Fanfiction Fandoms - Arcane, Brooklyn Nine Nine, Call of Duty, Criminal Minds, Date Everything, Harry Potter, Marvel, The Dragon Prince / King, The Hobbit / Lord of the Rings, Twilight and Shadowhunters.
Nicholas Lupin-Black is the adopted son of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, and, among his many hardships while being at Hogwarts, he has to learn how to keep his lycanthropy secret on the down low, while also falling in love with his best friend - George Weasley. Amongst all of his normal(ish) teenage problems, Nicholas has to learn how to live throughout a war, and finally meet his father, all while simply trying to get through his school years.
Cecelia Winslow, a twenty-five year old S.H.I.E.L.D agent, fights closely with the Avengers and with one small mistake, she ends up meeting the love of her life in a life or death situation. Though, with old memories coming back up due to a certain Maximoff twin, it gets difficult to save the world all the while managing her anxiety., alongside trying to deal with a Speedster's attractive looks and relentless flirtations.
Jasper Grayson is a new recruit for S.H.I.E.L.D., though, he has to admit the transition to a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent from a Hydra agent didn't feel all that different. Drills, training and routine were all similar, but now he had to regain trust, something that no one really brought him up on back in his old career. After event after event, Jasper finds himself in a losing battle about gaining trust, and that was before he became an Avenger. Jasper, now trying to rewrite his life, needs to find his place in the world, his purpose. Live not survive.
Sam had been rather busy the last few days, and you decided that you should have, at least, found someway to help out with it. Knowing that Redwing had been malfunctioning for the last few days and Sam had yet to have found the time to deal with him, you took matters into your own hands.
You thought nothing of it, taking Redwing and placing him on the table, tools laid out beside him. You took him apart in a matter of seconds, laying him out respectfully because Sam always referred to him as a living thing and it was starting to rub off on you.
It wouldn't have been the first time you would work on Redwing, you had done it numerous times before.
"What are you doing?" The sound Joaquin's voice being so tense made you turn around like something had actually happened.
"What?" You questioned.
"What are you doing?" He asked again, quickly closing the large gap between you. "Oh my God, Sam is actually going to kill you. I couldn't even get my hands near Redwing!"
Your face relaxed then. "Jeez, it's fine. It's just me."
"That doesn't change anything." Joaquin quickly said, trying to usher your hands away from hovering over Redwing's dismantled corpse. "That thing is like his kid, I swear, he's nicer to that thing than me."
"Torres." You tutted, batting his hands away. "I know what I'm doing. Good ol' Sam doesn't have the time to fix his beloved machine, so I'm doing it."
"He's gonna kill you, man." Joaquin said, covering his mouth with a hand. "Oh. No. I'm going, I can't... I'm not being dragged into this. This... this is on you. You've killed Redwing."
"Okay, man." You said with a small nod, going back to what you were doing, picking up a screwdriver to continue taking out some screws so you could reach the wires inside.
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. .
. . .
you heard footsteps quickly approaching where you were sitting, you turned around and found Joaquin rapidly approaching.
"My God," you groaned. "Yes, I know Sam will kill me, I'm almost done."
"No, he's coming back." He swiftly said. "Man, you better put Redwing back together or you're not gonna live to see tomorrow."
You rolled your eyes at him and turned back to look at Redwing. You knew Sam well enough that you would have been killed if you didn't take the proper time into handling Redwing, rush and Joaquin would be right.
"I told him!" Joaquin practically shouted after a few seconds, you glanced over your shoulder to see him pointing at you with Sam a few paces away him. "I told him that you didn't like people touching Redwing. I told him, he ignored me!"
You sighed and placed the tools down, leaning back in the chair as you turned to face Sam. "I was fixing him."
Sam glanced between the two of you, eyes narrowing at both of you. "What?"
You shrugged your shoulders. "He's been malfunctioning, but you didn't have the time to fix him, so I did."
Joaquin shook his head in disappointment. "Shameful."
You gave him a pointed look. "Oh, my bad for helping a friend when he doesn't have time."
"Yeah, that's fine." Sam said with a small shrug of the shoulders. "Just have him back to me by the end of the day so I can test him out tomorrow morning."
"No problem." You said simply, already screwing in securements so that the wires didn't move about and get caught together.
"What!?" Joaquin exclaimed.
Sam was about to turn around before Joaquin called out, but he paused in his actions. "What?"
"When I tried to help out with Redwing, you looked at me like a killed your family in front of you!" He swiftly responded.
"You would have if I let you touch Redwing." Sam deadpanned.
"I know how to fix Redwing too." You pointed out. "Worked on him when Stark was proposing the idea."
"I proposed the idea." Sam corrected.
"When Sam was proposing the idea." You said again. "I made the blueprints with Sam's imput, Stark made him."
Sam nodded along. "Yep."
Joaquin narrowed his eyes before they landed on you. "Why didn't you lead with that."
You shrugged your shoulders. "I didn't think about it, I dunno."
Joaquin practically pouted, but didn't say anything before he started to sulk away.
You gave a small, awkward smile before you looked back at Redwing. "I'm almost done."
"Thanks." Sam said, walking over to you, leaning his hip against the table you were working at. "Really. I really couldn't find the time to sort him out. You didn't have to do all this."
"Hey, it's no problem." You said with a small shrug of the shoulders. "I just wanted to do something for you, y'know? I can see you've been stressed out. figured I'd take something off your plate."
Sam let out a small, amused breath, shaking his head slowly as his arms crossed over his chest.
"If you need something else, I got all the time on my hands." You said with a small shrug of the shoulders. "Under your command, Captain."
He chuckled at that. "No, it's all good, don't worry."
"You good?" You asked after a few sceonds.
He nodded subtly, almost hesitantly. "Yeah. I'm alright, well, I'll be alright."
And this time you nodded. "Hey, I'll help test out Redwing tomorrow, it's been a while since I've been able to mess around with him."
"Don't mess with him." Sam said with a pointed finger. "You won't be able to touch Redwing if you mess him up."
"Uh-huh." You rolled your eyes at him. "You say that now."
Sometimes I get terrified seeing blogs that talk about authors using ai and Iβm trembling in my boots going βis it me? Is it me?β Even though I havenβt touched ai for anything like writing because at least when I was using it I never used it for a fic (apart from once but that fic is long gone)
I want everyone to know that I've been so freaked out recently, that I've already started writing Kinktober fics because I'm DETERMINED to do all 31 days this year. Even made my own list so I knew that there was going to be something that I could actually write AND/OR challenge myself with writing.
I find Rossi's character so interesting sometimes. Twice (in the seasons he appeared up to season 4) he has injected himself into a victim / victim's family's life. The case where the three kids watched their parents die, and the criminology student that was killed after investigating crimes that had no link together even though she believed it was a serial killer.
He's just interesting because, once he takes it personally, it's personal.
He might not seem like it, but he is honestly a very thoughtful person, and when something gets in his head, he decides to run with it. He feels guilty for something? He's out there trying to right that wrong (even if the victim / their family really don't want to see him again).
Everyone talks about how in S4 Ep13 "Bloodline" in Criminal Minds (where the family kills the parents and steals the little girl, and it's been a generational thing) and it was never brought up again even after the mother said not to tell the FBI about his brothers or smth. I think it was never brought up because, the next time the case would show up, would be in 20-30 years time. Of course it's not going to be brought up again because not enough time has passed.
Anyway, yeah, is it clear I've been rewatching Criminal Minds?
So if Bob ran away freshman year of high school and the Thunderbolts* takes place when heβs in his early 30s, that means heβs been homeless for around 20 years. Iβm sure heβs crashed at ppls houses, lived in homeless shelters, maybe rented a shitty apartment somewhere, etc. so it hasnβt been 20 years straight on the streets but still it wouldβve had a significant effect on him.
Give me Bob who can sleep anywhere but canβt sleep deeply because his body is ready to pick up and move at a momentβs notice.
Give me Bob who has a permanentοΏΌ scarcity mindset. He obsessively holds onto food, clothes, and other resources, even past their usefulness, because heβs not sure when heβll be able to get more.
Give me Bob with long term health complications from not being able to see a doctor for decades.
Give me Bob whose entire earthly possessions can fit into a backpack. He protects them with his life because heβs so used to people trying to take them away.
Give me Bob who is used to being invisible and ignored. Heβs so incredibly starved of social connection that heβll do anything for attention.
Give me Bob who is used to having his worst moments in public. No privacy, no being able to break down away from prying eyes, only being morally judged when heβs at his worst.
Sometimes later Spencer Reid makes me physically feel sick. No, I havenβt gotten to that part, and yes I barely know what happens but holy shit he never catches a fucking break
"Okay, if I cook dinner tonight will you do the dishes?" You asked as you started getting the saucepans out so that you could start making said dinner.
"Why don't we just share it?" Sam asked, leaning against the doorframe; he learnt long ago not to bother you in the kitchen when you were making something you knew off by heart, his presence usually threw you off and he would be asked to 'piss off'. "Y'know, like we usually do."
You looked up at him from where you were crouched down to level the cupboards. "Yeah, but I don't want to clean up."
Sam snorted at that, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you. "What if I don't want to either?"
"Well, I'm cooking." You shrugged your shoulders simply. "That should be a free card to escape cleaning up, right?"
"Okay, no, not really?" Sam countered. "You made the mess, why should I clean it?"
"You ate the food, you made your dishes messy." You said with a wiggle of the finger.
"So, I should do my plate." He said, he was teasing you, you knew it, you saw the way his smirk appeared on his face.
"Shut up." You grumbled under your breath." I think it's only fair. I make the dinner, you clean up. Then, you cook, I clean. Right?"
"You want to do the dishes." Sam laughed out. "I'm pretty sure we have this conversation twice a week."
You paused, staring at him for a few seconds. "Nah, I'm making the food today you have to do as I say."
2. Rock Paper Scissors dealbreaker:
βSam, could you take out the bins?β You asked when you saw him coming out from the kitchen.
βWhy me?β He questioned.
Your face contorted into confusion, and you turned your face to look at him slowly. βI did it last week.β
βNo, I did last week, itβs your go this week.β He countered.
βHah!β You laughed out, standing from where you sat in the living room. You crossed your arms over your chest. βI think youβll find that youβre bullshitting, Sam.β
βUh, no, Iβm.β
βUh, yes, you are.β
"You know we can keep going back and fourth and that I'd win." Sam deadpanned.
You narrowed your eyes over at him for a few seconds, lips almost in a pout. Then, without even thinking, you held out a fisted hand.
"What- what is this? What are you doing?"
"Rock, paper, scissors who takes the bins out." You challenged.
Sam snorted and rolled his eyes at you, but he still held out his hand. "On three."
The two of you bounced your hands three times before you picked your poison. You, rock and Sam, paper.
You groaned out. "Motherfucker."
"Go on." He chuckled, patting your shoulder. "Maybe next time."
"Next time, I'm tackling you instead." You grumbled under your breath as your made your way to the kitchen. "And I'm sure I did it last week!"
"Uh-huh."
3. Cooking Together:
The music played softly in the background, it was a playlist you made full of yours' and Samβs favourite songs βgenre and aesthetic matching as best they could, of course.
You were on one part of the recipe, while Sam was on the other. It was easier when the two of you were cooking together, taking tasks in your own hands and making sure that everything was ready in time for your usual time to eat.
You heard the way Sam was humming along to the music that was playing, a song that you could barely remember the name of; it was probably something that Sam added onto the playlist. You grinned at the sound, and when you noticed the light head bopping when you turned to look at him.
He caught the sound of your stifled laughter and turned around. "What?"
"What?" You questioned.
"What's so funny?" He asked, eyes narrowed in confusion at you.
You rolled your eyes and focused on the task at hand. "Oh, nothing. Just you."
He looked down at he was doing, then back up at you. "Did I mess up?"
"No." You laughed, shaking your head. "Of course not, you're just funny."
"I didn't do anything!"
"You were singing."
"I was humming."
"Oh, same difference."
There was a few seconds of silence.
"Acting like you don't have a whole performance when it's a song you like..." He grumbled under his breath.
"Oh!" You said loudly, waving a wooden spoon at him. "Acting like you don't have have a whole ass performance too."
4. Becoming an Avenger:
"What do you mean?" You swiftly asked, arms crossed over your chest; you didn't mean for it to come off so defensive, and intimidating, you knew how it looked, especially with your tone.
"Baby, listen, I know that I said I was done..." He tried.
"Yeah, you did." You huffed out, rubbing your face slowly. "What the fuck is this, huh? I- I thought you didn't have a reason to do this anymore."
Maybe that was a low blow, 'you didn't have a reason'.
"<<Reader>>." Sam said your name lowly, not like he was pissed off or anything, you knew him long enough to know that he was damn well at keeping a level head. "Please, can I explain.
You exhaled slowly, rubbing your arms after you crossed them over your chest again. "Right, yeah. Sorry."
You sometimes forgot that Sam was the type of person to actually let you speak and would listen as you did, you never had to speak your mind as soon as you could because you wouldn't get the chance to speak. Sam was never the type to make you keep your voice down, after all.
He didn't speak right away, he only nodded slowly and took a breath. "I really want to do this, and I know βI knowβ it can be bad, trust me, but I feel like this is something I should do. This is a big thing, and I could help a lot of people doing this, maybe even more so than before."
You bit the inside of your mouth at his words, you never wanted to argue with his wants and dreams, not when it came to personal stuff like he career, that was his thing and it wasn't yours; why would you get a say if it wasn't your career.
"Sam, this is dangerous." You countered, your hands feeling tingly as they stayed still on your arms, you felt like you needed to pace around. "You could get really hurt doing this. You just said it's a big thing, that's gonna mean big injuries if you ever get into trouble."
"I know." He said softly. "But I know what I'm doing, and so do they. If anything bad did end up happening, you and I both know that I would have the backup to make sure that I get home."
You blinked away tears, exhaling shakily. "I hate seeing you get injured."
You didn't intend for it to come out for a reason for him to turn down the offer to be an Avenger, it was just the thing that came to mind.
"I know." He muttered, closing the gap between the two of you and he took your hands in his. "If this is something you really hate, I can turn it down."
"No, no!" You shook your head, rubbing your face with your hand. "The last thing I want is for my opinion to dictate your life. That's not right."
He was silent for a few seconds, his eyes bearing into yours with a gentleness that you were sure that you didn't deserve; not when there was a part of you that really didn't want him to do this.
"It's a big change." You muttered under your breath. "And it's a big job. You could get in trouble. You could hurt. You could die. And- and I know I knew what I was getting into you when you and I started dating when you were in the Air Force, but you got out of that. I didn't have to worry about you like that after."
His hands moved up to cup your face, thumbs rubbing your cheek with feather-light touches.
"I don't want to lose you if something happens and you can't get out of it safe."
"I'm going to make sure I get back home to you." He whispered softly. "Every time I have to go, I'll came back to you. I always did before."
You groaned quietly, shaking your head. "I hate you and you're stupid promises."
There was a small smile of his face. "No, you don't."
No, you didn't.
You rolled your eyes, even if they were watering. "Fine, yeah, go be a big hero and whatnot, you ass."
"Always the kind words." He teased.
"It's either that or I start crying about what could happen."
Generally Criminal Minds episodes are based around the victims, and crimes but every once in a while there is an episode which resonates more with the team, and its members.
"True Genius" was one such episode for Spencer Reid, for more than one reasons. First, we get a peek into his internal struggles as he tries to come to terms with his life, and the choices he has made. Second, we get a glimpse of his genius, just how intelligent he truly is, as he unravels another two geniuses' masterplan... This episode was a beautiful dedication to his intelligence.
And the last scene was the cherry on the top of a rich decadent fudgy cake.
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