature student about this so bear with me

Each stanza has one (1) extra line from the previous one in the poem. For ex: stanza 1 has 4 lines, stanza 2 has 5 lines, and stanza 3 has 6 lines. this was a deliberate choice i made. not to be too english teacher about this but it shows the narrator is coming to some sort of a revelation soon. (i wont spoil too much about this tho. for reasons)

ENJAMBMENTS!!! if you don't know what an enjambment is, it refers to a line break that interrupts the flow of a sentence: usually the line usually doesn’t end with punctuation, and the thought continues on the next line. now, i heavily fuck with enjambments in poetry. which is why i was so eager to use them over here. they represent a kind of stream of consciences here rather than structured thought. enjamments also help in rising tension and drawing the reader in deeper, making them want to continue reading to find out what happens next.

syntax: now the poem is actually meant to be wish fulfilment of sorts for the narrator, where they imagine all the things they wish they could do with their lover. that's why its not written in present tense using sentences like 'the moon shines' or 'the bedsheet are sweaty...'. The narrator is basically telling the moon to shine through his windows and the bedsheets to be stained and his lover to run a finger down his spine. we don't actually have anything written in present tense till 'She holds me close...'

the random spaced out/missing words a.k.a SYNTAX 2.0! because yes. there are certain words missing. ive intentionally left a space between 'left' and 'tramp' and between 'Boy' and 'fuchsia'. there is also a missing word before 'count'. now, if you read my original version of the poem, you can find out what words are actually supposed to be there, but when i put it into verse form, i found that many of the words id written in prose didnt actually fit. but without them the sentence kind of fell apart. so i decided to leave blank space where those words were supposed to go to signal to the reader that something is missing while not actually needing to mention that

4.5. just like the stanzas growing by a single line in each verse, the missing words also increase in a frequency of one (1), zero of them in stanza 1, a single missing word in stanza 2 and 2 of them in stanza 3.

5. capitalisations and Punctuations to immerse the reader more and help with the stream of consciousness style of the poem, most of the poem is written in lowercase with no punctuation being used throughout the only things capitalised are 'Factory Made Cunt', '... Boy' and 'She holds me...' you may have noticed a common string between these words is they are all related to gender. 'Factory Made Cunt' especially was written to put emphasis on the inherent transness of the character while '... Boy' was capitalised for this and to have more of a visual distinction from the black space that follow. 'She hold me...' however was written to directly contrast the lowercase 'god' and how to the narrator their lover is the divine being instead of any so called god (which is weird because i personally am a religious person).

Language choices and line by line analysis:

'moon shine through the' - moon shine over here is meant to show how queer people often can only exist in the freedom on night time and their love is often only seen within the secrecy of moonlight and not under the brightness of the sun. (also all moon deities are queer icons).

A friend of mine also provided the connection to 'moon shine' being a reference to illegal moonshine (home brewed extremely strong alcohol) and how that itself was a reference to illegally transtioning without the goverment knowing/able to get medical stuff

'window illuminating short bristles of': the narrators lover being a trans girl with a buzz cut was an intentional choice to show that gender expression does not equal actual gender. buzz cuts are traditonally associated with men, but also many butches in the community rock a buzz cut as well and its too show that there's no right way of being trans and presenting as a woman.

'her hair tickling' and 'the underside of my nose': im going at these two together since i don't really have much to say about them separately. it's more meant to be visual imagery, reinforcing the two are intimate in some manner but not really expanding whether it's platonic or romantic yet. its also meant to evoke the image of the narrators lover lying on their chest and but the narrator not caring about the fact that they might be slightly uncomfortable but loves their girl too much to push them away

'bedsheet sweaty and cum': confirming the fact that they are in a sexually intimate relationship and are lying post-coital (i cannot believe i just used the term coital. this has become an academic essay)

'stained entangle around the curve of' - some sensual imagery and tactile imagery

'her thigh where my' - more imagery

'lipstick left        tramps stamps on her' - tramp stamp is a reference to how trans women are often oversexualised and is meant to be a reclamation of their own bodies and sexualities

'Factory Made Cunt' - emphasis is placed on these words by being the first capitalised words in the entire poem as of yet. its meant to kind of condemn the never ending discussion about trans women's bodies and especially their genitals and the hyper sexualization of girlcock by fetishisers (not that there is anything wrong with girlcock. this user loves girlcock and boypussy). its kinda like the narrator is saying 'so what if her pussy is surgically made. how does that make it any lesser)

'           count down the' - once again, not really much to say

'knobs of my spine leaving behind a shivering' - more more sensual imagery

'mess of a Boy    fuchsia bright silicone' - just like how 'Factory Made Cunt' condemned speculation on trans women's bodies, this condemns speculations on those of trans men. it also challenges the assumption that just because you are a man or that you top, you immediately have to be the dominant one in the relationship. 'fuchsia bright' was also a deliberate syntax choice. the silicone is the bright thing here not the fuchsia giving the narrator the chance to have a dick which is bright/illuminated moment for them as a trans boy.

'dick still hard whispering lover' - the 'dick still hard' part was meant to be an ironic comment on how cishetero patriarchal society is always going about people in sapphic relationships using dildos and saying that they should just fuck a real man instead of a fake approximation of one (not that they are that eloquent) but the joke is that while those criticising sapphics who use dildos actually need to wait for a dick to get hard again before they can have sex while the sapphics don't have to worry about that since dildos are always hard. also the 'whispering lover' thing was written completely out of spite to prove the friend with the moonshine interpretation wrong when she said that lover cannot be an appropriate term of endearment and to her credit she has since changed her mind and has been very gracious about it and glad to be immortalised in a poem in this form

'in my ear She holds me close' - more more more sensuous imagery along with auditory imagery of whispering in ears.

'leaving behind no space for god' - a play on the popular phrase 'leave some space for Jesus'

Anyway, this turned out way to big and way to detailed for a simple little analysis but once again, i am a student of literature and this is quite literally my life's passion, made even easier since i have direct access to the writer's brain instead of having to make my own assumptions and spend hours researching.

I hope you enjoy if you or anyone else even bothers to read through considering just how much i actually wrote. but yeah, here's my final literary analysis of my poem Do you imagine what heaven looks like?

[fanficfanatic000]

Eddie Munson x fem . scary how I hate you

Eddie Munson x fem Warning Enemies to lovers Bullying. Chrissy mean girl. Halloween party halloween themed 18+

part 1

:scary how i hate you :

It's October 27th Tues only four days until Halloween…. Halloween.. ugh I am not exited only because of him..and the party Steve invited me to a halloween party in the woods but stupid me, said yes before asking who was gonna be there. But of fucking course he is.. and by he I mean Eddie Munson. The guys who I tried to be friends with but then I had a crush on him until he hated me one day for no reason. Unless there is a reason…." Y/N! Are you ready? Your gonna be late for school" "Yeah one sec mom." You grab your black jacket and walked outside to the car.

School

You walk through the doors of Hawkins high just to see a skeleton decoration hung from the ceiling, paper bats on the walls, and orange streamers across the halls. "Hey Y/N color is better on me?" And then here's my best Freind Robin Buckley "earth to Y/N should i do red or blue or is there a better color?" "for what?" "Well im gonna probably go by starcourt after school to get some hairdye and a halloween costume so What color? And do you want to come with?" "Yes i would like to come and i think a dark jade green would look great on you and it matches your personality." "Okay sounds good meet you after school." And you finally made it to your locker to grab your note book and pencils when it gets slam shut. "fuck.." "hey Y/n so how should i be better then you today oh right i just act normal." "Chrissy.. what a pleasure… not really" "hm so how should i kiss eddie tonight?" You walk away to class I can't believe me and her use to be friends.

After school you met Robin and now are at starcourt mall "Okay I got the hair dye now let's go get costumes." You walk in the halloween shop And see masks, fake Weapons, costumes sexy and scary. "Yes!! Okay im gonna go try this on" she holds up a sexy Liberian costume. You search through the costumes Until you found a vampire costume You grab it and you tried it on "woah y/n you look great " "thanks " You say as you look in the mirror the red dress that clings to your curves and the black cape that hangs to your knees it's perfect "nice costume but i think it would look better on my floor" Fuck noo! It's him Eddie Munson "munson.. how's chrissy your girlfriend" "shes not my girlfriend but you could be." Your face now red of course anything to make you upset if he only knew why jokes like that make you mad because you wish it where true but it can't be "fuck you munson" "gladly" after you got changed back into your normal clothes you paid for your costume and some fake blood and red lipstick "Okay cmon y/n lets go"

4 days have passed And all you could think about is the party and eddie munson.. it's stupid how he hates me but I still have feelings for him but I guess I'm dumb

Find out next time

Wait until Part 2

[lukecastellan]

evil author day!!

i literally just learned what this is (you post a snippet from a story with no strings attached as to when or if it will be continued, basically), and so im gonna use it as an opportunity to share a bit from one of my original stories :)

If you do read it, let me know how you feel and also, what you think the story is about!!

Jake had known these people for three full years now, and the absolutely worst part of attending a boarding school was that he was never truly free of them. Some of the peers he had hardly exchanged more than ten words with, and yet he could confidently exclaim what their preferences were, what they were insecure about, all of the specifics of their godforsaken allergies.

Alexandre Carvalho didn’t have any allergies, for example, though he was uncharacteristically afraid of bees, nimbly circling around locations whenever he faintly spotted one. Still, that had never stopped him from being constantly outdoors, soaking in the ever glorious afternoon sun, always involuntarily pushing different parts of his body to practice something soccer related, which he obstinately referred to as football. And despite its international curriculum and mostly exported student body and faculty, Farlow Academy was obsessed with soccer. So they were obsessed with Alex, too.

“Jacob?” He heard Miss Belmont nudge, apparently not for the first time.

He feigned embarrassment. “Sorry, Ma’am. I guess my brain hasn’t fully settled down from vacation mode. What was the question?”

His teacher gave him an endearing smile. “That is quite alright. I asked everyone to give me one or two words projecting what they expect this year to be. Could be individually, or on a worldwide scale, if that is easier.”

He considered the task, but it was challenging to squeeze a sincere reply out of his overridden brain. 

His mind was too focused on the memory of Alex Carvalho’s deltoids compressed inside his jersey as he headed a ball to a winning goal and the entire school erupted in celebration, dripping with conquest, while Jake remained motionless in the bleachers.

Jake closed his eyes in contemplation, urging himself not to veer too crookedly into his frustrations, digging deep into his heart in order to find the proper answer.

Alex going neck to neck with him for top student; Alex winning the election for class president in a landslide; Alex speaking three languages fluently, his piercingly green eyes glinting as he sheepishly accepted more praise.

Alex being asked to join DeLa. His DeLa, his dream, his aspirations, his future.

Jake forcefully pressed the tip of his pencil until it caved, enjoying the brief seconds of tingling pain as it pierced his skin.

“Turnaround,” he finally uttered, taming his anger, consciously choosing to take control. “It is the year where everything changes.”

__________

[cloudcountry]

You may already be acquainted with my brand of wackyness but this is your chance to get new lore about me!

Areas of skill: Music(various), Art, picking way too many languages to learn all at once, misspelling people's names

Appearance: Tall enough to make fun of short people but short enough to ask tall people "how's the weather up there", I blush very easily, ideal human pillow shaped

I am a ♋

one time I trew away a can of soda before fully finishing it and I couldn't bear the guilt of lying to my mom about it and eventually confessed. if I came back home one day to find it completely empty, my first thought would be "MY BOOKS!!!". i hate running mostly because i am bad at it like really I am a pathetic sight, i walk very fast tho. one time I stabbed an annoying kid with a pencil (my weapon of choice) in the middle of class and got away with it. I can fade into the background and exit or enter without being noticed, not that i do that on purpose, some people just don't notice. i show up to places early and sit there anxious about it. i like skirts and pastels but apparetly the way i talk conflicts with that imagine and gives people backlash (imagine a barbie doll that swears) I get attached to objects very easily and hoard stuff. i will try cooking recipes Ive never actually eaten and suffer through eating them when they turn out bad. i am very bad at texting back but will cry if my friends or family stop texting. Im shy and anxious upon first meet but if I know you then I'll probably trow my hands in the air and yell your name when i see you, if you go for a hug I'll take it. I keep to myself but if i get comfortable with you im gonna start yelling a lot. Currently more scared of dolphins than sharks cuz i am cursed with knowledge. I've been called "very responsible" but also "you must like making things not easy for yourself"

Love, V <3

"cichlid fish is reaaaaal sweet when you get to know 'em." floyd hums thoughtfully.

"floyd gave you this nickname because of your fashion sense and your 'off-putting' demeanor. this fish is similar to a betta fish, which is vil schoenheit's nickname. this should give you an idea of what they're like. cichlid fish can be very aggressive despite their beautiful scales, but also very affectionate in their flirting. they do this by shaking their fins and tail which can easily be mistaken for a challenge." the debtor jots down a few notes before placing their notepad down with a quiet yawn.

[pepperdee]

as per the post i just reblogged, 2022 was not a great writeblr year for me

I started this blog in January 2021 (technically december 2020 but i was setting it up for a while) and I ran it pretty consistently. I was doing tag games, I was making friends, I was doing the memes.

Then....i finished a draft in...june? july? one of the j's where it was hot out. and suddenly i was rewriting it again because i'm incapable of finishing anything. and then i did the hellish 18 credit hour semester. which included the design project that, while writing related, delayed any real progress for over a month. and then i did an internship and three workshop classes. and while i could have shared some stuff i put in there, some of it was "too spoilery" for my comfort for the internet; in some ways, real life has more anonymity than the internet in sharing those details. and then it was summer, and i had to move, i had to get a job, and my tumblr bookmarks folder reached nearly 100. and that's of the posts i managed to bookmark. then i was adjusting to a new school and a schedule that was completely full.

but my life is reaching a...balance again, i think. Once I take my last final on Thursday, the only other thing occupying my time is going to be work...but I'm much more comfortable there and I find myself actually being able to think about writing when i'm there.

I've been working on pencil doodles of everyone that i want to include in a brand new wip intro. i'm probably going to download Campfire to my phone so that during slow moments or my breaks i feel like i can work on stuff without having to use the awkward word app. heck, I still got that big ass project file. most of it is still accurate. accurate enough, at least.

I'm also going to try to compile a reading list. I haven't read a book for fun or leisure since, uh.....oh. oh no. i think it was last june. and it was percy jackson. this is worse than i thought. but yeah part of what's messing me up is that i feel like i've forgotten what complete literature is like. my vocabulary is in shambles. but i'm gonna try to read one book a month. i think that, at the very least, is manageable, especially because I'm only taking one english class this spring, so i wont feel like im supposed to be reading so much