#cheryl: discourse.

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open to: anyone 21+.

ㅤㅤ" listen — i don't make the rules. if you didn't apply for an extensions within forty-eight hours of the deadline then that's on you. you'll be capped at merit, so long as you earned one. " try not to sound too happy, professor morgan.

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starter for: @tangiblc​. from: cheryl.

               parties and gatherings had never been her thing , having always preferred to drink in solitude than with company as she finds most people to be loud and overbearing , her family included . her husband was a loud drunk , always retelling the same old jokes , bellowing with laughter as others often laughed along with him . idiots . she can tell they all just creep around him for the sake of their reputation , and she’d be damned if she was to spend one of her only nights off with the likes of them .                 she’d slipped away the second the opportunity had reared it’s head , pouring herself a glass of whiskey   -   it’s not her preference , but it was what was available . she hides out on the front porch , glass in hand and cigarette lit . her husband would faint if he knew that she hadn’t really quit , but when she’s married to a man like that , she’s surprised she’s not picked up more than two bad habits . and to think she’d dressed so nice as well , hoping for a little bit more attention than she usually got .. still , she doesn’t look as good as his brand new assistant .

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surprise starter for @caeruleums!

ㅤㅤhands absorb the warmth radiating from her freshly brewed coffee, gaze focused on the trail of steam as she mentally prepares herself to shed the self-imposed weight off from her shoulders. " i think i'm going to file for divorce. "

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open to: any gender! plot: mrs cheryl morgan, english literature professor, head of the english department and best selling author, is unhappily married and utterly miserable at work and could do with a distraction. your muse could be either a student coming to talk about a bad grade (or even a good one), a fellow professor, teaching assistant, her boss, etc. 

               working in education was truly a nightmare. she knows that she doesn’t necessarily have to, that she makes more than enough to support herself and her family with the profit she makes from the sales of her books, earning enough to make her husband insecure. she does it because she wants to, because she likes to make a difference and to have somewhat of an impact, even if it is only the course of a couple years. plus, it gets her out of the house and out of her husbands hair, or lack thereof. but what she didn’t like was having to stay behind late, grading what felt like the entire student bodies literature assessments.                 she’s tired, the bags under her eyes reveal that much for her, the side of her left hand smudged with ink from her pen, the black lace of her bra peaking out from the low neckline of her shirt, her blazer jacket clumsily folded over the back of her chair as she writes away, only stopping and smudging the word she’d just written when someone entered her office, cussing under her breath as she kisses her teeth.  “ have you ever heard of knocking? “  she mutters, straightening up in her seat upon seeing who it was.  “ sorry, sorry, just... one of those days, y’know? “  she offers an apologetic, exhausted smile, dropping her pen as fingers attempt to fix her hair, clearing her throat.  “ so, what can i help you with? “ 

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ㅤㅤcheryl was absolutely terrified. affairs stemming from excessive online flirtations was one thing to write about, but actually engaging in the immoral acts she judged her characters for was a new level of low. but her marriage was on the rocks, barely held together by loose threads following their kids' departure for college; leaving her and her husband alone long enough for the first time in twenty-one years for her to realise that maybe marrying him had been a mistake. oh, how her dearly departed mother would turn in her grave if she knew that it'd only taken twenty years for her daughter to heed her advice.

ㅤㅤshe was the first one to check into their pre-booked room. she'd stayed in this hotel once before, on a road trip to a meeting with her publisher. only that time she'd been alone. not waiting inside for her date to join her. not that she'd class this as a date. it'd been discussed: no real names and no strings attached. and yet she felt like her heart was in her throat whilst she waited: dressed to the nines with a pretty black dress on, in a four-star hotel room, and with a seedy reputation no less. and yet, she'd never felt so pretty. she was fixing her hair in the mirror when the turning of the handle had her stomach churn, seeing their reflection in the glass before she spun around; eyes wide and her freshly glossed petals agape as she stares. " i— i think you have the wrong room. i'm waiting for my husband? " she couldn't even try to sound convincing with her lie, but she just figured it all to be one big sick joke of a coincidence.

open to m/f/nb. cheryl morgan (ap lit professor and smut author) and your muse have been talking online, and they've planned a night at a hotel together. but uh oh, what if they actually know each other... dream connections are a student, one of her kids' friends/partners, husbands coworker/brother, etc.

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open to m/f/nb.

plot in source.

ㅤㅤ" i'm too old for you. "

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ㅤㅤ" i guess i'll take this slightly awkward opportunity to tell you your final grade: you got a B. "

open to anyone! plot in source.

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ㅤㅤ" so— i'm officially a divorcee. are you sure you still want me now that i'm no longer a married woman? "

closed starter for @terrorbitch.

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starter for: @tucuerpo​.

               family vacations had always been fun. expensive, considering her sons inability to be satisfied with the company of their family and instead expecting good ole’ mumsy to fork out the extra cash to invite his significant other at the time. it’s a good job her newest book was a best seller. she always could rely on fellow miserable housewives to buy and enjoy her content that mainly focused on a bored, lonely housewife and their insatiable needs. hey, it pays the bills and then some!                clad in a white bikini and a blush pink high-waisted maxi skirt, she paced around the rented villa, picking up the towels that had been discarded by the men of the house and tossing them in the basket that was resting on her hip. even on vacation, she still doesn’t seem to get much rest. they’d all gone out on their ritual boys night of the trip, leaving her with her sons girlfriend for company. not that she minds! her husband and her son can become... unbearable, to say the least. a hand lifts to knock gently against their door, clearing her throat before she slowly opens it a crack.  “ i hope i’m not barging in, darling! have you got anything that needs washing for tomorrows beach day? any bikinis you want to rewear? if so, just toss ‘em my way! i’m already doing half a load for them two, so i may as well make it a full one. “ 

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ㅤㅤ" i didn't— i didn't want to hurt you. or get you in trouble, or anything like that. " her voice was strained, anxiety riddled in her tone. she could've stopped her husband. could've spun another web of her believable lies for him to get caught up in to buy them some more time. but she didn't know how, not without exposing herself and her lies entirely. " i didn't have a choice. "

closed starter for @fatedtragedy, based on.

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ㅤㅤ" you know your mother can never find out about this, right? "

closed starter for @r3dblccd.

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ㅤㅤ" don't get too excited, okay? it's just a key... " cheryl starts, her voice a little timid as she fumbled around in her bag to try and find the spare she'd just had cut. " but it's for my office. you know, the one in the garden? so you can visit me whenever you want. but you can only use the entrance at the end of the yard, or my husband or the gardener might catch you. " she was talking still when she finally found it: a freshly cut key with a cute and on-brand book-shaped keyring.

closed starter for @velvetdesirez.

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ㅤㅤ" congratulations, by the way. i'm really happy for the two of you. " she couldn't even try to sound like she meant it, petty bitterness laced in her tone as she kept her hands firmly to herself despite temptations. " have you set a date? "

closed starter for @caelestiigne. based on.

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ㅤㅤ" now i'm ready to go. i'm sick of hanging out and i'm ready to go. "

@bittcrsuite ᯓᡣ𐭩'd for a lyric starter. ⛇☃︎ gloom by djo.

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ㅤㅤ" your recent string of absences are a cause for concern and your grades are faltering... is everything okay? "

closed starter for @missperfectlyfinewrites.

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ㅤㅤ" so... did you like the preview that i sent you? you did read it, right? "

closed starter for @charlie69.