My name is Regina, your soon-to-be favourite latina. Iâm 27, a Leo, a little unhinged, a sad attempt of a flirt and a total simp for women. So, please, men and minors do not interact.
Oh, and sometimes I write. !! AO3
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âÂť Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut and sometimes I go a little darky (but I have my limits, just ask)
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Take a wild guess, Iâll wait⌠Nothing? Fine, Iâll tell you.
âÂť I do, but it might take a little. It really depends on how Iâm feeling because I get overwhelmed easily. Just be kind when asking, tell me the character (or characters) and the type. Again, ask for limits!
âÂť Lavender Marriage (type: series || status: finished)
Summary: Marrying your best friend sounded like a dream. You love him, he loves you, what could go wrong? Maybe the fact that none of you were straight or the fact that you were in love with his mother. And falling in love with a married woman, never sounded so⌠tempting.
âďšďšNATASHA ROMANOFFďšďš
âÂť The Roommate (type: series || status: on going)
Summary: Natasha Romanoff was known for flirting, fucking and never calling back. You were collegeâs golden girl, desirable but untouchable. Two opposites doomed to meet. You said no and Natasha only saw a challenge. Who will win, though?
âÂť Shenanigans (type: one shot || status: finished)
Summary: Being an influencer with an Avenger as a your girlfriend is really hard. A silly trend always turned into the promise of getting ruined. Always.
âÂť For the audience (type: one shot || status: finished)
Summary: A late night livestream gave you several ideas to keep showing the world the humanity in Natasha Romanoff. But this time, you messed up your digital footprint.
âďšďšWANDANATďšďš
âÂť Hangover (type: one shot || status: finished)
Summary: You woke up in a room that isnât yours, two beautiful women sleeping at your sides and a bunch of memories and promises make you realise love at first sight actually exists. For once, it was a good idea you listened to your friends, right?
Itâs going đ I swear to fucking god, I even got that app for ADHD to focus on tasks but everyone seems to know when Iâm busy and suddenly they call or text or come to my place to show me things đ
i read âthe hangoverâ and all i want to say is that its the best wandanat + reader i have EVER read. Your writing is impeccable and truly WOW.
I know its listed as one-shot and was over a year ago now but if you were to ever consider making it in a series - jesus id be the happiest woman alive. i wonât beg you but i just wanted to remind you how truly amazing of a set-up it is for a series iâd genuinely follow to the grave.
lots of love, take care of yourself,
LL đ¤
Thank you so much you are so sweet!
Iâve got a long list of requests since November and I believe thereâs one and the same universe so we will see! But turning it into a series could be difficult hehe
Omg yes guys what đ Iâve been super busy and my best friend dragged me to Minecraft, knowing damn well I tend to obsess and then left me all alone and Minecraft hyperfixation came back and work is stressing me out but Iâll have a few days off đđđđ
Summary: A late night livestream gave you several ideas to keep showing the world the humanity in Natasha Romanoff. But this time, you messed up your digital footprint.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Warning(+18): teasing, slight daddy kink, fingering, oral sex, accidental exhibitionism (?), dirty talk, badly written smut what can I say
you donât have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI â Regina.
A/N: Hi there!!! Got this request that at least worked to make me write (?) Iâm getting there guys, I swear I have like two pages of The Roommate written but itâs killing me because Iâm not liking it. Iâll manage. Anyway, Iâm not sure I followed the vision fully in this one? But I tried!
Masterlist || AO3
Your giggles resounded down the hall despite your door being closed. Honestly, you werenât aware of how loud you were laughing with a heavy headset on as you watched TikTok trends along with your audience. Yes, audience.
Turned out that you could actually live off from social media, a bittersweet decision that Natasha watched you take with her jaw tight and a tighter smile because the idea of you exposing yourself for the world to judge triggered her more than she wanted to admit, but the idea of keeping you safe inside the most guarded building in the world instead of you actively commuting to work every day helped her sleep at night.
It started with silly trends that slowly moved to livestreams on Twitch. You built a solid community that clearly loved giving you ideas to mess with the hottest super-spy on earth. The same community that kept you company during the nights Natasha was away on a mission and you swore the building turned colder without her presence.
Sadly, that night was one of those nights.
But after five years of being Natashaâs girlfriend, the tension felt bearable, or at least you got very good at hiding it with loud laughter, a good wine and the category of just chatting under your stream.
âDo you guys think I could pull this off?â you asked softly, the chat moving fast despite being in slow mode. You squinted as you took a sip and snorted when an alert went off.
BigOnyxxx donated 1000bits. Natasha would propose on spot if you called her your wife. Sheâs your biggest simp and Iâve been around here long enough to spot them instantly xDD
âOnyx! Thank you for the bits and I promise I wonât tell my super deadly assassin girlfriend you called her a simp in front of fifty-thousand peopleâ you smiled softly as you tried to read the chat once again. You giggled at some comments you managed to catch âOh! Guys, guys, I think I know which one, but should we do it live?â you blurted out, your fingers already tapping in the search bar and wiggling your eyebrows as you looked at the camera with a mischievous smile âDo we see the vision?â
And while you kept chatting, your girlfriend was landing at the compound and ready to spend the next forty-eight hours glued to you. Mission had gone well, if she could label it as such after someone else almost fucked it up.
She made it to the living area; most of the team was out on different missions or simply trying to do something different for a change. And Natasha never comprehended the need to mingle with the rest of the world, not when her whole life revolved saving or destroying the world. Then, you walked into her life and now she couldnât remember the last time she wasnât counting minutes down to get back to you.
However, her smile started to fade away when she heard your laughter. Not because she hated the sound of it, she loved it. It was because she knew what that meant, and her whole body started to prepare for the world to see the deadliest assassin turn into the softest puppy under your arms. Again.
Ever since you blew up â or as you would call it âgo viralâ â the world started to like her better, and she wasnât so sure she liked that.
She didnât have an option, anyway.
The redhead inhaled sharply when her hand grabbed the doorknob of her room. When she opened the door, the first thing that wrapped her was your scent. Vanilla still lingered in the air mixed with lavender oil that you probably set in the diffusor. The room was slightly dark, illuminated only by those LED lights you tricked Natasha into installing, and the light that came from your gaming setup that Tony gifted and pretended they were things he meant to throw away.
Chat started to go frenetic when she started to show in the frame. Donation after donation started to come through and you looked at the screen with confused eyes. And despite the word âBEHINDâ appearing repeatedly, you simply rolled your eyes.
âFor the last time, the place isnât haunted!â you huffed and bit your lip âI asked Wanda to checkâ
Natasha moved your headset carefully and whispered in your ear âAnd how on earth would Wanda know that?â
Clips were made the moment you flinched, your soul leaving your body was truly caught in 4K, and Natashaâs chuckle made it feel like visiting the gates of heaven. At the first gasp of air, your hand tried to smack Natashaâs thigh and failed in the process when calloused fingers wrapped around your wrist.
You looked up with flushed cheeks and found a smirking redhead looking at you, a terrifying image for many but the sweetest for you.
âAnd you didnât want to take self-defense classâ Natasha said casually, leaning down to be at your level and you felt the air getting knocked out of your lungs when your eyes fell on plumped lips making you lick yours âBreatheâ
You did as told, because your girlfriendâs voice always managed to cut through any fog. And then you grunted âThat is mean, Romanoff! Do you always have to walk in stealth mode?â
âI donât know any other wayâ she shrugged nonchalantly and kissed your forehead as you winced âSay your goodbyes, I need my girlfriendâ
Your lips parted, probably to follow instructions when you look back at the camera. However, the chat kept going wild as they sent donations after donations trying to convince you to follow your plan through.
You bit your lower lip, your hand shaky over the mouse as you toyed with the idea despite already knowing the answer. And Natasha watched first-handedly the way your whole demeanor changed into something more playful and mischievous.
âCan you wait a few more minutes? We actually were waiting for an album thatâs about to drop, right guys?â you briefly looked at the camera and then back at your girlfriend that scoffed, rolling her eyes.
âThey canât even talk to youâ Natasha added and you giggled.
âOkay, dino, thereâs a chat over hereâ you pointed out one of the screens and Natasha squinted, her head dizzy instantly at the movement âSee? They are saying yesâ
âThereâs no way you can read thatâ the redhead huffed and you shrugged, a sweet smile already tugging your lips that always melted Natashaâs heart âFine, Iâll go take a quick showerâ
You hummed, the smile faltering slightly at the thought of your plan not working out but now you had to keep up the charade. And it wasnât until you heard her close the bathroom door that you exhaled loudly and laughed in disbelief.
âDo you guys think she will notice that the album was released two years ago?â you giggled softly as you read the chat âHey, itâs a white lie. You are making it sound weird, guys. I promise I always come clean after, but I think you will owe me a big time for this oneâ
You kept chatting with your audience, switching from your headset to the speakers to look casual. And despite you wearing your confident smile and giggling, your leg was bouncing nervously under the table as it always did whenever you were about to mess with Natasha.
It was true that you always came clean and apologized. And deep-down Natasha loved it, because she always knew when you were lying, yet she always chose to watch you go along with it. The aftermath was always delicious for both, but it always made you nervous.
As the time passed and the water kept running, you felt the way the idea started to sit wrongly over your shoulders. Recording Natashaâs reactions in private gave you the room to edit the most intimate parts of your interactions, but doing it live was a risky move that could leave you both terribly exposed to the world.
However, before you could call it off, you heard the movement in the bathroom and your hand moved instantly to the mouse. The first song in the album started to fill the room seconds before your girlfriend came out of the bathroom as she dried her hair with a towel.
âIs that the album?â Natasha asked, her body out of the frame as she sat at the edge of the bed. You hummed; your eyes focused on her arms as they flexed with every movement she made âHave I heard this artist before?â
You cleared your throat and forced yourself to look away, squeezing your legs together subtly âYeah, Iâve sneaked a song or two in your workout playlistâ
âYou will have to be more specific, sweetheart. You do that all the timeâ she pointed out and you chuckled.
The chat kept mentioning how the whole thing only worked if they could see Natasha, and you inhaled sharply before turning your chair to face her. The redhead tilted her head with suspicion as you moved your fingers nervously over your lap.
âCare to join us? The world wants a raw review from the Black Widow herselfâ you asked softly and Natasha hummed, leaning back with her palms pressed on the bed and her legs slightly spread. You almost moaned but forced yourself to focus âPlease?â
âI know how those reviews with you endâ she said softly and you whined âItâs like you love getting in trouble on purpose. Oh, wait! You do. You admitted to it when I had...â
âJust listen to the damn album, Romanoffâ you cut her off, your face on fire by the implication of her statement. Natasha chuckled and walked towards you âSuch a good girlfriendâ
She rolled her eyes playfully and you sat up just to end up sitting in her lap âYou owe me for thisâ
âI always do. Now, shâ
The first song ended and you paused, giving yourself one last chance to call it off once again as you commented on the song and watched your girlfriend try to follow you when giving hers.
One of her hands sneaked under your sweatshirt and you shivered at the cold contact, your body already leaning closer as she rested her chin over your shoulder and pecked your cheek.
You giggled as you read the chat, people filling it with âaw's and soft comments about the not-so-intimidating super spy âGays, be cool. Nat is like any other human beingâ your girlfriend hummed, brushing her nose against your cheek as her eyelids felt heavy âNext one is called Lunch. Ready?â
Natasha hummed again, half listening as her hand moved smoothly over your abdomen. The redhead buried her nose in your hair and pulled you closer, forgetting for a moment there were thousands of people watching her as she tried to merge her body with yours.
Then, her movements stopped when the lyrics reached her ears. Her mind took a few seconds to make sense of them as the song poured through the speakers and her hand tensed over your abdomen, making your heart skip a beat with anticipation.
âStart it over, pleaseâ Natasha asked softly and you hummed, starting over the song as you sent a wink to the camera. The beat came first and Natasha tapped her foot but stopped almost instantly when the first verse came âWait, wait, did she say she could eat that girl for lunch?â
âYeah, baby, itâs legal nowâ you chuckled, turning to look at her and she rolled her eyes âI know I would eat you for lunch, thoughâ you said cheerfully but it didnât take you long to squeeze your legs when her eyes darkened âWaitâ
âWhen you say it like that, she does have a point. You are a whole mealâ Natasha replied loudly enough for the audience to hear, but when her lips brushed the shell of your ear and her other hand squeezed your thigh, you already knew she was about to ruin you âSay your goodbyes, sweet thing, daddy needs you right nowâ
âN-Natashaâ you stuttered, licking your lips nervously as her hand moved closer to your inner thigh. Your hands moved to the stream dashboard, making sure her hand was out view but even when you realized no one could see her, your cheeks blushed âDid you like the song?â
The redhead scoffed, leaning back against the chair, but both of her hands grabbed your thighs and forced them open, making you squeak. You tried to focus on the chat, a live audience that remained ignorant of your girlfriendâs hand movements or the way you were trying to play it cool as though she didnât just give you a very clear instruction.
âSure, great rhythm and the lyrics feel...â she moved her leg, making your clothed cunt land on her thigh and you gasped âAccurate. You do taste like you are the oneâ
Your head started spinning with her words, even more so when she started bouncing her leg with you on top of it as if you weighed nothing. You leaned forward, your hands grabbing the edge of your desk as you tried to hold onto the last strand of sanity in your body to not let the audience think that few seconds of a song turned on your girlfriend enough.
âT-Tasha!â you blurted out the moment her hands moved to your hips and pinned you down. You looked over your shoulder, and she shrugged nonchalantly while wearing a sweet smirk. A smirk that told you it was your call âGuys, we are leaving now. Natasha is really tired...â the redhead laughed out loud behind you, and you whimpered when her hands squeezed your hips when you focused too long on the chat âYeah, whatever, bye guys, Iâll see you...â Natasha hovered your hand over the mouse, clicking impatiently to end the stream and soon her body was pinning you against the desk âYou are like a horny teenager, Tasha!â
âOh, please! As if you werenât setting me up for thisâ the redhead chuckled with her lips on your neck and her hips jerked behind you âMissed you, detkaâ
Her hand snaked between your thighs, and you moaned when she grabbed your pussy as her teeth sank on your neck âMissed you too, d-daddyâ
Natasha chuckled, turning you around to capture your lips with hers in one of those slow and devastating kisses that always made your knees buckle. You whimpered when one of her hands wrapped around your neck and her teeth caught your lower lip. Her tongue swirled inside your mouth, coaxing a moan out that only gave her more room as her teeth clashed against yours, and you sat on the desk with your legs wrapping around her hips and pulled her closer.
âBedâ you murmured against her lips and she hummed.
However, just when she started to carry you towards the bed, Natasha stopped and placed you down. You gave her a confused look, but her grin only widened as you caught the playful twinkle in her eyes.
âPut the song on repeat, I will fuck you to itâ your lips parted as blood concentrated in your cheeks, but she only tilted her head to the side and raised a brow âGoâ
You moved fast, your hands shaking and clumsy when trying to move. You clicked desperately, grunting when it didnât work, and you moved the mouse until you saw the cursor on the main screen and played the song.
You stumbled when getting back to your girlfriend, making her giggle as your arms wrapped around her neck, and you pulled her in for a kiss. Your fingers tangled with red wet hair; Natashaâs hands grabbed your waist and your feet danced together as your girlfriend guided you towards the bed without breaking the kiss.
A gasp left your lips when she threw you on the bed, your hand managing to tug her shirt and pull Natasha along. Her lips moved to your jaw then your throat, darting her tongue out to outline it as a moan clawed its way out of your lips.
âYou and your incessant need to be chronically onlineâ Natasha said softly against your collarbone as her fingers worked skillfully to unbutton your blouse. You arched your body when her tongue moved to the valley of your boobs and your girlfriend smirked âBut you drag me to it when you want this, thinking you can fool me or overpower meâ she pushed the bra to the side and you moaned when she started to suck on your nipple.
âI really need you right nowâ you whined, trying to look down to her as Natasha squeezed your boobs and you bucked your hips up âPleaseâ
Her lips popped, and she grinned when looking at you, opening fully your blouse and running her finger down your abdomen, electrifying your skin with a simple touch.
âBut you made me wait, didnât you? For views and likes, and it makes me wonder if you would let them watch thisâ you moaned as she unbuttoned your jeans, her eyes snapping up incredulously. Her hands got rid of your jeans with slight help from you, but her eyes kept assessing you and then she laughed âOh god, you actually would let them watchâ
âN-No... Th-that's not...â you stuttered, jerking your body up just in time to watch your girlfriend bury her nose in your cunt, just above the wet patch in your underwear âNatashaâ
Natasha inhaled your scent; her mouth watering as an animalistic sound made its way out of her throat. You mewled when she licked over your underwear, your hips bucking up and your pussy leaking. The redhead kept licking your covered cunt, your underwear getting more than ruined but maybe not as much as you with your chin up in the air as your girlfriendâs hands were pinning down your hips.
âNatasha, pleaseâ you breathed out, trying to focus as you looked at her again and she only growled âNat...â she growled again and you whined âDaddy, please!â
Your girlfriend hummed approvingly, placing a chaste kiss over your clit before looking at you. Even under the LED lights barely illuminating the room, you could see â feel was probably more accurate â Natasha's hungry eyes over you, darker and dangerously assessing you.
âJust admit itâ she purred, her thumb circling your clit over your underwear making you whimper âAdmit you would love it if they watched this â watched you unravel under my touchâ she pressed her thumb and you mewled as your body fell completely over the mattress, your hands grabbing a pillow to anchor yourself as you buried half your face in one of your arms âYou are just making it worse, detkaâ she pressed even more as she placed a kiss on your abdomen âAdmit itâ she licked and sucked your skin âAdmit you would love to film a sex tape and post it like the little slut that you...â
âYes, yes. I would love itâ you cried out, your body burning with need âJust please, daddy...â Natashaâs hands ripped a hole in your underwear. You sent her a terrified look before her mouth latched onto your clit âOh fuck, daddy!â
Your eyes rolled back with your mouth hanging loosely, one hand tugging her hair and the other one grabbing the pillow above you when her tongue travelled over your slit.
Natasha shushed your whine when her lips moved to your inner thighs, sucking gently on your skin and gaining a loud moan. Then, she sucked your labia softly, then your clit, then she dragged her tongue all the way down to your hole and a scream ripped out of your throat when she pushed it inside.
Your girlfriend was always proud of her skills in bed, and god... Natasha had the right to be proud. But she was more than determined to give you the best oral sex ever to that damn song you pushed her to listen.
And if Natasha could, she would bury her face in that pretty pussy of yours. Her chin was covered with your slick and her spit, her fingers digging deeper into your thighs the more you moaned loudly and ground your hips desperately against her face.
âI need your... fuck... fingers, p-please" you whimpered as your girlfriend clicked her tongue and two of her fingers teased your entrance âPlease!â
âThis is what you want?â she spat her fingers and pushed them inside of you, watching the way your eyes rolled back, and your moans filled the room âCome on, put on a show as if they were watchingâ her fingers curled inside you and her free hand slapped your pussy, making you mewl loudly âLook at you, slut, all worked up to the idea of having an audience that watches me own this pussy. Itâs mine, isnât it?â
Natashaâs words hit in all the right ways, but it was getting hard to focus with her fingers pumping inside your pussy and feeling your slick dripping down. So, your always impatient girlfriend slapped your pussy again and you opened your eyes.
âYes, yes. Itâs yours, daddy. Iâm yours!â you cried out and Natasha clicked her tongue again, catching a last glimpse of your flushed state before going back to eat you out âGod, I missed that tongue so muchâ Natasha growled approvingly, her fingers pumping faster as she sucked your clit and your fingers tugged her hair harder âYes, daddy, right there... donât stop, pleaseâ
Your girlfriend swirled her tongue, squelching sounds joined your desperate moans and head started to spin, with your body stiffening as you felt your orgasm approaching. Natasha noticed it too, your pussy clenching deliciously and encouraging her to go faster. You ground your hips as your whole body focused on that delicious edge that you were trying to reach and let yourself fall.
Your legs clasped around your girlfriendâs head; the song suddenly was louder, and your moans were matching it. Natasha grunted as her lungs burned, but she kept going as she watched you unravel beautifully.
âOh, shit, shit. Donât stop, daddy, never stop. Fuck, fuck, Iâm about to...â the redhead managed to nod, and you whined with your face buried in your pillow and your body squirming desperately as your girlfriend tried to anchor you.
Your body started to relax, freeing Natasha from being trapped between your legs as she kept licking softly and teasingly your slit to help you ride down your high. Your eyes fluttered open; your vision blurred, and with those black dots tainting it.
After taking a deep breath and despite your hammering heart, you managed to tap Natashaâs head, and she reluctantly stopped. Her body hovered yours and her hair fell above your face. Your hand caressed her cheek, and you scrunched your nose.
âYou are covered in meâ you whispered, running a finger over her chin and Natasha caught it, sucking and licking it clean. A satisfied hummed followed after she popped her lips around your finger and you moaned âShitâ
âSuch a filthy mouth, detka. We need to do something about itâ she purred before kissing you.
Her body weigh felt comfortable over you as she kissed you roughly, desperately, with her arms trapping you and one of her legs in the middle of yours. Then, the kiss turned sweeter as she moved to your chin and your cheeks. Finally, Natasha brushed her nose against yours and watched you intently as you opened your eyes.
âReady to go again, baby?â Natasha cooed and your cheeks blushed when she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear âIâm not done with youâ
You nodded because words would fail you. And Natasha hummed approvingly before going back to attack your neck and make a mess of you.
And while Natasha devoured you, the internet was going wild because you failed to notice you accidentally went live when trying to play the song. They didnât see, but they heard every delicious word and moan you both poured, and that was more than enough for them to imagine the rest.
Natasha would definitely kill you once she found out.Â
hiiii omg can i make a request? ive seen the shenanigans 𼺠god its so cute. i was wondering about how avenger nat x influencer fem reader when reader made natasha listens to lunch by billie eilish đŠ
ill be waiting patiently, thank u thank u so much!!!
I wanna say if we meant to make it cute- I failed but hopefully you will like it âĄ
Iâm seriously committing a hate crime against the heat, and supposedly itâs cold ? But my room feels like an oven. Someone come pick me up, I canât take it
I totally understand that writers have their own lives and that updates wonât be frequent. I like going on tumblr to talk to my fav writers so it doesnât need to be a fic update. But sometimes I feel like I go on here and none of my fav writers have posted in a while, not even a question or answering any asks đ
Also the for you page on tumblr is so broken, rarely is it anything I actually like/will read. I usually get traumatized going on the for you page instead of finding something I like
Oh sweetie, I know. Life has been crazy, really! I feel like kinda disconnected from it and maybe that's why I'm struggling with writing, idk
oh yes fyp has been changing so much and I'm living in tags and missing great work btw, it's driving me insane
I wanna say I was so confused with the Tumblr writer thing before reading the ask hahaha
17. what is your favorite line you've ever written
ânot a line per se, but I do have favorite chapters! From Lavender Marriage my favorite is Tulips & Violets and from The Roommate (so far) the personal favorite is Saints & Sinners
29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories
â I can say that both Lavender Marriage and The Roommate will have after hours, which means that from time to time they will get small installments. I just need to finish The Roommate, which it's supposedly 2 chapters left so.
88. if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally). who would it be?
â @bishovapls or @whisperofaflame or @sweetromanova I'm not even joking about this, in fact I'm never joking about me simping them, their work, maybe I'm just more open about me simping Court for some reason. Anyway, hands down them. I love their work, they all bring me so much comfort and I really really admire each one of them. I hope they adopt me, marry me, cage me, step on me, whatever works for them hahaha (I am in fact joking about that unless... đ)
If they see this:
HI I LOVE YOU BIG FAN, LET'S KISS AND BE FRIENDS???
omg camiiiiiii hahaha I swear it's wild the way four of you have found me out there being a real menace!
do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?
â oh god, not really, I am in fact stumbling through it. Drowning it's probably more accurate. I always have a scene I wanna reach, so I write my way towards the scene but it's never the ending. Lavender Marriage ending it's a mess and one day I will change it hahaha
5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son
â hahaha yes. The Roommate playlist
7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote
â oh damn, that was a long time ago. 13 years long ago (I'm 27). I cannot remember the first fanfic, I know it's somewhere around wattpad and it's in spanish and it was a mess, that I can tell you
8. what's your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?
â I don't fear it, actually. I think that anything that comes from a place of respect and care is welcomed! Sadly, a lot of people call constructive criticism the way they are simply mean. Do I seek it out? Not really but I'm also always reading the comments even if I don't reply. Said that, there was a time that I didn't know how to take it but now I listen, yes sometimes I struggle but now I also take what I can work with and the rest I throw it away because sometimes things don't make sense to me.
11. what's something neat you've learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?
â I cannot for the love of me remember something, like all I can think about now it's about that one time I researched about weed and the probability of people becoming addicts how it's sometimes influenced by genetics, but it decreases if you also have siblings so it's basically a russian roulette. Why did I learn this? R smokes once in a chapter of Lavender Marriage. The thing with me doing research is that I get distracted easily. It always starts out with me trying to make sure that the small thing I already knew is correct and that leads to twenty more things and by the time I realize it, I lost track of what I was writing in the first place and all the info that I gathered is super cool but I cannot fit it in a paragraph without boring you all out.
do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?
talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said âfuck your plan, hereâs what weâre actually doing.â
on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?
what is the plot bunny youâve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you havenât written it yet and experience deep existential dread?
have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son
do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?
tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote
whatâs your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?
in an ideal world where youâre already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?
at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?
whatâs something neat youâve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?
do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that?Â
talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.
whatâs your worst writing habit?Â
where do you share your writing?
where is your favorite place to write?
what is your favorite line youâve ever written?
what is your most and least favorite part of writing?
what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?
what is your favorite trope to write?
pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what youâd write about.
describe your writing process from scratch to finish.
how do you deal with writers block?
on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?
whatâs your revision or rewriting process like?
do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?
do you share rough drafts or do you wait until itâs all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?
handwritten notes or typed notes?
give us a spoiler for one of your stories.
most inspirational quote youâve ever read or heard thatâs still important to you.
tell us about one of your characters whoâs an absolute joy to write
do characters influence your writing style?
do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?
how do you name characters and places?
tell us about a character whoâs very different than you who you love a whole lot
do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.
when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?
how many stories do you work on at one time?
are you an avid reader?
best piece of feedback youâve ever gotten.
what is the weirdest story idea youâve ever had.
describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.
how did writing change you?
any writing advice you want to share?
name three of your favorite fanfic writers.
what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?
what story are you most proud of?
do you reread your own stories?
do you want to be published some day?
do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?
share the synopsis of a story you work on that you havenât published yet
how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?
when writing, do you have an outline? and do you stick to it?
whatâs a common writing tip that you almost always follow?
do you have any abandoned WIPâs? What made you abandon them?
five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?
what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?
what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?
where is the most dangerous place that youâve read fic?
where is the most dangerous place that youâve written fic?
what was the first commercial property (book/movie/tv show/etc) that you realized was actually professional fanfiction?
whatâs the weirdest reason youâve ever shipped something?
whatâs the best insult youâve read in a fic?
what is your favourite title for a fic youâve read?Â
what is your favourite title for a fic youâve written?Â
when have you felt the most confident in your writing?Â
when have you felt the least confident?
how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?
how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?
are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?
how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?
what do you do if a scene gets too serious?
how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?
are you a planner, pantser, or planster?
do you know how your story ends before you start writing?
what is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?Â
how do you write kissing scenes?
how do you choose where to end a chapter?
are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?
do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?
if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?
âproperâ punctuation or all lowercase?
less is more or more is more?
said: overused or underused?
what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?
which season best matches the mood of your wip(s)?
does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?
if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?
sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?
do you notice your own voice in your writing style?
how has your writing style changed over the years?
first, second, or third person?
do you hear other peopleâs writing styles when they talk?
do you prefer dialogue or description?
do you describe a characterâs appearance all right away or in pieces?
romantic/social sideplots: interesting or irritating?
abstract or detailed romance scenes?
what donât you like about your writing style?
was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby?Â
open question to the writer.
a compiled list of asks for me to reference. they are not my own. just some of my favorite questions iâve picked out from a couple different lists. feel free to reblog and use too!!
