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slightlyrebelliouswriter23 · 2 years

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annual writing self-evaluation

thanks so much to @vexderolo and @jurdanhell who tagged me weeks ago but i'm just now getting around to this :')❤️❤️

Number of stories posted to AO3:

i have 16 works total and posted 5 chapter updates/new works in 2021 (listen. it was a rough year lmao)

Word count posted for the year:

25,607

Fandoms you wrote for:

TFOTA

Pairings:

Jurdan

Story with the most kudos, comments, and bookmarks:

Fine Line (didn't even have to look lmao)

Work you're most proud of and why:

Fine Line because she's my baby and I always write my ass off for her. although a close runner up is probably I Hate You So Much cos i've had people tell me they consider it canon and that's just gvljaslkdjskdj surreal to me 🥺

Work you're least proud of and why:

it's still not my least favourite piece of mine but of the ones i wrote in 2021, i'm probably least proud of No Drug Like Me. don't get me wrong, i'm proud of the writing out of the context of the series. but it'd been a while since i re-read the series when i wrote it so i feel like even though it supposedly takes place in Elfhame, it doesn't match the tone or characterisation as well as some of my other works.

Share or describe a favourite review you received:

there have been a few that have been like "are you Holly Black incognito?" or "this fic is canon for me" or "your writing is beautiful, i hope to read a book from you someday" and those always make me smile really fucking big :') but there's this one that i'll always remember that was like "i was trying to remember a scene from the series the other day and i spent so long trying to find it in my copies of the books and then i remembered the scene was from this fic" and i sobbed a lil ngl

A time when writing was really, really hard:

i should tell you about the times when writing was really, really easy. there were less of those this year 🥲

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

i think the fact that i was able to convincingly(?) write an explicit scene from the first person POV of a dude lmao. 2 years ago i thought i'd never write an explicit scene point blank period. so the fact that i was able to pull that off is a bit shocking but in the best way :')

A favourite excerpt of your writing:

(ugh don't make me do this 🙈)

Every move is a weapon intentionally drawn. We track each other, note reactions, breathe the same tenuous, mangled breath. She traces her dare on the battlefield of my chest.

So take me.

Down, down, down. I’m dizzy and she’s slow, like a call to courage. A king before men.

It makes perfect sense. We kneel in the trenches of desire and she flings the shrapnel of her glare at me, the enemy. She wants me to surrender. She doesn’t know I already have.

—Fine Line, Chapter 3.5

How did you grow as a writer this year?

i think i focused a lot on bettering my dialogue, which is probably the thing i'm least confident about when it comes to writing.

How do you hope to grow next year?

i want to stop being so perfectionistic. i'd rather have a "good e-fucking-nough" attitude and actually finish some of the works i've started (there are so so many) than feel overwhelmed by the prospect of writing cos "it has to be better than the last one".

Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer?

everyone who has ever left me a comment or ask who encouraged me even when i wasn't posting anything for a while. i love you.

Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year?

i think every writer draws from their experiences to some capacity. emotions, small things they see or smell or hear on the street. i can't think of super specific examples of this, but i mean Fine Line is a wholeass panini fic so there's that.

Any new wisdom you can share with other writers?

this is an old bit of advice but it really came to light for me this year: you create what you consume.

Any projects you're looking forward to starting/finishing this year?

there are so many chapter updates that have over 3000 words that i just haven't finished. my goal this year is to finish those and come up with some sort of schedule for juggling all my WIPs lmao

Tag some writers whose answers you'd like to read:

this seems like a New Year post and since we're already 20 days in, i won't tag anyone. but if you see this and you want to do it anyway pls go for it! you can say i tagged you :')

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the-only-villain-here-is-me · 6 years

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Suspicious Nerdivity

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Violence, Language, Murder

Requested By: @lostmermaidponyo

Prompt: "Imagine meeting Reid at comicon and getting along great, only to be a suspect on his next case."

Note: I am so sorry this took so long to get up!!! Everything's been so crazy lately I kind of had to back burner it, but thankfully, I have finished it up. I hope you like it! :)

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"You wouldn't dare!" You scream at your friend, pawing for her phone as you weave in and out of the massive cluster of people; occasionally pausing to gawk in admiration at them.

You see; this sort of gawking is socially acceptable at the event you're at. Currently, you are surrounded by masses of cosplayers at the annual Washington DC Comic Con.

There are Hermiones, Deadpools and Spider-Men, there are Doctor Whos, Sherlocks and Dean Winchesters. It's like a dream come true...the only problem is you had to call in sick to attend as you didn't have enough vacation hours to last the entire week.

Cue your friend holding the knowledge you gifted her with as ammunition to get whatever she wanted from the various booths peppering the room.

"Fine, I concede!" You yell ahead to her, catching up long enough to snatch her phone and bolting off.

"Cheater!" She screams behind you as she gives chase.

You only grin in delight as you high five a Deadpool and plow on through the massive crowd.

You also just so happen to try to plow through a man you hadn't noticed in your path. To say the action worked is a severe overstatement; instead, you bounce off the scrawny man and land smack dab on his sonic screwdriver with a sickening crack.

"Oh my god; I'm so freaking sorry!" You exclaim hurriedly as you kneel forward to pick up the pieces of his screwdriver, banging your head against his as he has the same idea as you.

Holding your aching head, you shake off the pain and start to stand up, wordlessly taking the hand he has offered out to you.

"Are you ok?" He questions softly, worry cast across his features as he eyes you.

"Um, yeah; I should probably be asking you that though seeing as how I just rammed into you," You sigh embarrassedly, peering down at your feet awkwardly as a small smirk flutters across his lips.

"Well 1 in 29 people are 50% clumsier than the national average so I wouldn't hold it against yourself," He chuckles, fixing the felt hat topping a mess of curling, chestnut locks.

"Oh yeah, that makes me feel a lot better!" You reply jokingly, slapping his arm lightly.

"I'm Spencer Reid; what's your name?" He questions curiously, waiting expectingly for your answer.

"I'm (y/n) (y/l/n), nice to meet you Spencer," You smile before your friend comes barging up, rambling about you taking her phone until she notices Spencer.

"Ooh, he's fluoride, iodine, and neon!" She whispers to you before snatching away her phone.

"Go get him tiger!" She growls in your ear before skipping off to check out the booths.

"Listen; I'm really sorry about your sonic screwdriver; can I get you a new one?" You question bashfully, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"No, it's fine; I'll just pick a new one up from one of the booths here," Spencer reassures you, his lips tugging back into a small smile.

"Well; then I'll have to buy you dinner to make up for it," You blurt out, a sense of confidence overwhelming you as the man looks taken aback by your blunt offer.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" He questions curiously, his eyebrow cocking slightly.

"Definitely; here's my number so we can set up a date and time," You grin happily, grabbing a pen and paper from one of the booths beside you, ignoring the glare the older woman running it is sending you.

Passing him your number, he smiles and yanks out his phone; entering your digits into the phone before scribbling his own number on the back of the paper for you.

Suddenly, his phone lights up and he sighs; staring down at the bright screen warning of an incoming call.

"I have to take this," He sulks, tapping the accept icon and pressing the phone close to his ear.

"Reid here," He greets into the phone, murmuring every so often in response the person on the end of the line before hanging up.

"I have to run; but I'll call you?" He offers sheepishly, running his hand through his tousled locks awkwardly.

"Alright; I'll be waiting," You respond with a smirk.

"Great!" He exclaims, starting to take off.

"Don't be a stranger Spencer!" You yell after him, grinning as the lanky man darts between the crowd.

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You sip your cup of water carefully, gazing around the bland grey room you're in as you try to determine why you are here.

Soon, the door to the interrogation room flies open and Spencer enters, accompanied by a serious looking man with dark brown hair and a thin lip.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n); that's your name I'm told?" The serious man questions gruffly as you eye him wearily.

Ignoring him, you turn to Spencer and exclaim; "When I said don't be a stranger; I didn't mean this!"

"(Y/n), I'm sorry but we do have reasons to believe t-" He starts softly before you cut him off.

"Reasons to believe what?" You huff, "To believe that I would kill those men?"

Spencer nods sadly and you roll your eyes in disbelief.

"Reid; please wait outside," The man beside Spencer orders.

"But Hotch-" He tries to plead in vain, but in the end, he leaves the room.

"You were spotted on multiple cameras in or around the vicinity of where three bodies were discovered near a local Comic Con you were attending; can anyone account for your whereabouts around the times that these men were killed?" The man, Agent Hotch it seems, questions; laying out a spread of gory crime scene photos depicting the victims.

Your mind flutters back to Comic Con, and when you had heard of the heinous crimes...

"Hey, what's going on?" You question curiously as a throng of people gather on the front lawn of the Comic Con venue, staring across the street at an influx of police cars forming a blockade in front of your hotel.

"I heard some teens discovered a couple of bodies in the hotel trash; said they were torn up pretty badly," A man dressed as Castiel whistles from beside you.

As you watch, you hear footsteps nearing you and you turn slightly to notice your friend join the crowd of onlookers.

"Why'd you change; I loved your Lucifer costume!" You whine to your friend, noticing she had changed from her Lucifer costume into a ratty pair of jeans two sizes too big and a stained flannel that smelled slightly of cigarettes.

"I dropped some food on it," She murmurs, a bit preoccupied as she watches entranced as the coroners pull up to the hotel.

"Look, the FBI is here!" A woman dressed as Sam Winchester on your left exclaims, her hand flying instinctively to her own fake credentials.

For some odd reason, your friend's face seems to flush an odd pale at the mention and look of anger bubbles across her face.

"Not the exact time; but my friend can confirm that I was in the crowd watching you guys pull in," You reply, your voice barely above a fearful whisper at the thinly veiled accusation of murder.

"We were called in for two other murders before the other three; you also happened to be captured on camera at a gas station not too far from the first two," Agent Hotch growls lowly, making you gulp in fear.

"Wait, was Agent Reid undercover to catch me for something I didn't even do?" You question out loud increduolously, eyes widening.

"No, Agent Reid was not undercover; he recognized your face on security cam footage later after he left the Comic Con," Agent Hotch replies cooly, peeling back his papers as he searches through the manilla file.

Suddenly, the interrogation room door flies open; startling you as Spencer Reid himself rushes in.

"Hotch; it isn't her!" He exclaims excitedly, his eyes wide.

"Wow, what took you so long?" You quip jokingly, rolling your eyes.

"Reid, what are you talking about?" Agent Hotch practically hisses, his eyes flickering between you and Spencer.

"Garcia reviewed the tapes from the gas station and since we weren't looking for it; we didn't see that (y/n)'s friend also pulled into that same gas station a few hours after time of death," He almost sputters, as your heart starts to beat wildly at what is being implied.

"How long was your friend in the crowd with you (y/n)?" Agent Hotch questions gruffy, eyeing you carefully.

"She went back to the hotel around breakfast time and then I saw her a couple hours later when she joined the crowd after you guys pulled in," You reply, piecing together the timeline in your head.

"Does this man look familiar to you (y/n)?" Agent Hotch asks, sliding a glossy photo towards you, which isn't an easy feat to examine it with your hands cuffed to the table.

Craning your neck, you notice the man who's on it is very familiar to you, in fact.

"He's the one who was flirting with (y/f/n) this morning; he gave her his number; why do you ask?" You question curiously as Agent Hotch stands and motions for the guard in the corner.

"Release her; we're dropping all the charges," Agent Hotch instructs the man, who nods his head silently and twists the key in your handcuffs to release your swollen, red wrists.

You storm past Spencer wordlessly, in a tizzy of anger; waiting at the front desk for your belongings to be returned to you.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry; we had to bring you in, you were at or near both crime scenes and you fit the profile," Spencer sighs apologetically.

"If you're going to arrest me, at least wait till after the first date Spencer; now we have to reschedule it!" You exclaim with a huff, signing a few forms the receptionist shoves at you.

"Wait, you still want to go out; on a date; after we arrested you?" Spencer questions oddly, his head tipping to the side quizzically.

"Well yeah; I do like you even with your unconventional methods of getting to know each other," You chuckle, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you grab your bag.

"What about tomorrow; I'll pick you up at 7?" He offers gingerly.

"It's a date; you know where to find me after that whole background check you guys ran," You chuckle, saluting the man as you rush from the station and past your friend being wrestled in, handcuffed.

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