#Idk why i was struggling to answer the guilty pleasure one i was having a serious brain fart there oof

[societyofsaintignacio]

🎂🍪🍟?

Apologies for the delayed response.

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of them? How do they surprise people?

Elijah is stern in appearance and disposition and the scarred side of his face draws a lot of negative attention. In reality he’s quite warm and protective towards his friends and family but his shyness around new people tends to conceal this fact.

His conservative views and stoic masculinity has strangers feeling surprised when they learn that Celestinos trained to be a ballet dancer before he went to seminary. He still maintains an interest and passion for dancing, despite not really having time for it or any formal training anymore.

Hendrik-Jan has a sweet and gentle nature and comes across as being rather naive, but he can be quite insensitive and unempathetic, which is something that manages to shock even friends and family at times.

🍪: What is something that is sentimental to your OC?

Elijah has tartan from Scotland that was hand made by the women in his family. He keeps it his closet and seldom wears it but it's one of his few treasured possessions.

Celestinos has an old pair of ballet shoes that his grandmother had bought him when he was a child. They're worn and have seen better days but he fondly remembers his grandma's support of his love for dancing.

Hendrik-Jan keeps a diary and keeps record of as much of his day to day activities and the people he cares about as he can. He collects photos and other small momentos that he keeps in one of the drawers in his dresser.

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

Elijah is too honest to lie and feels he’s too old to be embarrassed over trivial things that he enjoys. He was raised in a predominantly female household so he enjoys having a habitual skincare and hair routine regardless of how he might get mocked or teased for being “girly”. It feels good to take care of himself in that way but it also reminds him of his upbringing.

Celestinos admits to liking “chick flicks” but his actual guilty pleasure is trashy reality TV shows. He can’t resist gawking at the chaos.

Hendrik-Jan would say his guilty pleasure is something generic like enjoying pastries but he actually loves secular media far more than Christian ones despite any sort of “sinful” content or messaging in them. He always has had a fascination with non-Christian people and ideas.

[fiercynn]

so @manogirl, @inventedfangirling, and @sharingfandoms all tagged me in the thai ql favorites tag game (thanks friends!), and i wasn't sure if i had enough to say about shows other than bad buddy to do it, but i figure you can't ever talk about bbs too much amirite

favorite thai ql: yeah so it's bad buddy, surprise surprise. i watched it all in the course of like 36 hours in february 2022, not long after it had ended, and it has been thoroughly stuck in my soul ever since. i've watched it so many times and in so many pieces that i couldn't even guess at a number. i've posted...uh...200k words of bad buddy fic in the past year and half? the obsession is real. it's just such a perfect mix of antagonistic and silly and tense and sweet and heartbreaking and healing that i keep going back to it over over. i love its narrative arc, and i love its little details, and i love all the ways we get to keep reinterpreting it over and over in fanworks. and i love the people i've met in the fandom, which is really hard to separate from the show! i've made really close and awesome friends here, which seems extremely fitting tbh. so yeah anyway i like that show a lot

favorite pairing: seems obvious given my previous answer, but patpran, followed closely by inkpa! idk i just think they're both neat and extremely in love

most underrated actor: JENNIE PANHAN I NEED HER IN EVERYTHING OKAY

favorite character: parakul siridechawat. he's just so in love you guys, even when (he thinks) it's hopeless. i love a character who pines. my sexuality is pining actually and pran's might be too (jk i love pran for many many many reasons but this is the one i felt like talking about today)

favorite side character: i think it has to be a tie between mae from 3wbf and longtae from a tale of thousand stars...two very different characters! i love mae in all her complexity, her efforts to be good and kind and empathetic that are interrupted by the death of the one person who was good and kind and empathetic towards her, and her search for revenge once he's gone, and then her ultimate realization that she needs to stop the cycle of violence even if it takes one more act of violence herself. meanwhile i love longtae because he is sweet and funny and adorable and such a good friend to literally everyone in pha phun dao and also it's khao, how could i not?

favorite scene in a ql: so if i type the letter "y" in my browser, the first search result is the youtube link to bad buddy episode 5 part 4/4. does that answer your question

favorite line in a ql: i thought i was going to struggle with this one but it came to me instantly: uncle tong from bad buddy saying, "you might think one man can't change the world. but i want you to know that this world can't change someone like me either." have i mentioned i am both queer and work in climate activism for a living

most anticipated ql (& why): 23.5 degrees the series!!!! i was already one million percent there for milklove but the recent confirmation of viewjune is just like the icingest of icing on the cake. i'm so fucking stoked you guys

i'm sorry i'm not going to answer the question on guilty pleasure series because like @manogirl i do not believe in the concept, nor the ones on healthiest vs. toxic relationships because i simply do not feel like it <3

most underrated series: hmm, most of the thai ql series i've seen are too well-known/watched to count for this. like would we call gap the series underrated? probably not, right? maybe...triage? but i personally felt like triage got pretty uneven in the second half...idk this is the problem with having mostly stuck to gmmtv huh

i really have not kept good track of who has done this meme already so ummmm @citystoryscapes @mahuhumaling @melto @mousieta @incandescentflower @galauvant @dancing-out-in-space

[reggieblk]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you sm for the tag, @liquidluckandstuff !! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 4, though there should be another arriving before the end of the year

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

278,494 but with me being the kind of person to not post WIPs, that number is not representative of how many words I've actually written.

I just checked all my docs, and my unpublished WIPs come out to 460 393 words so far (across 4 different long fics and 3 oneshots).

So my actual word count is 738 887. what the fuck. i started writing this year btw (in february i think) so this is probably a sign of something worrying lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have 4 fics posted but the order is : equals in life, let the light in, love is such a dreadful thing (and dread is so lovely), and to hold your life in my decaying hands

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

Yes! I just enjoy interacting with people who took the time to read, enjoy, and comment on my fics. People are generally very nice to me too, so it's always a pleasure to chat.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angsty endings lol. I suppose I have to say equals in life bc it's bittersweet? but it's not angsty imo

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

We're gonna have to stray into WIP territory here, but I'm going to have to say If we were lovers; the ending is very sweet

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have not, no, which I am super grateful for lol. I have gotten annoyingly critical comments though

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I'm confused about the second part of the question, what kind? Idk man they bone, what more can I say? But I do write explicit smut scenes bc they're fun

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I've had a few people inquire about translating equals in life and they're always so so lovely and respectful! Thank you to all translators out there!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, no.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

If you asked me this last year I would've said Drarry, and my answer would have been the same over the last ten years. However, I have come to favour Tomarry & Harrymort, I sway more closely to Harrymort between the two but not enough for me to give a definitive answer.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Er, I didn't count this one in my answer to the word count question but I have a tiny bit of it written. It would've been an eighth year Drarry fic where Harry's struggling through the aftermath of losing Voldemort's soul -- it would've been the most Harrymort coded Drarry fic lmao. But I don't think I'll ever finish it, simply bc my other WIPs are a lot more interesting.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would say dialogue, and I'm quite good at what I call recall, I rarely forget details about my fics so I like sprinkling in recalls to lots of little details previously mentioned, sometimes so small the reader wouldn't be able to pick them up I think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes are the bane of my existence. I'm just Not Good at them. The writing doesn't flow, the scene is badly set up, they're just not my thing. I actually have a WIP I started in the hopes of getting better at action scenes haha.

I'm not that good at describing people. With it being fanfiction I just assume people know what they look like, but even if they do, physical descriptions add so much to the fic, and I should do them more often.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm guilty of this lol. I like doing it in french bc it's fun, but for another fic I had to sprinkle in some italian (i don't speak italian) and it's just stressful (thankfully my beta does understand italian so they helped me). I try not to do it in languages I don't speak.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I'm going to say Harry Potter, but I'm not going to check that. I know that when I was younger I wrote quite a bit of fanfic I kept to myself, and I'm fairly certain the first was Harry Potter. But I also know I wrote some other stuff that I will not be disclosing lol

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

I have to say it, equals in life (partners in death)

But, I'm very fond of this oneshot I wrote: to hold your life in my decaying hands

And my favourite long fic I've written is If we were lovers, which will hopefully be out before the end of the year.

Tagging: @auphaniim @thequietsoliloquy @tommarvoloriddlesdiary & @pinktom (pretty sure some of you have already been tagged, sorry) no pressure ofc!! x

[marzipanilla]

Fanfic writer ask game right back at ya ( ` ∇ ´ ), so:

How many wips do you have right now?

What is your least favorite character to write about and why?

Do you have a “guilty pleasure” (trope, character, au etc.) to read or write?

If you could erase any three tropes from existence, what would they be?

1) ahhahahahahhahahah wips, my beloved my beloathed

I have 28 incomplete works posted on AO3, some of them are abandoned, but quite a few are things I do intend to finish/return to. Unposted... I don't have access to everything I have laying around rn bc I am visiting people, but I have about... 24 unposted stories (mostly Invincible fic) and two of the series I have for Invincible have like 6+ stories vaguely hashed out in them each so that's like, another 12 if we're counting that lol

2) hmm. Even characters I dislike I don't necessarily mind writing for bc as long as I feel like I have a basis for how I feel the character operates it isn't difficult to write them per say. I guess this isn't a thing about difficulty though, it's about liking doing it. I guess this comes to, characters I don't know I hate writing about. If I feel like I am unfamiliar with them it becomes a struggle and it makes me hate my writing. I have a Power Rangers things on AO3 that I did for someone and I am 100% unfamiliar with the material and writing it was such a garbage experience (not bc of the person just for me) so. Characters I don't know. Hate it.

3) idk I try to take guilt out of the equation lol I guess whump? Just like, really dragging characters across the emotional and physical coals. A bit of a bleed over into the hurt/comfort genre I guess, I do like the exploration of healing, not as a return to normal, but as discovering how things have changed as a result of experiences? Love it. I guess a more silly answer is crossover AUs. Just going through an actor/author's past works and finding a way to mash them all together. I think that stuff is pretty fun.

4) hmmm. tropes to erase.

One true love. The idea that one person is the specialist special and all other previous relationships just don't matter/didn't count/don't compare. You can love more than one person over the course of your life! You can have more than one meaningful relationship! It's okay to love different people differently but just as intensely !

Chosen one stuff is pretty meh for me too. Like, the moment destiny gets involved a part of my brain goes oh? so it was all meaningless bc it was always going to be this person/situation regardless? When treated straight, not a fan, but when a concept gets more meta w it or actually does give choice (thus negating the pre-ordained railroading) I can take an interest.

The notion of a happy ending meaning everyone should be married and have babies. Could do without that.

[rantingcrocodile]

Idk who else to ask but. Last night I had a dream that I was in a Killing Stalking type situation where I was kidnapped and trapped in a basement by my ex, who irl abused me for so many years. I was moving around in the basement to find my escape and he saw me through those little windows. So he came inside the basement and then we had sex. And it was great. And now I’m awake and so confused. Why would I enjoy something that sick?

Obligatory "not a therapist" answer, but I can guarantee that none of that meant that you "enjoyed" your dream the way that you think it does.

After enduring abuse for years, there are times when your brain tries to process the full situation, and that processing comes through in dreams. Revisiting the abuse in that dream, then mixed up with pleasurable sex, seems to very clearly indicate the torment of, "I was abused, but it wasn't always bad in that relationship" and even some hints of "maybe I deserved it" or "maybe some of it was actually my fault."

One thing about abusers is that there are times when they can be "amazing," and then other times, they are quite literally nightmares. That allows them to manipulate their victims even more. After all, if he isn't bad all of the time, then he must have certain triggers, so therefore, it's the victim's fault for triggering that abusive response. Or so the manipulative abuse says, when we all actually know that it's never the victim's fault.

Do you sometimes have guilty little thoughts about missing him? Or missing "the good times," when he wasn't being abusive? How about, "he would have been perfect if only he hadn't [done those things]?" Because that's a trauma response in itself, a more subtle self-victim-blaming and reaction to gaslighting and abuse.

Or maybe that's entirely too deep, and you were simply having a nightmare that was interrupted by some unconnected, physical, tangible arousal in your sleep, so your brain then automatically included a sexual scene as a response to that arousal to make it "make sense."

Dreams are dreams. Unless you happen to be extremely lucky, you can't control them, and they're not your fault.

If you're struggling with the aftermath of being abused, please reach out for some counselling and support, because you do not need to suffer through that alone.

[watermelon-converse]

answer all of them then! no reason to restrict yourself if you wanna do them all 👀 (if you feel like it ofc)

hErE wE gO /pos

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

hmm, three? four if I’m being serious

2. Why do you write fanfiction

because I’m bored as heck and have way too many ideas

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I get super into it and plan everything out before I start. is insane actually

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

all of them. Lex, in particular, @your-local-hurt-comfort-junkie-1 , is so good at writing I can’t even TvT

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

an undisclosed Tangled AU that took me two years. It’s not shared yet lol

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

banter, no question. It just comes lol

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

action omg. I can’t do it XD

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

happy characters or ones in pain. No inbetween.

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

evil characters are hard hhh. I want to make them nuanced! Have depth! If I’m writing fic with a character who doesn’t have that, I’m tempted to put it in, even if I don’t plan to have them in for more that a chapter.

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

f- fluff?

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

tangled heh

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

doing a tangled band Au actually 👀

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Ramona and Beezus, I was six. Yes no that’s the truth

14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?

I want to discover more than tangled lol, I’m getting into amphibia fic now

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?

ramona and beezus probably

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

cheese. Anything that is cheesy, be it fluff, drama, etc. you will cringe as you laugh/cry/pine

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

centaur-ification? idk

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

im working on it

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

AUs are so fun! They have so many possibilities while still being typical to the characters

20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?

both; shippy but plot-centric

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

:sob: cassunzel

and sashannearcy heh

22. Do you listen to anything while you write?

I usually have music on anyway lol

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

independent - it gives me more time

24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

one shots are fun and come naturally, but. Longer things call to me

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

omg yes! But it’s for the long one 👀 do i want to spend another two years doing that 👀

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

not really

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

once someone told me they would be heartbroken if I stopped writing 🥺

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

pretty well! I need it lol

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

writing for characters Im not good with is hard. I’ve always learned from it, though.

30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

F L U F F

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

Nope!

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

The Crystal Gems (Old Skool, with Rose) play baseball

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I care so much about my fics - so much aaaaa

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

from my Owl House fic, Mad but Sad Boy:

“Is that … really a thing? Genuinely good people? People who would make Hunter, not mad or sad, but just … okay?

Maybe even … happy?

He notes how happily Amity Blight talked about Luz. How much laughter there was between the Owl Lady and her pet rat. How much … warmth Hunter gets from this tiny little bird.

“Dang it,” Hunter mutters.

The palisman looks at him gently.

“Wanna go watch some Steven Universe?” Hunter sighs, giving in to his heart for once. For once, all he wants is to feel warm with a friend.

His friend peeps in agreement.

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

LeX YouR fiC iS bReAkINg mE iN tHe bEsT wAyyYyYyYyYyYyY

[itsclydebitches]

Why did RT make Whitely a jerk when they didn’t do anything with it? In V4, it acts like he manipulated Weiss into getting disinherited when he had nothing to do with the event that caused it. Then he briefly distracted Weiss in V6. That’s it. Just make him a good kid in a shitty home! I would’ve loved to see 1 of Schnee kids come out of their home a nice person. He didn’t do much bad, Weiss and fndm hated him, but now they don’t because the show told us he was good now.

I’m so glad you brought up Whitley’s actions in Volume 4, anon, because this has been a thorn in my side ever since he was “redeemed” in Volume 8. I can’t tell you how many posts I’ve seen railing against Weiss forgiving him, saying that’s absurd when he caused her disinheritance, and I’m like no... no. Whitley didn’t cause anything. Whitley is the younger version of Weiss! AKA, an abused kid struggling to keep his head afloat in this household. 

“But, Clyde, Whitley was such an asshole.” Yes, yes he was. Volume 4 is filled with smirking, sarcastic clapping, knowing looks, and fake concern for Weiss. By the time Jacques disowns her in “Punished” we see why Whitley has been acting this way: 

Weiss: Whitley!

Whitley: Yes, sister?

Weiss: Did you know about this?

Whitley: About what?

Weiss: You never liked Winter. You never liked me. But you've been nothing but supportive since the moment I came back.

Whitley: If being kind to my big sister is some sort of crime, then I suppose I'm guilty.

Weiss: ...You wanted this to happen.

Whitley: It's foolish not to do as Father asks.

Now, I’ll admit I’m personally confused as to what purpose Whitley being kind to Weiss serves, or how that behavior reveals a desire for her to be disowned outside of... a general interest in rubbing it in? Idk. It wouldn’t be the first time RWBY’s dialogue implies a lot of nonsense (cough-birds-cough), but the takeaway is that Whitley just wanted this. He didn’t cause it. He has no control over what Jacques does, he doesn’t have Jacques’ ear despite being the favorite (how many times is Whitley sent from the room across the series, reduced to eavesdropping outside?), and he certainly didn’t manipulate the scene at the party. He might have. That might have been something RT wrote, an arc wherein we see Whitley carefully pulling the household’s strings to put Weiss in increasingly stressful situations until she finally does something to piss Jacques off enough... but he didn’t. A different asshole riled Weiss up with his callous remarks, the party conversation fed that flame, and Jacques’ manhandling set her semblance off. What’s Whitley doing during all this? Smiling. He’s taking pleasure in the fact that Weiss is lowering herself in their Father’s eyes, but that doesn’t make him responsible for these events. 

Just as importantly, him being pleased about these turn of events isn’t evidence of an evil nature, it’s evidence that he’s in survival mode. What do we know about the Schnee family? 1. They’ve all been abused by Jacques. 2. They’re filthy rich. 3. The kids have inherited their Mother’s fighting skills... except for Whitley. Working to please his abuser is the only way Whitley has to keep himself safe. 

He does not have the outs that Winter and Weiss did. He doesn’t have the ability to go off to a huntsmen school like Winter. He doesn’t have that ability and an older sibling to guide him like Weiss. The only thing Whitley has is his (implied) talent for business. Running the company. Which is Jacques’ domain. Of course he’s pleased that Weiss has lost her inheritance. Of course he’s hoped that would happen ever since she left. He’s the youngest and has no other prospects except for the company. Becoming Jacques 2.0, keeping him happy, becoming someone invaluable to him (the obedient heir) is the only way for him to try and survive his own abuse. He all but says it to Weiss in that scene: 

It’s foolish not to do what Father says. 

Why would that be? Why might it be foolish to disobey him? Maybe because Jacques is dangerous - both personally and politically - and Whitley has no other means of defending himself except obedience. It’s all well and good to make grand claims like, “He should just leave!” or “Come on, Whitley, fight back!” but abuse doesn’t work that way. It especially doesn’t work that way when he’s a twiggy 14yo without the magic and physical prowess his sisters possess. When Jacques abuses Winter she leaves to go where her school and general can defend her. When Jacques manhandles Weiss she summons a boar to defend herself. When Jacques abuses and manhandles Whitley he... does nothing. Because there’s nothing for him to do. Nowhere to go to, nothing to summon, no one else to turn to. Working very, very hard to ensure he doesn’t piss Jacques off again is the only defense he has. 

You never liked Winter. You never liked me. But you've been nothing but supportive since the moment I came back.

I wonder why that is, Weiss? Why might Whitley not like you? Willow gives us one answer in the form of “You left him alone with us” but the other, simultaneous answer is because he wasn’t born with the cool abilities that allowed her to escape. Why might he hate his two older sisters who won the magical, genetic lottery and escaped this horrible household without a care for what became of him? I have absolutely no idea. Total mystery! 

Whitley is a character who has built his own defenses out of what’s available to him. If he can’t go to school to escape his Father, he’ll make sure his Father can’t find a single fault with him. If he can’t make his way as a huntsmen, he’ll happily inherit the company when big sister Weiss messes things up. And emotionally he’s constructed pretty lies to comfort himself. You think I want the powers that let you defend yourself against ordinary people (like Father), and make people love you, and open a whole world of options to you? No, no, no, they’re barbaric. Why would I want that? 

Weiss: Are you jealous? Is that it?

Whitley: Whatever do you mean?

Weiss: Is that why you hate me? Are you jealous of my abilities? Of Winter's?

Whitley: Hmm... no, not really. Honestly, I find it barbaric. It's beneath people like me. Like Father. 

It’s a classic case of sour grapes. Since Whitley can never have those powers, he’s convinced himself that he’s never wanted them, that they’re “beneath” someone like him. Like Jacques. Father doesn’t have powers, Whitley doesn’t have powers. How convenient! He has to model himself after someone and, well, everyone else left (with Willow metaphorically gone by hiding in her room, drunk). That’s his only recourse, to become what Jacques wants since he’s unable to escape him. We have seen, on screen, Jacques grabbing Weiss’ arm, dictating her movements (why are you leaving my side?), and outright slapping her. Why doesn’t he do those same things to Whitley? Because Whitley learned how to do everything Jacques wanted to get by, right down to wearing little suits and being critical of the two women who “abandoned” the family. It’s him and Jacques vs. the world. There is no one else, so he becomes a mini Jacques, both for safety and for something he perceives as acceptance. 

And the tragedy is that this snowballs. By modeling himself after Jacques, Whitley crafted a personality that no one wants to look too closely at due to that asshole exterior. Willow is too busy drinking. Winter is gone. Weiss doesn’t like him. Even Klein doesn’t like him! But he’s a teenager, not the corporate slaver enacting the abuse, and the fact that no one in the show - no one in his family - went, “Huh, I should probably help Whitley before he literally becomes Jacques in an effort to survive this household” is horrible. We watched Winter help Weiss, but not Whitley. We watched Klein help Weiss, but not Whitley. We watched Willow outright tell Weiss that he’s like this because he was left alone with his abusers, please don’t forget him... and then she forgot him. Only to turn up later demanding access to the home she’d emotionally rejected by sticking a weapon in his face and sending him to his room. When Whitley reveals what was already there, that he’s not inherently a horrible person by helping Nora, Weiss and the show treats it like some kind of “redemption.” But Whitley didn’t need to redeem himself in any way, with the exception of maybe apologizing for just being a general asshole under very justified circumstances. In reality though, his family owes him an apology for writing him off, taking their own advantages for granted, and then being surprised when he didn’t instantly turn out like them. Everyone remembers what Weiss was like in Volume 1, right? That it took leaving that house, living with new people, and having Ruby Rose as an energetic support system to teach her how to be a better person? Whitley had none of that. It’s amazing he’s currently as empathetic as he is, but the fact that so many (characters and fans) expected more without help speaks a lot to how surface emotions trump actual actions. Meaning, characters like Emerald and Hazel did objectively horrific things, including murdering/helping to murder numerous people, but because they sometimes look sad about it on screen most of the fandom defends them. They are adults who made conscious decisions to enact harm in the world, but looking a little sad made me care about them so something-something they were definitely manipulated into this/ignorant about this behavior/forced into this behavior... take your pick as an excuse. But when it comes to the actual abused child on screen whose greatest crime was a few smug comments, oh no. He’s horrible. I can’t believe the show would have Weiss forgive him. But the woman who orchestrated Penny’s death, helped with the Fall of Beacon, and was trying to murder us yesterday? Nah, she’s cool. 

The fact that the show had Emerald literally do nothing to earn her redemption after seasons of villainous activity, but needed Whitley to save Nora/send ships/provide blueprints to redeem himself after being an abused side character this whole time - and the fandom’s reaction to both - says a lot about how ill-considered RWBY’s writing is. 

[butterfrogmantis]

Do you ship any ot3s in the smurfs?

It depends whether you mean ship as in canonically to my AU or just a general like! To be honest, I don't tend to have as many because it's a personal preference and I struggle to write them, but it's not because I inherently dislike it or anything and the answer to the question is yes!

So as far as Smurfs go to answer both, Baker, Miller and SmurfHoney are in a poly relationship for the AU! :)

As for OT3's that aren't canon to the Butterverse but I do like regardless;

MarcoxDreamyxTracker - This was actually a HUGE guilty pleasure ship for a while, less so now because honestly having developed their platonic relationship more I don't think Marco could ever see Dreamy as a romantic prospect, to him he's kinda like a little brother, so that's a bit weird but in any situation where he doesn't I think this one is cute cause Dreamy's loved them both for a long time and Marco and Tracker would share a love for exploration :)

SmurfStormxClumsyxHandy - Yeah I mean, having used to been a ClumsyStorm shipper and now am a Handy/Clumsy shipper but also think the Handy&Stormy NTOB ep was cute it's one I definitely have had this in the back of my mind for a while. Again, AU wise it doesn't really line up anyway but idk, in some other-other AU I think this would be sort of cute/hilarious. Clumsy behind the counter whilst Stormy and Handy say 'excuse me he asked for no pickles' kinda trio XD Hell tbh at that point why not make it SmurfStorm/Clumsy/Handy/Marina and chuck it all in.

GutsyxBrainyxChef - Partially joking. I just have discovered I REALLY Like Chef/Brainy but not more than Gutsy/Brainy so Chef can be the third gear /hj. Gutsy/Chef? Hmm not sure about that one tbh

[missingn000]

F, I, N and E (tpg)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

oooh boy there are a lot from tpg but i've been gushing about this one from ch13 to @yuki-mxivo recently so

~this got long, answers below cut!

--

“Gojo. Listen to yourself.” Nanami raises an eyebrow. “‘He was right?’ Answer me something. When was the last time you took anyone’s advice other than his?”

The question knocks the wind out clear out of Gojo’s chest, dissipating the last of his strength into the evening. “I--I don’t remember,” he breathes. “Is that supposed to make me feel better? It doesn’t. I actually think I feel worse. A lot worse. They love me back, Nanami. How is that okay? It’s not. It’s not okay. It’s not okay, and I don’t care that it’s not okay, and I think I might be a horrible person for not caring that it’s not okay. You were right, too. What the hell am I doing? Nanami, I--”

“Gojo.”

“What?”

“It’s not a sin to want to be loved.”

--

JESUSSSS OKAY. i really love the staccato and pacing of gojo's brief rant. that sort of punchy, short-sentence dialogue that i think really shows how much he's struggling with his feelings. it just has a rhythm to it, y'know? and then of course there's 'it's not a sin to want to be loved.' COME ON. definitely one of my favorite lines i've ever written. it's so nanami, but a nanami that's experienced the affection and familial love he wasn't quite given in canon. i think about that whole conversation between them in ch13 a lot

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

answered in prev ask!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

ahhh...idk. i really want my bsd fic to be complete someday, but i wouldn't want someone else to write it in my place. i wish i could just snap my fingers and it'd be done. someday...

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

i would totally write a tpg sequel of all the characters grown up & their families. do i have several oc biological kids for some of the ships? you bet your ass i do

thanks for asking!! <3

[danpuff-ao3]

7, 16, 28 and maybe pick one more you'd really like to answer? 😊

Hey Lizzy!! 🌺 Thanks for the asks! I especially like the option of picking a question I want 👀

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

E D I T I N G.

Why do I even edit? This is fanfiction. I should spare myself the agony, honestly. (Tbf I don't even edit as hardcore as other people. I usually give it a once over, maybe a twice over. 😅)

Editing is basically the bane of my existence, though.

Also: fic titles.

ALSO: summaries.

Listen, writing is hard enough, why do I have to do all this extra stuff, too? 😭

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

ALL OF THEM. Jk. Probably soulmates, though. And like...people can say whatever they want. Blah blah free will blah blah "but it's more meaningful if" blah blah blah. I don't care. IT BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY. Especially with Snarry.

But I've been convinced Harry and Snape are soulmates for like two thirds of my life, no one is about to convince me any differently. 😂 Whether it's stated in text or not. Is this tagged a soulmate fic? No. Am I going to shriek about how the boys are soulmates anyway? Yes.

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

Absolutely not well at all.

I can understand the value of being able to accept constructive criticism in real life. Fine, okay. I don't like it, but I can accept the value of it.

But with my writing?

My whole entire heart and soul goes into my writing and I'm not even being paid for it. I would like 0 bad feelings about my work, please and thanks.

BONUS ROUND:

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

SO GLAD YOU ASKED 😂

It's like a three-way tie.

1.) A Matter of Time: because I'm pretty sure it's the best thing I've ever written.

2.) Teardrop in Your Palm: idk how to explain this one, but this story came out so perfectly for what it was meant to be. I don't think it'll be anyone's favorite but that's my baby! It gives me the vibe of...as a reader, all those stories I've read that have lived rent free in my head for over a decade. Only I wrote it!! And that's a great feeling.

3.) Lover Boy at Play: pure self indulgence and I don't know that I've ever been happier with a fic???? Yeah. Idk. I think that might be my actual favorite thing I've done. I've been hesitant to say it, but it's been like 6 months since I wrote it so I think I can safely say it now. Of all my stories it's the one I most wanna read.

So...AMT cuz it's the best. Teardrop for being A Vibe. And Loverboy for being my truest love.

[yelenasdog]

it was a pleasure to burn (spencer reid x fem bau!reader)

genre: fluff i think even though the name is v angsty LOL it’s a literal screenplay with the amout of dialogue i wrote LMAO so idk

summary: a particularly rough and disturbing case gets to reader, and spencer and reader are brought together by this.

words: just about 6k (my longest fic ahhHH)

warnings: typical criminal minds gore and violence just up a notch, they get on a plane at the end, somebody gets ~shot~, somebody gets ~bonked~, cursing, mentions of reid’s addiction, and i think that’s it. also the reader wears reading glasses but that’s the only predetermined factor of appearance. btw i don’t think i used any pronouns in this but i apologize if i’m wrong. 

a/n: LMFAO i was outside awhile ago celebrating litha with a nice lil hike and i saw a butterfly and i had just started watching cm and was like hMMm... killer who’s obsessed with symmetry??!1??!? y Es. enjoy 😼 EDIT: THERE IS SO MANY PLOT HOLES OMG FBREHJBFHEJFRE IM RBFBRE

🂦∙🂦∙🂦

Present Day, Central Park, New York

“Aren’t they just stunning?” The unsub spoke, keeping her eyes trained on the butterfly sitting happily on her finger. The brightly colored creature fluttered off her hand that was dripping scarlet, flying around her curly head of brown hair. Her, formerly white, blood-stained dress flowed around her as she followed it, watching in awe as it soared about. She giggled, plopping down on the grass in the middle of a circle of her victim’s pale, lifeless bodies, all of them with ironically morbid butterflies resting upon the frail skin of the corpses.

“Aren’t they, agents?”

She slanted her green eyes, gripping the grass a little harder. I flicked my tongue over my lips nervously, looking over to the lanky man on my left. He simply shrugged, just about as sure of how to handle the situation just as much as I was.

“If I knew you all were coming, I would have cleaned up, I really would have, I promise.”

We slowly walked towards her, twigs and leaves crunching under our feet. It could have been comparable to a hunter stalking its prey, but it unfortunately was quite the opposite.

6 days earlier, Quantico, Virginia

“3 bodies, all found within the last 48 hours in rural New York. So far, the first body has revealed that although it was dumped upstate, the victim was murdered in the city, and the same most likely goes for the other bodies as well. Nails well manicured, no drugs in the system. They aren't junkies, we’re dealing with upper class citizens.”

My face contorted as I took the photos from Reid’s hands, his large and tanned one surprising me by how soft it felt as it accidentally brushed against mine. I blushed like a madman, looking to see him doing the same thing. I cleared my throat getting Rossi’s attention.

“Why are we only now hearing of this?” I questioned, flipping through the images as I did so, my confusion only growing. I didn’t recieve an answer, leaving my curiosity to bloom.

“Wait, how did you say they were killed again?”

Morgan looked up, taking the photos from me. “He didn’t.”

I sighed, pushing my glasses up on my nose.

“Is there at least any correlation between the bodies and the butterflies?”

Our attention was shifted to JJ, the resident expert on the insects.

“Actually, the ones being found with the bodies are from the Amarynthis family, all native to Latin America. They weren’t there by accident so yes, they’re somehow related.”

Rossi stood up, grabbing his coat.

“Well, none of this is nearly enough for a profile, so pack your bags and tell the others, wheels up in an hour. We’re headed to New York.”

4 days earlier, F.B.I. Field Office, New York, New York

“The final report from the latest victim is in, all the autopsies are clean. They show no signs of struggles, no marks, no blood, no anything. The eyes weren’t bloodshot, so suffocation is ruled out, and that was our best bet.”

I sighed, sliding the case file across the glass table to Spence as I took my seat, sinking into it and allowing myself to be consumed by its warmth.

“So what your saying is that we’re back at square one.”

I looked up at Hotch from where I sat, running my hand through my ponytail.

“Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.”

Just then, the young Doctor spoke up as he flipped through the pages.

“The eyes weren’t just not bloodshot, there was barely any blood left in any of the victims bodies, only about 3% of the volume left. The killer drained them.”

Morgan gave me a shocked expression, silently asking for an explanation.

“Which you failed to mention, Y/n.” Aaron spoke, agitation once again present in his voice.

I looked at the ceiling, crossing my arms in front of me before turning to face Hotch once more.

“Yeah, well, I thought it was obvious when I said no blood.” I stuttered out cautiously.

“On the bodies! Not in the bodies!” Morgan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in what was in my opinion, very childish. Everyone else in the room aside from Spencer was either shaking their heads or pinching the bridge of their noses, and reasonably so.

“Look, I’m sorry I just didn’t see it in the report, plus, In the scheme of things, it just doesn’t seem to matter.”

I soon regretted my words, realizing how ill-fit they were for the current conversation I was having. Spencer looked up, tilting his head.

“Doesn’t seem to matter? How? There’s an endless amount of possibilities now that we know this. If we had known it sooner we probably could have figured out the pattern and caught the one doing this!” He harshly spewed, his voice acting like a crescendo of sorts, quiet and calm and moving towards a loud and violent tone. Tears began to prick at the corners of my eyes and I was starting to feel guilty, not to mention absolutely stupid as could be.

“I’m- I really am sorry guys, truly.”

Hotch locked eyes with me, taking a stern tone that one would usually take with a disobedient child, perhaps even Jack.

“I hope that’s a comfort to you when another body shows up. That’s their blood on your hands.”

I was frozen, the gravity of the situation taking its toll.

In the background I heard him say something to Morgan about a new profile having to be made as there were many new things to be known from this revelation. But it all went in one ear and out the other, just unpleasant white noise.

As I clumsily stumbled out of the room, I felt Reid’s eyes burning holes into the back of my brain. I was quick to turn my head to meet his glance, causing him to look down. I felt bad, the weight on my chest growing heavier from the interaction.

I sat down at my desk, turning on my computer and immediately going to google. I typed in “hypnosis” and let the info trickle in.

About 30 minutes later, I still felt absolutely horrible, but I had also put together a valuable profile in the time that had passed. I shut the newly finished file, blowing an abandoned strand of hair out from my eyes. I had to do a double take when I saw Spencer staring once more, his deep hazel eyes meeting my own. I gave him a small smile before standing up and walking to Hotch’s makeshift New York office. I pushed open the heavy door, placing the folder on his too-clean desk.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking it in his hands.

“My theory about the unsub. I think I know what she’s been doing. You can tell the team if you want, I’m not sure if they would wanna hear it from me. ”

He gave a small smile, pushing the file back over to me.

“You get the team together and I’ll get the local PD caught up. You tell them yourself.”

A few minutes later, everyone except for Reid had gathered in the meeting room. I peeked through the half closed blinds that allowed a line of vision to his desk in an attempt to locate him. He was positioned there, staring blankly at his laptop that appeared to have nothing on the screen. I knocked on the window lightly to catch his attention, his glazed over eyes looking in my direction. I tilted my head at him, silently beckoning him to join me. He only shook his in response, shaggy brown locks swaying back and forth. I sighed, frowning at his action. I turned to the group, clasping my hands in front of me.

“Everyone, this will just be a second if you’ll excuse me.”

With a raised eyebrow from Hotchner and a jab in the direction of Spencer’s workspace, I swiftly walked out of the crowded room.

“Spence, care to join us?” I asked, resting one of my hands against my hip, the other on his orderly desk.

“No, I don’t think I will. I need to try to figure this out before she finds her next victim.”

“What makes you think the unsub is a she?” I searched his eyes that had seemingly become brighter at my piqued interest in his hypothesis.

“Well, the unsub seems to be obsessed with symmetry, all the bodies being found in obscure yet symmetrical positions. This could suggest she had some sort of deep rooted insecurity, possibly from some sort of bullying from growing up in a small town where she was looked at as a superior for subpar looks. She moved to the big city, expecting a big break. Instead she was shunned for being less than average. She grew frustrated and as a result, she began her killing spree. The stresser could have been one too many insults that made her snap. Plus, that would account for the butterflies left on the scenes that are used in modern examples of both femininity and symmetry.”

I smiled widely at his words.

“What- why are you smiling, what are you smiling at?”

I tapped his desk, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. I headed back towards the conference room, looking over my shoulder.

“Because, I’m glad we’re on the same page, Dr.”

——————

“So, our girl, as Dr. Reid has explained to us, is obsessed with her appearance. She’s an organized killer, no mistakes and no signs of blood or anything of the sort on scene. She has practice, she does this sort of thing every day. She is most likely in the age group of 23-30, and has a job in the cosmetic industry, our guess is in plastic surgery. She probably volunteers weekends at local butterfly sanctuaries or zoos, finding comfort in their perfection that those in her life, or formerly in her life, cannot and could not provide.”

“Which would explain to her easy access to non-native species of the insects. She has an absolute infatuation with symmetry, which yet again, links the butterflies on the crime scene to her MO.”

Spencer and I were vividly explaining our shared theory to the team, as well as local law enforcement. He was excited by his discovery and the lead on the killer, and his energy was contagious.

“She kills without remorse and out of jealousy, picking victims who all have one thing in common.”

Spence pointed to all of the images pasted on the board in the center of the room, all of them split in half and reflected, creating a perfect mirrored portrait.

“They all have perfectly symmetrical faces, as well as strong jawlines and high cheekbones. As most of these victims are models or those searching to start a modeling career, we believe she is luring them in with a photographer trope, promising to make their dreams come true.”

I nodded, taking a moment to study Reid’s own sharp yet somehow soft features. I allowed my eyes to wander over his sunken in, kind, and curious eyes; his pillowy pink lips that are in dire need of some chapstick.

“Agent?”

I turned my head, snapped back to reality by Rossi calling my name.

I gave a tight and quick smile, returning to the topic at hand and tactics to catch the unsub. But of course not before Emily gave me a crooked smile, resulting in me rolling my eyes.

“Physically, she’s nothing special, most likely a mundane appearance or one with quite obvious surgical changes. No in between. Check all of the plastic surgeon offices in the area for both employees who fit our description, as well as a patient who has gotten any serious facial mod operations. Do the same for any weekend volunteers at local zoos and animal sanctuaries, specifically working with any insects.”

It was an NYPD officer then that spoke up this time, raising her hand briefly.

“But, you still haven’t mentioned how she’s killing them?”

“Hypnosis.” Reid and I both spoke at the same time. He looked to his black Converse, sliding his hands into his pockets. I observed the room and all of the skeptical faces filling it.

“Even if it may sound far fetched, we saw no signs of anything that indicated a struggle or even any marks or wounds. This led us to believe that some form of hypnosis was used to allow her an easy kill. This means extra caution will have to be taken when actually handling the unsub. Even though we’re positive she’s using hypnosis, which method she is using to actually kill them after the fact is what we’re unsure of.”

I turned to Spencer, handing off the explanation to him.

“We think that because of her whole thing with symmetry, she wouldn’t want to disturb the natural state of the victims and their faces, even if she would do the same to her own.”

“Which means?” JJ asked, her blue eyes slanted and glossed lips left ajar.

“It means that the unsub wouldn’t want to leave any large marks like stab or gunshot wounds.” I nodded at Prentiss, who had made the assumption, confirming she was correct.

“With her presumed background in plastic surgery, we believe she was able to make small incisions that made no visible scars. We’re having the coroner look back over the bodies as we speak.”

“She drains the body’s blood 97% of the way before closing the holes up. What she does with the blood, we don’t know. Another Eddie Mays, perhaps.”

I looked over to Spencer, raising my brows at his comparison. He was quick to defend himself, shaking his hands left to right and mouthing “No” while simultaneously shaking his head the same way, something he seemed to be doing often as of late.

After we had finished consulting with any officers who had remaining questions, we branched off to conduct our own routine investigations. We found that the only thing they all had in common apart from the symmetrical faces, is that they all had visited the Central Park Zoo in the 24 hours before they were killed. We received a phone call from Garcia not long after we put together those pieces, being alerted that there was one girl who had, in her words, “Hit every mark there was to hit, sunshine.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

“Her name is Alessia Copelas, she works weekdays as a surgeon's assistant at Premier Cosmetic, and weekends at Central Park Zoo from 4-8 p.m.”

I smiled at the new info from the blonde bombshell known as Penelope, turning to Reid who was still looking at me quizzically.

“Alright, thanks babes, you’re the best.” I spoke into the phone, a comical “Mwah!” made from either side as we hung up.

He shook his head, keeping the odd look on his face.

“I swear, you guys have a weirder relationship than her and Morgan.”

I laughed, sliding my phone into my back pocket.

“Oh, please, Spence.” I gingerly placed a hand on his cheek, patting it twice.

“You’re just jealous.” I made a pouty face, letting my hand linger before walking off. “Come on, we’re going on a field trip.”

“Where to?” He asked, gripping the door frame, using it as leverage to swing himself closer to me. He took long and quick strides, catching up to me in no time.

“You like animals, right?”

———————

4 Days Earlier, Central Park Zoo, New York

As soon as we entered the zoo, our ears were filled with the sounds of the loud screeches of birds and monkeys alike. Reid covered his ears, cringing and making his displeasure known with an “Ahh!”

I smiled at his geeky behavior, admiring the animals in the enclosures. I paid special attention to a particularly impressive species of tarantula, leaning down to admire them. A few moments later I looked to my left and saw Spencer doing the same thing.

“Did you know that arachnids have asthma which is why they don’t run for extended periods of time, similarly to cheetahs?”

“Yes I did.”

His face scrunched up in an adorable manner, causing an involuntary giggle to fall past my lips.

“Well did you know that-“

“Ma’am?”

I turned to see a young woman with flaming red hair and a freckled face smiling at me, her green collared uniform top complimenting her eyes of a different shade wonderfully.

“Oh, hi, I’m Agent Y/l/n and this is Dr. Reid, we’re with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.”

Her expression shifted to a more confused one, her smile not leaving her face.

“What can I do for you two?”

“Is there an Alessia Copelas that works here, maybe volunteers on the weekends?” Spencer asked, his puppy dog eyes immediately warranting a response.

“Yeah, she volunteers here, she seems nice. Is she helping with an investigation?”

“Well we think that she may have some part in a series of murders.”

Her smile disappeared this time, turning into a cement frown as panic flooded her body.

“Oh God, was she- Is she a killer? Have I been working with a killer for all this time? I mean, I never had any shifts with her but from what I heard I thought she was so sweet-“

“Look,”

Reid glanced down to her name tag that read “Lillian” before meeting her eyes. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, a nervous habit of his I’d picked up on.

“Lillian, we aren’t sure if she’s the killer we just needed to get a feel on her and get some information regarding her personal life.”

She started frantically nodding her head, more trying to convince herself she was okay rather than ourselves. I looked over her shoulder at some exhibits, thinking to myself how this would end up being a waste of our time if this poor girl couldn’t get a grip on herself.

I was soon proven wrong when I looked over to see a young girl wearing an identical uniform to Lillian, probably somewhere between 23 and 24. She had untamed chocolate locks with bangs that stopped just above the shoulder, blemishes covering her T-Zone, and a rounded face to go with it.

The cherry on top? Under her arm she carried a small enclosure with what appeared to be amarynthis meneria, the same butterflies found on the victims.

I tapped Reid on the shoulder once as discreetly as possible, catching his attention. I heard him mutter a small “Oh God” before he told Lillian to walk away calmly and quickly. She ignored his request, turning to look at Alessia, letting out a blood curdling scream and sprinting the other direction.

“Shit.” I cursed, beginning to walk towards Alessia, Spencer by my side. I smiled at her, trying to appear friendly. Reid spoke up as we got closer.

“Hello, do you by any chance-“

wham!

“Spence!” I exclaimed, reaching down to help him up from where he had fallen from being whacked by the 4’2 pyscho that was Alessia Copelas.

“Did she get away?”

I turned to see her gone, the only sign she was even here being the forming bruise on the Dr’s face.

“Yeah. She did. I’m sorry, Reid, that was really stupid of me.” He shook his head, running his own hand over the raw skin.

“It’s fine, I would have done the same for you.” He looked up, and I wasn’t sure if it was my school-girl esque crush on him or the fact I just had another experience with a serial killer, but my heart was racing nonetheless.

————————

F.B.I. Field Office, New York, New York, 1 Day Earlier

The stress levels in the room were high.

Despite our best efforts, several more bodies had been found, New York’s narcissists were in a state of panic, and the spirits of the BAU were down to say the least.

“What? Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed, looking at Hotch in disbelief.

He rolled his chocolate eyes, fanning the folder containing the new information we had gathered on Alessia.

“I wish I was, Y/n. She’s off the grid completely, her apartment is empty, phone and credit cards have been deactivated, and the surgeon’s office hasn’t heard from her for 5 days. And the media has decided to give her the name ‘Butterfly Baron’, so she’s probably been fueled even further. We need a new lead before she strikes again.”

I scoffed, standing up and pushing my chair away.

“This is unbelievable. How many times do we have to reinforce the idea to local PD! Especially when the unsub is a self absorbed psycho, do not give them a name! God, I really cannot fathom this.”

I reached up, letting my hair down from where I had messily thrown it up upon my arrival to work that morning.

I stormed out of the room, my heels clicking behind me. I ignored Hotch’s calling of my name, making my way to the closest restroom.

I went in, locking the door behind him. I ran my hands through my roots, tugging just enough to where it hurt.

Turning the water to the left all the way, I splashed it from the stream leaving the faucet on to my face. I scratched my fingernails against the skin, wiping away the tears that had escaped.

“This is all your fault, y/n.” I whispered at myself in the mirror, doing my absolute best to engrain the message in my brain. I had my head hung in shame when a knock rang out.

“Y/n?”

It was Spencer. My mind started going a million miles a minute, thinking about why he could be there. With my voice raised a few octaves, I tried to scrape up a response.

“I’ll be out in a few, Spence.”

It was quiet for a split second, leaving me to foolishly dance around the idea that he had left me to wallow in my sorrowful thoughts.

“Y/n, Hotch wanted me to check on you. Are you ok?”

My heart slightly sank at the idea that he might’ve just come to check on me because he himself was worried. I discarded the thought, bringing myself back.

“Y/n can you please answer me? If you don’t open the door I’m gonna send in JJ or Emily.”

I sighed, wiping under my eyes where my mascara had smudged, begrudgingly walking over to the door. Just as my hand landed on the silver handle, his voice that was constantly playing in my head echoed out once more.

“Y/n, please? I need to know you’re okay. I’ll come in there myself.”

A soft smirk graced my face as I turned the handle to reveal a worried looking Spencer.

“Y/n, oh God, you had me worried.”

He was quiet when he spoke and his hair looked messy, like he had been running his slender fingers through it in a stress filled state.

I sniffled, attempting to still keep back tears that were still threatening to spill.

“I’m alright, Spencer. Really, I’m fine.”

He gave me a small smile, his eyes meeting my own.

“I know, it’s just that when I had my Diludad problem,” he hesitated.

“I would lock myself in bathrooms to shoot up, and I know you aren’t having a problem like that but I just was worried about you- what are you doing?”

I cut off his rambling by throwing my arms around his middle. He tensed, but quickly melted. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and my waist, laying his head on mine.

“Y/n, I promise you, you’re doing your absolute best to stop Alessia. We wouldn’t even be where we are right now if you hadn’t made the connections. Those deaths are not your fault.”

My tears finally began to cascade like a waterfall, staining his shirt.

“I know, but it’s just like it is all my fault! I could have paid closer attention, or-or, I could have went after her at the zoo, it’s all my fucking fault, Reid.”

I sobbed into his shirt, my hand gripping his shirt like my life depended on it. Like if I let go I would fall into a deep, deep, endless hole.

His hand on my waist moved up to cradle my head.

“It’s not, I promise you-“

He was cut off mid sentence by the ringing of his phone.

“I am so, so sorry-”

I pulled away, breifly touching under my nose with my wrist, then moving a hair behind my ear.

“Nope, it’s fine, don’t worry.” Our words almost had overlapped each other as we clambered to fight the tension that had risen. I closed my eyes, tilting my head up, thinking about how unprofessional yet intimate our previous position had been. How wrong, yet how right it felt.

I kept running the moment through my head, the feeling of his warm figure encasing mine on replay.

His phone call played as background noise to the film playing in my brain, his voice calming me to an extent.

“Yeah, we’re on our way. Thanks, Morgan.”

He closed the phone with a snap, also snapping me out of my trance, putting the movie on pause.

“They’ve got a hit. Copelas was seen dropping by her old apartment.”

And for the first time since that Goddamn case had started, I smiled genuinely.

“Let’s go get her.”

————————

15 Minutes Prior, Central Park, New York

“Hotch?”

“Yes?” He looked back from where he was driving, following our lead in a rushed manner.

“What will we do if she...” I trailed off.

“Hypnotizes one of us?” He finished for me. I nodded solemnly.

The look on his face was conflicted and it took him a moment to come up with a response.

“We kill her before we have to kill one of our team members.”

He saw a look of uncertainty on my face and spoke up once more.

“And that’s an order.”

I nodded again, making eye contact with him through the rear view mirror. I fell back into my seat, closing my eyes briefly.

After a few more minutes on the road, we had arrived.

The doors all slammed to the SUVs, one after the other as we stepped out.

“The letter said that she would be here, somewhere here.”

The voice of Morgan was channeling through my earpiece, referring to the letter found at her apartment that she had left just for us.

“We ordered evac on citizens, correct?”

The unsure voice of JJ was also heard through the earpiece, her uncertainty quite unusual to hear.

“Yes, it was the first thing we did, Jayj.”

I whispered, a sly smirk from Spencer forming at my behavior.  

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

snap!

Our senses adapted, becoming dialed to 11 at the sound of a twig snapping under someone's feet.

“Was that you?” I mouthed to Spencer. He shook his head no and I silently cursed to whatever force was listening.

I nodded, which he then reciprocated, the pair of us slowly walking towards the source of the sound after he did.

“They’re going to remember me, I’ll go down in history.”

The voice was sing-songy and quiet, floating through the air. I took a shaky breath, continuing my steady pace.

My breathing momentarily halted soon after.

Different variations of “Oh my God”s, and loud gasps from almost everyone on the team flooded my ear canal at the horrifying sight in front of us.

Red. So much of it.

“Guys, I think we know what she’s been doing with the bodies’ blood.”

“No shit.” I muttered under my breath.

She was bathed in the blood, it looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

“Alright everyone, I want you to approach her as quietly as possible, Morgan, if you get the chance, corner her.”

Hotch’s voice was a stark contrast to her own, Derek’s response all the same.

—————————

Present Day, Central Park, New York

“But Agents, you still haven’t answered my question. They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Alessia Copeleas, FBI, come on, get up, lets go.”

Derek’s voice was stern, not asking, but demanding that Alessia come with us.

“I’m afraid I just can’t do that, Agents.”

She stood up abruptly, causing all of our weapons to rise. The sun reflected off of the silver metal of Reid’s gun, sparkling in a stunning way that caught me off guard.

We all were trying to act as if we were in total control of the situation, but we could tell that us nor Copelas really believed that. Her words were her weapon, and this was the one time where words could hurt, but sticks and stones had virtually no power.

“Take another step and we will have no hesitation to fire.”

She smirked, rolling her eyes.

“If you do, will I be famous you think? You think they’ll hear about me back home?”

Her curls softly blew in the wind, making her appear almost harmless, maybe even endearing, if it wasn’t for the hardening coat of human blood soaking her clothes and seeping from her skin.

“Is that what you want? The kids back home and everyone here to hear about you? You want ‘Butterfly Baron’ written on every billboard in Times Square, your picture painted in museums, films to be made in your honor?” Reid was the one who spoke up this time, his voice remaining strong. Her eyes shone with a sickening excitement at what he said.

“You want to be famous?”

She nodded vigorously.

“Too bad.”

My eyes widened, surprised at the detour the conversation had taken.

“What-what do you mean?”

“Please, the only thing people will hear about is a sad, boring little girl from a small town who killed to feel better about herself. They’ll forget about you in a week, who knows, maybe they’ll even grow an infatuation with your town, someone you went to school with may get as lucky as to catch their big break!” He laughed, while Alessia looked absolutely devastated.

“You? You’ll be a nobody.”

“That’s not true! I’ll go down in history, and they won’t! I’m the fucking butterfly baron for hells sake! All these people?” She gestured towards her field of bodies.

“You won’t remember their names, maybe not even their pretty faces, but me? I’ll live forever.”

Her nostrils flared and she strode over to Reid with purpose. The safety on my glock clicked off, but Spencer motioned for me to wait. So I did.

“You know, Agent-“

“It’s Doctor.”

This visibly agitated her even more as she started her sentence over again.

“Doctor, you have a beautiful bone structure. Absolutely perfect. Symmetrical, not to mention just flat out stunning.”

A glaze formed over Spencer’s honey eyes at her words. He lowered his gun momentarily before turning towards me, Copelas doing the same.

“And you, Agent. Wow. I feel like I’m in an art exhibit, you’re gorgeous. I think the Doctor man here would agree.”

As he lifted his revolver at me, the situation became all too real as I understood what was happening.

I either had to shoot the man that I was struggling to admit I was beginning to love, or died at the hands of the very same man.

Tears flooded my eyes, all safeties were turned down, and all guns were pointed at Reid.

“Spence, please.”

My voice was weak, something that seemed to bring Alessia lots of joy.

She laughed before talking again, commanding Spencer.

“Pathetic, really! Spence”, she mocked,“shoot her.”

“No!”

bang!

whack!

--------------------- 

Present Day, Somewhere In The Sky, The Jet

I opened my eyes from where I had been tackled to the ground by Hotch, surveying my surroundings to see Alessia laying on the grass, the source of her gunshot wound non-distinguishable from the previous blood on her body.

I looked to the right to see where Spencer had crumpled to, his frame bent in a discombobulated position.

“Spencer!” I cried out, crawling over to him like some sort of dog,

“What happened to him?”

“Y/n, he was going to shoot you-“

“I don’t care you should have let him!”

I cradled his head in my lap, allowing my pent up tears to fall.

“Y/n?”

My eyes snapped open for real this time, my mind calmed at the sight of Spencer sitting next to me on the couch, gently shaking my shoulder in an attempt to wake me from my nightmare.

“Spencer! Sorry, was I too loud?”

He chuckled, gesturing to the rest of the sleeping plane around us.

“You’re fine, I wasn’t sleeping, I decided to reread ‘Fahrenheit 451’ for nostalgia purposes. And you weren’t that loud, you just looked like you were having a bad dream.”

I chuckled at the not-so outlandish idea in an attempt to diminish it from his mind and move on.

“I’m fine. But fun fact, I did have nightmares after reading ‘The Veldt’. Seriously, I don’t get how you can just reread Bradbury’s stuff all the time.”

The genius scoffed, starting a rant on how Ray Bradbury’s storytelling was just classic literature and deserved to be reread, thus successfully changing the topic as I hoped my statement would. Although soon after, he caught on much quicker than I would have liked him to.

“And not to mention, The Veldt alone could be seen as a forewarning to the 21st century and beyond, even Bradbury himself supported that interpretation-‘

I gave him a tired smile, enjoying his rambling like I always did.

“-and you totally just got me to change the subject.”

“I was wondering when you were gonna catch up.”

“Hey!”

He laughed as I rested my head on my hand, trying to fall back asleep.

“Really, I can tell those nightmares are bad. What’s going on?” He questioned, his tone empathetic and compassionate.

“It’s nothing, Reid. I just keep seeing in the park, when Alessia got shot and you-you got hurt but instead of getting up like you did in real life, you just…”

I trailed off, not wanting to relive the negative dream any longer for fear of the tears that were pricking my eyes escaping.

“It’s okay, that didn’t happen, I’m right here.”

He pulled me into a hug, allowing me to bury my head in the crook of his neck, his warmth consuming me once more, a sequel to the film from earlier.

“I know, but what if it hadn’t?” I asked as I pulled away.

He shook his head, reaching for his wallet.

“In this job, this course of work, we can’t focus on ‘what if’s’. In this job, we also get nightmares, all of us. It happens.”

He slid a picture over to me, it was of a happy family. The edges were worn from years of being carried, but the picture seemed loved.

“Gideon gave me that when my nightmares started. He told me about how those families we save everyday, and how that’s what makes what we do worth it. And I know you didn’t know Gideon personally, or the work on the specific case with that family, but I want you to have it anyway-“

I cut him off by throwing my arms around his neck, attempting to speak despite being muffled by his fluffy sweater.

“Thank you, Spence. Truly.”

I smiled, and I imagined he was doing the same.

“No problem y/n. Anytime.”

I moved my legs over to be tucked underneath my arms, leaning into Reid. He wrapped his arm around me, also leaning in. We both managed to fall asleep for the remainder of the ride in our state of content, but not before he managed to sleepily call out my name.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“When we land do you wanna go on a date or somethin’?”

I smiled at him, separating from his form just long enough to see that beautiful face of his.

“Without a doubt.”

🂦∙🂦∙🂦

AHAHAHHAHAHAHA I’M WAY TOO HAPPY WITH THAT LMAOOO but anyway chile- 

i don’t have some long ass paragraph to write this time omg wig, i’m just proud asf of my work for once (except for the zoo part ngl kinda didn’t like it😳) 

😛✨vibes✨ love u, xx hj

[golden-voices]

Jealous Inosuke x reader

Gimme that spicy spicy. Jealous Inosuke x reader, or if you’re not comfy with that, then Giyuu. Like maybe we were at a fair during college or sum (whatever AU) and these guys flirted with reader and they’re like “haha thx” cause they’re oblivious. So they “claim” reader as there in a little hidden section. (So like... semi-public) Im not tryna right the whole plot Im sorry, idk if you want mucho detail or not 🥺🥺 So uh... just public Inosuke or Giyuu x reader basically 🥺

I finished my first request yaaay! But I don’t think that i fulfilled the original request tbh (accidentaly deleted it haHA) :(

Writing this actually was harder than expected, as English is not my first language lol, but I think it turned out well for my first non-school-related writing.

If you got critism oder tips feel free to tell me! 

And sorry, I don’t know much about college or what a fair is :’) I hope you still like it.

[Warnings: nsfw, semi-public]

As you were on a mission with the Kamaboko squad and the flame pillar, you happened to get into a festival in a village you were passing by.

The smell of food, people laughing and kids screaming, your friends talking. All of this makes you happy, but seeing your boyfriend having so much fun and tolling around makes this festival unforgettable. But this damn demon... for three weeks you haven't found a trace, except for the remains of his victims. Your thoughts drifted to your mission again and again...

"Where's your mind wandering, (y/n)?" Tanjirou blurted out, pulling you out of your thoughts. Now the others got curious too... great. "Uuh, I just can't get my mind off that demon," Tanjirou slightly furrowed his eyebrows as he began rubbing your shoulder, "We can worry about this tomorrow, but now we should take a break!" he cheered. "Yes (y/n), your face is too pretty to be ruined by sadness!" stated Zenitsu with a dreamy glance in his eyes, his cheeks turning red. As they were going on comforting and complimenting you, you felt an intense glance on you...

"Why won't they stop touching her?!"

Inosuke was furious. His eyebrows were wrinkled and his lips pursed as he was obviously jealous. The green-eyed couldn't hold himself back anymore... "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, WHY ARE YOU ALL HITTING ON HER?!" He squaled, pulling you out of their range. The attempts to calm him down only made him irritated.

Surprised you were looking at him. You are used to him being impulsive and not able to control his feelings, but something like this?

"Is he.. jealous? That's kinda cute tho,"

You just had to laugh. Inosuke stopped mid-sentence to look at you with a confused expression "Why did you laugh? DO YOU THINK I'M RIDICULOUS, HUH?". Out of consideration for the others, you asked your upset boyfriend to talk about this in a quiet place. But Inosuke didn't want to talk.. he wanted the world to know that you are his. Suddenly he grabbed you and pulled you through the crowd, "OKAY" he yelled, "IF YOU SAY SO".

As soon as you reached a place away from the festive turmoil he threw his boar mask to the ground and pinned you against a wall. "INOSU-" You couldn't even end your sentence because he pressed his lips against yours. Gasping you pushed him away from you but that didn't stop him, it just turned him on. "When I'm done with you-" he pulled at your uniform "-everyone knows that you're mine."

"We're in public, Ino.. S-Stop..." You tried complaining, but your complains faded into moaning as the heated young man began to leave hickeys on your neck. With a husky voice, he whispered right into your ear "No (y/n), I won't stop until marked what belongs to me". Hearing his seductive voice and seeing this wild gaze in his eyes you couldn't resist him anymore, so you slung a leg around his hip and stuck your tung in his mouth.

"It's YOUR fault if we get caught, mister," You told him while he was taking off your shirt. "Shut your mouth and take that fucking bra off!" He responded in a harsh voice while struggling to take your bra off. You just had to tease him after a good laugh "What if I won't, huh?". Getting annoyed by you getting cocky he pinched your butt. The moan you let out made him even harder. "Fine, here you go. But watch out for someone coming, please" You dropped the black bra with a floral pattern to the floor.

As soon as your bra fell onto the floor Inosuke grabbed your breasts and squished them. "N..Not so rough, my breasts are sensitive you know that" You mumbled. He didn't bother listening to you, he instead grabbed your thigh even rougher and pulled you to him. You could feel his hot breath at your ear, causing you to hold on to him tighter. You pressed your hips into his so you could feel his covered erection.

Inosukes mind was going wild at the sight of your shaky body. Your leg in his hands, your red face, your twitching thighs, he didn't care about getting caught, it only would declare his dominance even stronger.

"We haven't done it in a while..."

his thoughts were going.

"I want to take her hard,"

While slipping his hands under your panties, he discovered you already dripping wet. A feeling of superiority coming up, he inserted one digit into you, "You're already dripping after five minutes of making out. Do you desire me that bad?" provocatively asking while sticking another finger into you.

You couldn't stay quiet, not after Inosuke began fingering you. Every time he pushed his fingers a bit further up your cunt you let out a pleasant moan. Passionately he sucked your neck, leaving love bites everywhere. You already were a mess, but when he hit your G-spot Inosuke felt you clenching around his fingers. Wanting you to beg he stopped moving.

"D..Don't stop now, I'm close," you told him with a shaky voice. The only response you got was a throaty "

Beg

" and a dominant glance, so you begged him.. "Please, I need you now", "I'll do everything you want me to", "Make me cum" your voice getting breathier with every sentence. When you whined enough to make him feel like the best partner ever, he pressed your G-spot. "I'm the only one who can make you beg like this," he claimed, "Am I right?". But as you didn't reply to him, he quickly inserted a third digit into you. "Yes Ino- aah.. You're the only one I'd ever beg for", satisfied with your answer he fingered you with a faster-becoming pace.

Reaching your climax you bit into his shoulder, leaving a bite mark. He didn't stop pleasuring you through out your orgasm, but when he pulled his fingers out of you, you slid down to the floor, breathing heavily. "And now I'm making you come on my cock" the horny man mumbled while taking off his pants.

"(y/n), Inosuke!, where are you?!" A voice coming closer and closer echoed off the walls of the alley where Inosuke was taking off his pants. "PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON DUMBASS," you shouted at him while hurriedly getting dressed again. "But I-" he wanted to convince you, but he was interrupted by you pulling his pants up.

"Finally I found you two! I've been worried so I decided to check if you were okay!" The flame pillar exclaimed energetically. He just stood there looking over the both of you, standing there stiff, all sweaty and messy, with hickeys all over your necks. The moment he realized where he walked into he blurted out "I'M SORRY FOR INTERRUPTING YOU! But the others are waiting, so come back!" and just got on his way back.

Still scared by Rengokus sudden appearance you took Inosukes hand and started following the blonde. "If someone asked, we were arguing, and don't you dare tell something different. But anyway, why have you been so jealous?" you looked Inosuke straight in his eyes, still embarrassed as hell. " BECUZ THOSE FUCKERS WERE ALL FLIRTY WITH YOU" Rengoku turned his head around at Inos yelling. "YEAH, YOU TOO DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT" The man turned around fast with a guilty look on his face. "But Inobaby, they've just been comforting me because I was worried," you explained. "You're even denser than me sometimes... But in contrast to me they didn't make you forget your worries, heheee" A smut face replaced his pissed expression. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Legend says the boar man is rockhard to this day.

[prurientpuddlejumper]

F N V

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Had to go digging into fics I vaguely remember liking to find something XD idk if it's my favorite? but I am fond of using dominance/humiliation to build up a sub's confidence in themselves. It's always sort of unexpected and sweet. So I'm proud of this Chilton pegging scene [nsfw under the cut]

“You were trying to prove you were better than everyone today, weren’t you?” you leaned over him and hissed in his ear as you thrust.

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice strained and panting, so close to his release. He was drooling onto the blanket.

“What have I told you about being humble?”

“To… try it?” he struggled to answer as you thrust into him harder, his hips rocking to push against your thrusts, deepening the penetration.

“That’s right. Because you’re not better than anyone else, are you?”

“…No,” the answer tore from his throat in a shameful gasp.

You sank your teeth into his shoulder, and he cried out with pain and pleasure. “You’re a dirty slut who likes to be dominated, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“And you’re perfect just as you are and don’t need to prove anything to anyone, aren’t you?”

“Ye—” he almost answered, but then his hips stuttered in their movement and stopped.

“I love you. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed. His hips began to move again as his confusion cleared, meeting yours as they crashed against his ass.

“I think you’re perfect,” you smiled, feeling his muscles tense as his climax neared. “And you would never contradict me, would you?”

“Never.”

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

hahaha yesss, all of them XD

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Oh god. Right now, Forgive and Forget by @writefasttalkevenfaster because that one... Jesus. That one broke me. And I have been running painfully angsty scenarios through my head of how that relationship could ever be repaired... because it can't be. But god. They still love each other so much, but she also hates him. Part of her will always hate him for abandoning her when she needed him most.

Part of her will always remember him walking in, being so relieved because he was going to save her, and then he just walks away. Lets it keep happening for god knows how long. The DA smirking down at her because he knows nothing is going to get in the way now. Laughing about it because he has a witness for the defense if she ever tried to come forward.

And yeah, she understands that. She could forgive the misunderstanding, but then to have Barba shut her out? To not listen to her when she tried to disclose? When she was terrified no one would believe her and the one person closest to her won't even listen. To have to recover all on her own. Losing her love at the same time as going through that trauma?

Fuck.

Yeah, she hates him. Part of her thinks about getting back together with him now that he understands. Now that he's finally listening, and it's heartbreaking. He's sobbing and begging for forgiveness, and she just wants to hold him, and tell him its ok. To feel the familiar warmth of his body in her arms, the smell of his hair, his lips on her neck... It was all a misunderstanding, right? Everything can just... go back to normal now.

But there's no way to erase what he did. Those months of letting her suffer when she needed his support. As much as she wants to hold him in her arms, the impulse to slap him is just as strong. To hurt him like he hurt her. To let him cry all alone, and sneer, "How does it feel?"

They get close during the trial. He does everything as a witness to support her, help her find the best legal counsel. And that same spark is there, the chemistry between them. She misses him. He's throwing himself at her feet because he feels so guilty. And it's so tempting to take him back.

But that impulse to hurt him is still there. That hatred. The memory of how he wronged her. She forgives him--in theory. But it can't stop the bitter memories of that DA smirking as he pinned her down, after Barba walked away. The outside of his locked door as she broke down crying.

Being with him again wouldn't be healthy for either of them.

It's over. No way to repair it.

Barba begs her, if she still loves him, then he doesn't care if she hurts him. If she lashes out at him for what he did. He wants her to take it all out on him--he deserves it.

But she knows better. She can't. She doesn't want to hurt him, and he doesn't deserve it, but she will. Because there's no undoing the past. There's no getting over that kind of betrayal. No matter how much she forgives him, or loves him, or wants things to go back to how they were. There's no taking it back.

gsdfgsfgsfgfsf faaack.

[snickiebear]

Hi bby! 1, 2, 3, 6, 16, 27, 29, 33, 35! 🖤

mittens!!! loml!!

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

oh goodness... um, i’d say a 4?? yeah, that sounds about right, only because i often make so many tense mistakes and even when i edit there’s always something to fix. and just,,, im still learning a lot (aren’t we all). plus, sometimes the stuff i put out needs so much more work (see: my recent shisaku fic... i want to tear it up and put it back together.. ugh.. also wt&r, just everything)

2. Why do you write fanfiction?

OH GOODIE! i just... well, i wrote a lot when i was twelve-fourteenish, then kind of on and off through the years. never really had anything to ground me and get me to take writing seriously. and then i found naruto and sakura who has so much unused potential and it just made me so angry to see her treated that way. 

point being, the naruto fandom (more specifically the sakura fandom) rooted me down and allowed me be able to grow as a writer even though i’ve only been posting since january my writing style has changed so much, and i can physically feel myself becoming a better writer. 

plus, i just love it. the thrill of being able to use these characters and pairings and do what i want with them?? i drink it up, i love it!!! its so freeing and such a great way to really dig deep within writing itself. 

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

i think its just the way i word things, you and a lot of others call it poetry but meh i just call it fancy words or word vomit from my brain AHAHHAHA

also, my thing is God Killers, God Eaters, and Angry Wrathful Women at this point, so maybe thats another thing?

but honestly,,, i have no clue... you’d have to ask my lovely readers, im so thankful for them 😭

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

plot probably. this changes often though. usually when i have an idea, the rest comes to mind and i jot it down and come back and change things and stuff, so thats usually pretty easy tbh... at least for now LMAO

and inner dialogue, inner struggles, showing the entire internal thing. its fun writing that angsty part of a story, the small insights into a character’s mind, how miserable and alone they feel. or, perhaps how happy they are, overjoyed and at peace. 

OH AND WORLD BUILDING. i pride myself so much on my world building. i honestly think thats one of the better things im good at! just weaving small details into the text, and subtly building a world within your mind, oh i love it so much!!!!

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

mmmm nothing really comes to mind? men simping for women who could kick their ass? tho idk if thats really a guilty pleasure....am very fond of same age aus, sometimes mafia aus too... ummm,, yeah

(probably big dick tenzo tbh... and the fact that kakashi’s face is a legal weapon AHAHAHA,,, and broken, vunreble men. also, shattered, all consuming women.)

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

oh god... i cannot chose! you, ele, al, and hika leave the kindest comments, and literally any comment on the things i write just make me so so so so so HAPPY. i just them more than kudos tbh. 

but! one comment on the intimacy of being understood i always come back to. it was left by GuardianMars and they wrote that the fic was like a “love letter to the pairing.” and that well. i think about that comment all the time. 

there have been so many others comments that have utterly touched my heart and that i will go to read on terrible, horrible days and i value ALL comments. especially those who say “i’m rereading this again” or “i’ll read anything you put out” that just. there is something so intimate about that, that utter faith and loyalty that i do not know what to do with. 

its so touching and makes me truly believe in the good of the world. 

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

yes! i am attempting to get better at writing smut because ol&w is going to have some fucking in it so i experimented in that shisaku fic and just..... yeah idk man. idk... its something i do want to get better at cause, meh why not? and i want to write some good porn for my readers damnit! HAHAHA 

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

hmmm,,, probably that i stress so much and yet so little at the same time? allow me to elaborate! i stress so much about whether my writing is actually good or if people are just being nice LMAO and also posting, i get cold sweats and a thumping heart and yiKES

but also, i enjoy writing so its like “fuck you (jk ily guys) imma write what i wanna!”...do you see my issue? HAHAHA

also, im a planner. most of the time, and a lot of the details in my more serious fics (ol&w) are blink and miss details but they’re important and i LOVE foreshadowing!!!! like yes, i will vaguely mention something and itll simply come back with a vengeance! 

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

aaaaaa okokok thank you for this ask LMAO i just love talking about writing and rambling (as i often do,, im a long winded person, im very sorry)! 

but anyways! my summer semester just started up and i’m taking three purely online classes and the college im attending (im a dual enrollment student; meaning a high school and college kid,, taking advantage of the system!) fucked up my schedule so! im taking two TWELVE WEEK CLASSES that will end in AUGUST???? and then my fall sem starts five days later so... no summer break for nadia! yay...

writing will be very slow and updates will be too, which i am so sad and frustrated about because i’ve finally hit a paved road and now we’re driving into the forest! all bumps and bruises damnit! BUT worry not! i (as i said above, am i severe planner. every day has a plan, i am also an avid lover of lists also. i have lists for EVERYTHING) am working out a schedule so that i can get all my school shit done as soon as i can (while not failing) and write while hopefully not burning myself out.  

ol&w is such an intricate fic and im truly trying to give it the justice it deserves,,, im just hoping that my dear readers can bear with me HAHAHAHA there is honestly so much going on in that fic; shikamaru’s development, the underlying plot, the hate to love build up, the world building, and then laying down the foundations for the next fic (because yes, this is supposed to be a trilogy.. question is; will i be able to write it?) (answer: maybe. hopefully. i desperately want to but it might take some time.)

BUT ASLO i have so many oneshots i want to write! kisame week! kakashi week! kibasaku long fic! and not to mention my og work that i plan on rewriting and putting up on ao3 because a few people showed some interest. there is just so much to do and write and i am itching to do it all! but. well, but school, and the exhaustion of insomnia, and the weight of stress, sigh. 

shit sucks, it is what it is. but writing is like my safe haven and i just love pouring all myself into my fics and then baring my soul to you all and you take a peek and decide to keep looking. that is my favorite part of this little pocket of tumblr. 

this was not really... fic related? more like a dump of issues! so sorry about that AHAHAHAH 

anyways! thank you so much mittens! :)))))))))

pick my brain!

[ahsk1nk]

A Hot Stranger- Kai Anderson x Reader

a/n: Not my best work, I thought of the idea, and I so excited to write, that it doesn’t really sound the way I want it to, but whatever.

Summary: two dominants meet at the gym

warning:  smut (most of my stuff is), degrading, err idk really, FEM READER

The blue haired boy kept making eyes at you and you couldn’t help but notice. The eye contact he gave you, almost felt sexual, but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

 “Ok the form is alright but if you really want to get some definition in those noodle arms, you have to pull up slower.” Your trainer, Jackson, caught you off guard as you continued to stare at the mystery man doing push-ups.

You followed Jackson’s advice and looked for approval in his face, “Better?” He nodded slowly as he scanned your body closely, but you turned back to where you were looking at before and he wasn’t the only one staring at your body.

“Uh I have to fill up my bottle, where is the fountain?” You stopped your reps, and waited for an answer. “Down the hall.” As you walked, you could see in the corner of your eye that you were being followed.

Once you stopped, the question came out of your lips unintentionally, “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” You knew who it was, no need to check and look at him some more. 

“I’m not the only guilty one.” His response made you turn to look at him but you didn’t say anything, instead you walked away, bumping his arm with your shoulder as you passed him. 

The rest of the gym session was short, and the only people left inside were you, your trainer, and the other two strangers. 

You walked to the locker room to get undressed and head to the showers. The towel wrapped around your body, barely covering your breasts, which you didn’t mind because you had the locker room to yourself since everyone left at the gym were men. 

You found the perfect temperature for the water before you stepped in, but a voice startled you, “You’re hot.” It was THE guy. 

“You’re not allowed in here. Don’t you know anything? Staring at me when I’m trying to work out, following me to the water fountain, and now invading my privacy. No manners. Tsk tsk.” You said playfully, you enjoyed lightly teasing people who were attractive, it made them nervous. 

He said nothing, just walked up to you. You felt a little unsafe but you kept your ground, trying to communicate that you were the dominant one in this situation. He got really close, you could feel his hot breath on your face. “I want to fuck you right here.” He  patted the wall your were leaned against. 

The seriousness in his voice shocked you, but you managed to keep your expression the same. You spat out the first response that came to mind, “Let me at least shower first, I tend to work up a sweat.” Your confidence surprised him and the innocent smile you added was his weakness. 

His hand reached for your neck, but you caught his wrist before he could control you. “No, if we are going to fuck, then you’re going listen to me.” You made sure the ‘fuck’ was rough, almost spitting on his face. Your grip tightened around his wrist, and your eyes never detaching from his. Your own words aroused you. You considered yourself to be the “top” in sexual and non sexual situations. 

Before you knew it, you were forcing him into the wall with both of your hands, making you let go of the towel that was covering you. You kissed him harshly, taking breaths in between to moan, making him go insane. 

“Carry me!” He did as he was told with a smirk on his face. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you up, making your already wet pussy touch the crotch area of his basketball shorts. 

You continued to kiss and moan on his lips, as he carried you to the locker area, eventually slamming your back against the empty lockers. He put you down, so you were standing on the cold tile floor barefoot. He took his shorts off eagerly, and as he was going to pick up, you stopped him as you looked at his erection. You looked up at him making eye contact, you ran the back of your hand down his torso, finally reaching his throbbing cock. Still locking eyes, it turned you on immensely, you kneeled down, until you were right in front of his dick. 

You kissed it gently and kitty licked the tip, making him groan. He seemed to not like the teasing. You stood up, and pumped his member with your hand, while looking at him groan and tilt his head back.

He grabbed your hand that was attached to his dick, holding it against the metal locker above your head. The new coldness made you shiver, but not for long as he carried you again. He put your calves on his shoulders, giving him all the access he needed. Without hesitation he slammed into you, making you scream and squeeze your eyes tight. Grunts came out of his gritted teeth, and your mouth hung open, he found the g-spot almost immediately. He thrusted harder and harder, hitting it every time.

“Say my name slut!” His words made you fall apart even more, which surprised you because you were the one degrading most of the time. You decided to hit him back with harsh words, “I don’t know it, asshole.” You try to say it as calmly as possible, which was extremely challenging because the pleasure was overwhelming.

 He made a struggle to slap you your ass, but it made you giggle and moan louder. “My... name..... is ....... Kai.” He said it in between his fast thrusts. 

You ignored him and continued to fill the room with your moans, “Oh my fucking god Kai! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”

Your words motivated him to go harder in you, pushing so deep it almost felt uncomfortable. His thrusts were getting sloppy, his cock twitching in you. Kai was too distracted by your pussy to pull out, filling you up with cum. 

You still hadn’t finished and you intended to keep going until you orgasmed, even if he was tired and begging to stop, “You better keep going, you piece of shit!” 

Kai followed your instructions with anger, making you finish on his dick. The thrusts stopped but he was still inside you, you leaned in close to his face, you grabbed the hair tie that was holding his hair in a bun, pulling it off. You bit his bottom lip, pulling on it, you tasted metal, realizing that you cut him with your teeth. 

He put you down, and you walked away, got into the shower. The water was now cold, Kai followed you in. “I like you.” He grabbed your waist, and leaned into your shoulder. 

“Oh yeah? Why is that?” You kept playing with him, “You aren’t like other women.”

“In what aspect?” You were genuinely curious.

“Women are weak, body and mind. But you, you think like a man, and have a good pussy to stretch out.”

He slapped your ass, making it sting. You heard the door of the locker room open, “Gym doors are closing in 2 minutes!!”

[synesindri]

5, 9, 16?

:D thank you!!

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

i might have to go with “’Mr Barrow Has The Flu,’” which is a downton abbey fic i wrote about a year ago. i feel like i nailed my characterization on that one, and did justice to a topic/relationship that i really wanted to see on the show but that got largely ignored. it’s not my most ambitious fic by any means but i’m really happy with it! 

runners up include “Phantom Fangs” (wwdits), which was genuinely just something i wrote because i needed something to do but, in retrospect, it is kind of significant, and “Necrophilia Variations” (also wwdits), which i think i was just very clever about in a number of different ways lol

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

idk, if i find them too difficult to write, i just don’t write them 😂 but ok actually...i do find nandor’s pov very tricky! in my current supernatural adventures, i am struggling a bit with raphael and michael — i am learning a lot about them by trying to write them, but i don’t intuitively Get them like i feel i Get gabriel and lucifer :p

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

uhhh...hm. this is interesting, because technically i think no, there are not any tropes i enjoy that i feel guilty about enjoying, but there are tropes that i don’t often publicly talk about enjoying for ??? reasons. i have literally no idea why this is, because like...i go by “sin” lol. i’m not very subtle about being Like This, and yet! (sorry this is a non-answer lmao)

in terms of writing, the most genuine answer to this is that i feel that the line between angst and fluff is razor thin, and i love to walk the line, but i’d often err on the side of fluff than angst, at least when it comes to story resolution :p that’s not very embarrassing but i think of myself as liking tragedy...but then i make stuff (bitter)sweet instead...oh well hahahha

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