#if one (1) person comes and tells me this is ooc im chewing your hand off

[miivrs]

had a lot of fun last night with this (template by @/teocrsh on twt)

[thechaoscryptid]

Writer’s Tag Game, Bouncy’s Edition

Many thanks to @tipsyraconteur for tagging me ❤❤ I know I said this was going to be my strictly Naruto blog but there’s definitely some of my other fandoms that are going to worm their way in heh.

Rules: brag to your heart’s content, you’re awesome, and then tag 5-10 people to do the same.

I’m tagging (if you’d like to play, no obligation): @magnustesla, @scarecrowinthewoods, @dunloth, @caped-ace, @alexianite, @benicemurphy, and @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul (you Voltron peeps, it’s Ary 😉)

1) What’s a paragraph you’ve written that you’re really proud of?

From Order and Obedience (KakaIru): 

“Think Konoha’s dog is going to be an easy fuck, ranger?” Kakashi asked, eyeing every possible exit. Just in case. “That my allegiance is so easily swayed?”

“I think if you were still wearing your boots you’d be trembling in them,” Iruka said without missing a beat. “Your desire to serve the light may not make sense to me, but even I can see that the way your skin drinks in the moon would be pleasing to any god. I’m not demanding darkness, only obedience.”

2) Pick a favorite scene from your longest fic!

The scene in Wake the White Wolf (KakaIru) where Sera and Kakashi part ways. I still get chills at the lines “You are no longer my problem. I am no longer your whore.” There’s plenty of fantastic scenes from that fic, but that still remains one of my favorites. That whole arc, really, from when she finds out the news to when it’s finally 100% over. 

3) Give us a snippet of your most recent WIP:

Voltron! This is a part of one of my stories for the Sheith Big Bang coming up:

A galaxy will never be enough to contain my love for you. 

Mechanically, Keith’s hands go through the motions of powering up Black as Krolia’s voice comes through the comm link. It’s another diplomacy mission--another he’d rather skip in favor of liberating some far off colony from oppressors or just staying in bed, unmoving. The lion doesn’t speak to him the way she used to, and neither does anything else. The universe, for all its glory, has become simple.

Dull.

Grey, even with color sprays from passing planets and nebulas.

He chews on the side of his lip as he lets his head tip to the side, checking to make sure things are in order. His mother’s still rattling off information about the mission and he just wants to tell her to be quiet, he’ll figure it out on his own later. He wants to hear the ghost of Shiro’s voice whispering it loves him again.

Keith…

Ghosts are never enough, but Shiro’s I’ll love you until forever ends echoing in his head assuages the pre-mission blues. “Not that it’s ever anything else these days,” he says under his breath. Krolia asks what he said, and he blames it on a squeaky chair. “Gotta get in here and tune up the cockpit when I’m back. Project for Shiro and I.”

“Well, just as long as it doesn’t interfere with things now. You ready to give ‘em hell?”

Keith pastes a smile on his face, though he knows she’s not on the video link. “Would you expect anything different?”

4) If all of your published fics sparred, who would win and why?

Ohh, tough one...based off of stats, Wake the White Wolf, no question. Off of personal preference? Probably Crescendo (SakuOro) right now. 

5) What’s a fic/author you’ve taken inspiration from and in which one of your works did you incorporate that inspiration?

I won’t lie, Tipsy, a lot of my recent style choices came from Scar Tissue 😅 I found I really enjoy storytelling in present tense, with longer flowing lines punctuated by short lil ones for emphasis. It’s appeared in...most of my recent stuff? I switched within the last year or so.

(putting the rest under a cut because there’s some longer answers)

6) Which fanfiction character do you enjoy writing the most? In which one of your fics do you think you wrote them best?

This is another tough one xD I think I actually have to go with a three part answer here, though really, I enjoy writing so many more.

Kakashi Hatake: Shatter Me (KakaIru), best fic

Dazai Osamu: Marionette (Dazushi), best fic

Keith Kogane: since I can’t tell which one of my bang fics yet, I’ll go with my favorite published, which is Unsteady (Sheith). Truly, it’s going to be the fic from the above snippet hehe

7) Smut or fluff? Give us a sneak peek of your favorite fluffy/smutty scene you’ve written.

Mmm, smut. I’ve really got to be in the right mood for fluff, and my not-so-guilty pleasure reading is angsty smut.

My favorite fluffy/smutty scene...I think it’s probably from Reciprocity (KakaSaku)!

He wishes he still had the Sharingan to capture these moments. Sakura’s still got her thin undershirt on, but the delicate hollows of her collarbones call to him as she reaches over to light their lantern. There will be no fire tonight save for the one burning low and heavy in his stomach, as if he’s swallowed molten rock.

“Do I need to do the rest?” she says, dragging her hands up her legs as she stands. “Should I strip for you, Kakashi?”

He stands along with her and tugs off his mask first, then his shirt. Sakura gasps as the angry red of fresh scars is revealed, fingers twitching toward him before he shakes his head. “Let me,” he murmurs.

Inch by inch, the pale curve of her stomach is revealed. Shadows flicker and dance over it along with the flames, and when Kakashi pulls Sakura’s shirt the entire way off he thinks not even the prettiest sunset could compare. There’s several scars--no shinobi makes it out without them--and no shortage of muscle packed into her small frame, but somehow she makes a battleborn body beautiful.

Sakura makes life beautiful.

Her breath hitches when he tells her this, something shifting in her at the tender touch of his lips against her forehead. “You’re sure you don’t want me to just jump you right now?” she says breathlessly.

“No jumping,” he says. “Only falling.”

8) What’s a scene in one of your fics you wish you would receive fanart for?

Uh, literally any one 😅 My top choice, though, I think would be of my favorite OT3 in Desperately:

“I’ll be a lot cuter when the day comes.” Sakura shoved the bandana up and crunched her nose as she looked back with Ibiki. “You might have to leave me at the altar to catch everyone fainting at the sight of me.”

Ibiki’s laugh rumbled through the living room as he gathered her back to his chest. “We’re never leaving you there, baby, you know we couldn’t,” he said. “Or maybe we could take turns catching them. How d’you think your clothes will hold up, Rai?”

“They’ll be fine. I volunteer for catching duty as long as it’s you two falling for me at the end,” he said, spreading his arms over the back of the couch as he watched them sway. “And of course, falling into bed with me later.” Ibiki cocked an eyebrow as Sakura giggled into his scarred chest. “What, you think I”m joking?”

“Never considered it,” Ibiki said. He pulled away from Sakura to trail his hand up her arm, urging her to spin. His uniform lifted from her creamy skin and Raidou sucked in a breath as the purple lace on the bottom of her underwear was revealed. She knew he couldn’t resist those, and Ibiki certainly didn’t mind them either.

“Come here,” he said. Ibiki let her go and gave her a gentle push toward Raidou’s outstretched arms before flopping next to them as the song began to repeat. “I saw those. You can’t hide them from me.” Her hair tickled his face as he kissed over her cheek down to her ear. “Wearing my husband’s shirt and my wife-to-be’s favorite underwear, how scandalous, Sakura,” he purred.

“I’m sure your wife-to-be will be so very displeased I stole them,” she said, pulling back with a mock pout before turning to beg a kiss from Ibiki. “I hear she picked them specifically for tonight because she wanted to get laid.”

9) Would you ever consider turning one of your fics into a podfic? If no, why not?

Not on my own? I have hearing problems, so it’s just really never occurred to me. If anyone else wanted to, though, I wouldn’t say no!

10) The best (or your favourite) 5 reviews you’ve ever gotten! Don’t forget to tell us which one of your fics received them!

There’s so many 😭😭 My commenters are all fucking awesome, but I’ll trawl my saved comments for some highlights!

P5eud0Nym on Wake the White Wolf (KakaIru omegaverse): So, I just wanted to say you’ve been doing a fantastic job. I appreciate that this isn’t, and hasn’t at any point been, a dumb tropey kink fic. That you’ve taken the time to put so much heart into all of this. The fact that you’re exploring the politics, the social issues, and writing all of the characters as being more than just their A/B/O designations, so good. The multifaceted way you write is just really and truly refreshing. It’s obvious how much work and thought you put into this. You’re tackling a lot of really important stuff, from consent to civil rights, and it’s some grade A USDA certified Good Shit. Thanks for the fic and keep up the good work <3

Lilmeliz on Monster (ShigaDabi): AAAAAAA GUARANTEED I CAN BLOW YOUR MIND mwa. Please excuse the lame dua lipa reference I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I couldn’t-- Delicious. Finally some fucking good food. I want to congratulate you. This is such a beautiful, touching, heartwarming masterpiece. I even cried a little. I usually read shiggy with his dark past and his (soul) scars and all that jazz, and venturing into the thought of him having a mere fiber of good will in himself, in his actual self, is risky and prone to be ooc. But here it sounds right. It feels personal, private and even possible, my boi :( Dabi is an angel, I’m dying. I like the reminder “they lie, they kill...” Yes he’s an angel but he’s still evil. I don’t know what else to add but really, this is stunning! IM GONNA TATTOO THISSS amazing work 

Prism0467 on Forbidden (KakaIru): You have written their mutual dependency with such nurturing attention to detail I feel as if I know them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt...embraced by a work of fanfiction before now...this may well be a first. Your enthusiasm for this pairing comes through loud and clear, I’ll tell you that :)

PearlBear on Crescendo (SakuOro): Wow. Just wow. This is brilliant, heart-wrenching, creative and extremely, extremely well-written. You have such a way with words, I was actually crying. And you adapt their lives as shinobi so seamlessly to situations that happen in real life (how many partners give up on possibilities for their significant one and get nothing in return?). This story managed to move me deeply and all the while, they all were in-character (it hurt when Tsunade looked at Orochimaru in the same way they all do, also loved how Tobirama and Madara are his parents). The omegaverse wasn’t heavy at all, instead it’s well integrated enough that I, who don’t particularly like it, barely noticed and completely accepted it. It’s just the way things are. You manage to convey so, so much in a few words. I’m amazed. So, thank you for sharing this! I am very, very excited for what’s next, whether Orochimaru experiments to save himself, whether Sakumo commits suicide (or worse, dies on this mission), whether... So many possibilities. Your story is outstanding. Thank you for writing this gem!

(insert special shoutout to Tipsy’s review of Testing the Waters...)

and no comment appreciation section would be complete without at least one from @magnustesla! 

This one from Of Scale and Steel (Sheith naga AU): Ary, sometimes I am left speechless and I don’t quite know how to articulate my thoughts after reading one of your fics. Like, everything is just so...so brilliant that it’s like my brain fucks off when I try to get my thoughts down onto a page. Turning well known and beloved characters into something else entirely isn’t easy and often they miss the mark leaving the reader not really connecting with it. But you, you are brilliant and clever in all that you write because damn, I love Naga Keith. It feels like it IS part of canon. And your oc? Super adorable and she just belongs. I really loved her interactions with Shiro and the chewing on his finger had me rollling because it reminded me of when J would test everything by chomping it. Not relevant but it sparked a good laugh from me, especially because it is totally something kids do. I’m so fucking proud of you and I’m excited to see you get your mojo back with this fandom. Love you ❤

[spencerxreiders]

Panicked Prank

Title: Panicked Prank Rating: T? Warnings: Panic attack, slightly ooc Morgan ;-; Word Count: 1408 Summary: When a prank pulled on the reader goes downhill, Reid helps her through a panic attack. A/N: 1) Yes, Morgan & JJ are pretty out of character & im sorry ;-; 2) I based the panic attack symptoms on my own, and some of my friend's as well. If you ever need someone, I'm here! Don't hesitate to message me, friends :,) ••• "Ok, so here's the plan," Morgan began with a grin, looking at his current partner in crime, JJ. "I filled the supply closet with balloons. So, when she comes in, we tell her we need help getting something. When she gets in the closet, we close the door, leave it shut for a few minutes, let her out, and we all laugh it off." JJ smiled exasperatedly, feeling slightly guilty. "Are you sure? Y/N might not find it funny," she said, trailing off slightly. "It'll be fine," Morgan sighed, patting her shoulder comfortingly. "Look, here she comes!" he grinned, scooting away from his previous huddle. You smiled at them as you walked across the bullpen to your desk. "Hey Y/N, can you come give JJ and me a hand?" Morgan asked, sitting atop your clean desk. "Sure, what's up?" you smiled, your normal cheery voice catching your desk-mate and best friend's attention. Reid watched with curiosity as the scenario unfolded. JJ's nervous demeanor did not go unnoticed by the resident genius, but Morgan was obstructing her from your vision. "We need some help with the stationary, care to help?" No one was surprised when you agreed wholeheartedly, eagerly following them to the closet. Reid felt his suspicions rise as JJ avoided his  gaze, visibly chewing the inside of her cheek. She followed behind you as Morgan began the trek to the closet. "So, what do you need?" you asked, pausing as Morgan pulled open the closet door. Before you could process it, someone nudged you into the small space. You couldn't help but gasp as you came in contact with the rubber texture of the balloons, feeling a slight panic fill your chest as the door swung closed. "Derek? JJ?" you called, pushing the door in an attempt to open it. "Hello?" A sob passed your lips as you pressed more and more of your weight against the door. Morgan smiled reassuringly at JJ, who was tapping her foot impatiently. "Morgan," she hissed quietly, as not to draw attention. "Is this a bad idea?" "Hold on, just a couple more minutes. She knows we're joking." Truth be told, you did. But still, you were terrified. Logically, you were perfectly fine. Morgan was a prankster, sure, but he would never in a million years hurt you. So, why was your throat constricting more with every breath? Your lips quivered as helpless tears slipped down your cheeks, true panic setting in. "One, two, t-three," you whispered through hiccups, trying to even your breathing. Stupid panic attacks. You had had them since you were younger, never frequently or anything though. It only happened when you were completely alone while in a horrible situation (like this one). "Please," you mumbled, practically in hysterics as you slipped to the floor. With your knees pulled tightly to your heaving chest, you closed your eyes and did your best to "breathe easy". "Morgan this is ridiculous I don't-" JJ was interrupted by Reid's suspicious voice as he neared them, keeping an eye on the door Morgan was leaning on. "What's ridiculous?" "A prank," JJ blurted out, unable to keep it secret anymore. "Jayj!" Morgan hissed, looking away from Reid. "Ok, guys, what's going on?" he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. "I put a lot of balloons in this closet, and put Y/N in it for a couple of minutes," Morgan shrugged, only then feeling a slight guilt. "What?" Reid practically shrieked, pushing the other male out of the way. He opened the door to reveal you hyperventilating, and JJ gasped audibly in the background. "I'm so sorry, Y/N, oh my gosh, I'm sorry!" Reid glared at Morgan, who was speechless, before shuffling in the closet as well, flipping the light switch you were too frightened to search for on before closing the door again. "Y/N, look at me," he ordered softly, taking your trembling hand in his. Your wild, teary eyes met his, desperately searching for solace. "It's ok, I'm right here. You're panicking, and that's ok. But we're going to get out of this closet once you can breathe again, ok?" he asked. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to breathe, finding Spencer's low voice soothing. "Look at me, please." "I'm sorry," you sobbed, collapsing in on yourself even further. "No, it's not your fault, it's ok!" he reassured, pulling you into his side. "Hold your breath for me," he whispered as he rubbed small circles on the small of your back. "I'm going to help you, ok?" You pried your eyes open to watch as he cradled your face between his palms. "I'm sorry," he mumbled before leaning forward. His soft pink lips collided firmly with your trembling ones causing your eyes to widen in surprise. You felt yourself relax as his lips moved in sync with yours, fluttering your eyes shut like his. As soon as he felt that your lips had stopped shaking, he pulled back to study your expression. You took a few deep breaths before smiling at him, your heart beating a mile a minute. "I'm so sorry for doing that, I know it was intrusive. But holding your breath helps with panic attacks and I don't want t-" he was interrupted as you threw your arms around him, mumbling praises into his sweater. "Are you ok?" he asked, smoothing your hair down with one hand while holding you to him with the other. "Thanks to you," you whispered close to one of his reddening ears. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't randomly kiss you to calm you down?" he joked, feeling your chuckle. "I think you enjoyed that more than you let on," you teased, staying nestled close even though you pulled your face away from his shoulder. He brought his hand up to wipe away the last of your tears, running his tongue over his upper lip before speaking again. "I probably enjoyed it more than I should've." Your lips parted slightly in shock at his serious response. "Spencer?" "Hey, let's, uh, go back out there," he mumbled, standing up quickly while avoiding your eyes. "Spence, please wait," you more or less asked, pushing yourself off the ground. "Were you being serious?" you whispered, taking a step towards him. He took in a deep breath, looking down at your face. "Well, yeah," he shrugged. "I mean, you're beautiful, and more importantly, an amazing person. Who wouldn't want to kiss you?" he mumbled, finding the lack of space between you flustering. "W-wow.." you muttered, sparing a glance at his pink lips.  "I'm sorry, I'll go." Before you realized what you were doing, you had grabbed him by the collar of his button up. You pulled him down to your level while standing on your toes, stopping just before your lips came in contact with his. His breath was warm on your face, his lips just an inch away. "Please?" he whispered, the crack in his voice noticeable. You smiled before granting his wish. For the second time in five minutes, his lips fit with yours perfectly. This time, you wrapped your arms securely around his neck as his his wound around your waist. It felt absolutely heavenly to have his lips against yours, merging perfectly together. Although the kiss was hungry and passionate, there was no desperation, only love. Just as he took your bottom lip between his teeth to nibble softly, the door swung open. "Woo hoo! Get some, Pretty Boy!" You instantly pulled away from each other, both absolutely mortified that you had been caught. Morgan laughed briefly before returning to a serious expression. "Y/N, I'm really, really sorry about the prank. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." You smiled at Spencer and then at Morgan. JJ wasn't far behind, running to hug you apologetically. "It's fine, just maybe don't shove people in closets?" you laughed, flashing Reid a grateful smile. "Come on, lovebirds. We've got some work to do." "Wait, what? Lovebirds?" JJ asked, shooting curious looks at Reid as Morgan lead her away. "Thank you, Spencer," you smiled, taking his large hand in yours. "Anytime," he smiled, still a blushing mess from the literal close encounter. "Let's go, we can finish this after work," he winked, leading you out of the confined space once and for all. Morgan and JJ could take care of the balloons.