Frankie

Characters I will write for:

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss (only fem reader or x jj)

Jennifer Jareau (mainly fem reader or x prentiss)

Penelope Garcia

Johanna Mason (most likely only fem reader)

Marauders Era Remus Lupin

Marauders Era Sirius Black

Characters I might write for:

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Finnick Odair

Greg House

James Wilson

Marauders Era James Potter

What I will write:

x reader for any characters listed above

JJ x Prentiss

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

platonic & romantic relationships

disabled readers

sick fics

fem readers

gn readers

masc readers

trans readers

basically any type of reader if requested

violence

mental illness comfort/topics

headcanons, blurbs, long fics, & series

What I will NOT write:

smut of any kind (I'll do fade to black or implied but nothing actually written out)

any sort of DDDNE/overtly taboo topics

pregnancy fics (I might do parenthood/domestic family stuff, but I am so terrified of pregnancy I refuse to do the research required to write a fic involving it)

Aaron Hotchner (as a side character of course I will, and maybe if there is a good enough prompt, but generally I'm not interested in writing him)

I may also accept requests for art, both joke art (like the CODfish) and actual drawings.

I keep ending up in this weird, self blaming loop for some shit that happened to me online from the ages of like 11 - 14 where I would "flirt" with older guys (I think the youngest was 22? The oldest was 38, I remember that vividly) or just generally do things that at the time I liked to think of as being in a relationship when it so obviously wasn't. I only put together how fucked all this was recently, like 2-3 months ago, since I've always just assumed, well, I sought it out and wanted the attention so obviously I wasn't being groomed. And anyways, recently I've been seeing posts talking about how if you claimed to be an age you weren't and got groomed because of it then you actually did not get groomed and I keep thinking, oh shit, I lied about my age, obviously I didn't get groomed then, but then I remember: A) I literally never lied about being anything older than 16 and B) an 11 year old will not pass as any age that a grown fucking adult should have been attracted to. But I still can't shake that this was all my fault and that I'm stupid for only now putting together that it was wrong, and I hate only now being able to see how it effects me. Like, even beyond the online stuff, I would try to get guys to catcall me by dressing super revealing and I would let older guys and men grope me in passing or whatever, very regularly, because I just thought that was normal, all while I was in middle school, and now I have moments where friends will be super rattled at the idea of being catcalled or touched and I just can't even react normally because my brain lags and I just can't think of a world in which that isn't just a part of life? Then I became so touch averse that I would flinch if someone even came near touching me. To this day, I can only hug two of my friends, one who I've known since I was 4 and is basically family, and another who is just really physically affectionate and got me accustomed to their touch the way you do with a skittish animal. That might be more connected to the fact people at my fuckass catholic middle school would try to follow me into bathrooms or just generally be super touchy based on the idea they could turn me (the only out/open queer student at the time) straight. And I had good parents, I had a good upbringing, I had no reason to be doing the shit I was doing and I still did, and I can't help but hate myself for it, because what the actual fuck???? And I still feel like I don't have the right to call it trauma or even think I might have any issues related to it because I just feel so much guilt for all this shit.