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Okay, so let’s just discuss it for a second: it would be EVERYTHING if there was a crossover between Criminal Minds and Bones and (I’m not aiming for or here, I’m saying both) between Criminal Minds and Hawaii 5-0.
Okay, so first scenario: CM + Bones
Booth and Hotch would be buddies from the Academy. I can see Aaron’s smile when he sees his old friend Seeley in that way he always smiles when he sees someone he likes (remember when Strauss reintroduced him to Dave? That smile);
Derek wouldn’t have met Booth, but they’re just inconsequential, so they’d hit it off immediately;
Booth would inevitably flirt with Emily (if he’s not with Bones yet), because that’s just Booth;
Bones wouldn’t believe in profiling because she believes in facts and profiling is ~ cough ~ guess work. So whenever someone said “he’s not guilty”, she’d look skeptically at this person and ask “based on what?” Then proceed to explain in length why this person could be the killer (she’d be wrong);
Bones and Spencer? God, she’d loathe him. We know Bones hates everyone who’s smart/smarter than her, so she’d 1000% bicker trying to prove herself smarter than Spencer all the time, and he wouldn’t even notice;
Booth would make jokes about Spencer and Bones being similar;
Angela would flirt with Hotch and Derek because that’s Angela. And (if she’s not with Hodgings), she’d end up going out with him on a casual thing;
In the end, Bones would still not believe in profiling, but would’ve inevitably warmed up to the team. The killer would be the obvious choice (as usually happens in Bones) and they’d all go to Sid’s restaurant.
Oh, and Sweets would 100% try to be Spencer’s friend. I just feel it. Lime in the coconut and all.
Second scenario: CM + Hawaii 5-0
Now this would be unhinged.
Hotch and Steve would bicker ALL THE TIME because McGarrett is crazy!!! And unorthodox!!! And Hotch just can’t stand it.
Danny would inevitably side with Hotch because “sometimes I’d like not to be almost killed at work!!!” (Screaming), but he’d secretly hate it.
Steve and Derek? Not a pair. Not a match. Testosterone EVERYWHERE. A lot of men crying.
Kono + JJ + Emily? GIRL POWER! Kono would make a comment about having more girls around and they’d probably go uncover at a mission (FBI doesn’t work like that, but 5-0 does, so it works) and they’d together roll their eyes at Steve and Derek’s bantering.
Chin. Precious Chin. I don’t even know what to say because he’d just be… precious. Welcoming, willing to listen. He’d be the peacemaker on the group and certainly would get along with Garcia because he’s just precious (I’ll repeat it more times if I have to).
Hotch would CERTAINLY pull the card “if you want our help, you’ll have to let us work” at Steve when he does something very Steve-y, and Steve will answer with “we didn’t ask for your help!” And a whole fight would unravel from that.
Danny would flirt with JJ and Emily, because someone has to. And they’d 🙄 him, because they can’t stand this kind of bullshit (but maybe Emily would end up flirting back? Not sure).
Spencer would feel so out of place, because there’s not a genius at this group, and everyone’s bickering and he just wants to solve the case.
BUT if Jerry was already on the team, Spencer would constantly state that conspiracy theories are just that, and they’d bicker about it.
I feel like writing now, so… please, humor me
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#criminal minds#hotch#hotch x reader#hotch x you#aaron hotchner fanfic#fanfic#aaron hotchner fanfiction#bones#bones fanfic#criminal minds + bones crossover#hawaii 5 0#Hawaii 5 0 fanfiction#criminal minds + h5-0 crossover#if my life was perfect
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things (mainly fics) I either started brainstorming or actually started but never finished as I moved from one fixation to the other these past few months
SPN
Foster Witch!AU
Season 5 AU w/ a complete rewrite of the rest of the series
MCU
Horns and Webs and Miracles!AU (actually ongoing and being posted)
Bones
High School!AU (posted a oneshot that was originally part of a bigger fic)
Psych
Real Fake Psychic!AU
NCIS
High School/College!AU
Sonic
Human!AU (yes it’s a hs au too)
Crossovers
Teen Wolf/Criminal Minds (actually ongoing and being posted)
SPN/Criminal Minds
SPN/NCIS
maybe I’ll actually finish eventually but I thought it’d be nice to list them all
#lot of my aus are hs or similar bc comfort#my writing#spn#teen wolf#supernatural#criminal minds#ncis#bones#psych#marvel mcu#fanfiction#crossover fanfiction#spn fanfiction#mcu fanfiction#bones fanfiction#psych fanfiction#ncis fanfiction#criminal minds fanfiction#teen wolf fanfiction#cas will shut up now#my ramblings#foster witch au#real fake psychic au#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fanfiction
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Watching Criminal Minds is dangerous. Like, I decided to watch one episode of Criminal Minds season 2 and because that one was to hard hitting I decided to watch another. Just one more I told myself and then it was another emotionally draining one but instead of time for recovery it jumped right into episode 12 which is another very heavy episode. I only have one more before I get to the episodes where Reid is taken and tortured by what’s his name and I’m not sure there will be a restful period for several episodes because yay addiction. And so long story short, well more like long story story, I think I’m going to end up staying up all night watching Criminal Minds. An amazing use of my time when I should really be sleeping because not only am I fighting a very persistent and annoying cold, I am also exhausted and sore all over from laying sod for the past two days straight. And I pretty much go directly from that to a week of craziness and then I start my new job that I know will be horrible for my mental health and am hoping I just get a few anxiety attacks and no new
#And I pretty much go directly from that to a week of craziness#and then I start my new job which I already know is going to be horrible for my mental health#but I haven’t been able to get one that is slightly less horrible which is supremely frustrating#and I’m really hoping that all that happens is a few anxiety attacks and no new suicidal ideation#because i have come to the conclusion that working a new job at the same time as you are even slightly suicidal is hell#and can lead to attempts to break your own bones#fortunately I’m a weak bitch who’s scared of unfamiliar pain#and the last time I broke a bone it was minimzed and I was berated for screaming because wolf the pain#Nevermind that I was literally 9#also looking into my past I have actually had way worse off a childhood than I thought#and I’m beginning to suspect that it wasn’t all entirely my fault for how miserable I was as a kid#anyways yeah sorry for oversharing#but yeah I have cried over only on of the criminal minds episodes I’ve watched today#which is impressive usually I cry more#but then again I was prepared and also the episode where reid met that kid who would most likely turn into a serial killer#made me really nostalgic for prodigal son#speaking of#it would be awesome if reid and malcolm met#or just a criminal minds prodigal son crossover#that would be great
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Okay, but Stiles finally spoiling you with a date night after weeks of working himself to the bone on his current FBI case 😭❤️👏🏻 Maybe he gets a call in the middle of the date with someone trying to interrupt (unintentionally), but tonight is all about you?
no because this is so cute!! probably going to make a pt 2 :) also, Dylan O’Brien as Thomas?? omfg
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - FBI Agent! Stiles Stilinski x Fem! Fiancée! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff
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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - It’s been a long fucking week, and Stiles has finally caught a break to spend time with you… until he gets a call right in the middle about the case he’s working on, but tonight is about you and nothing is going to change that.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - totally made you a spoiled princess in this, Stiles loves you too much to say no || FBI office based off of the BAU from Criminal Minds and like a little crossover || cursing I think? ||
“How’s the case coming along, Stilinski?” Agent Morrison asks, a sigh coming from Stiles’ mouth as he stares down at the stack of files on his desk.
He grins up at the man. “Absolutely delightful, Agent Morrison.”
“Oh yeah?” He laughs, looking down at his watch. “Gonna tell the missus you’re going to be home late?”
Stiles looks at the wedding band he didn’t stop playing with, sighing. “No, I’m going to go home early, actually. It’s date night.”
Agent Morrison laughs. “Date night! Date nights are good, don’t stop having those,” he looks down at his ring, sighing. “Makes the spark dim.”
Stiles sits there awkwardly for a minute. “Not too late to start them up again?”
Agent Morrison nods slightly. “You’re right. Well, your new partner is supposed to be coming in any minute, he was supposed to be here-”
“I’m here! I’m here!” A voice yells, quickly running in as they panted. “I’m here, I missed the bus.”
Stiles stares for a minute, jaw slack. “Dude, are you okay?”
“Yes! Yes I’m fine!” He walked forward. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I work with the BAU at Quantico, I’m here for Mieczyslaw-”
“Stiles,” the said man stands quickly, shaking his head. “Everyone calls me Stiles.”
Reid paused. “Stiles… Stiles Stilinski?”
“That’s what I said,” Agent Morrison stands, sighing. “Well, you both have fun. If you need anything, don’t call me.”
“We will call you as soon as we have a problem, Morrison!” Stiles yells as Morrison goes up the stairs.
“Don’t do that!”
“I’m positive I will, Morrison!”
“You do that, I’ll kill you!”
“Calling you right now sir!” Stiles smiles when he hears the door slam shut, another man stepping into the office. “That your bodyguard?”
Reid looks back and he shakes his head. “Oh no, that’s Morgan! Derek Morgan.”
Stiles hums, waiting for the other man to come to his substitute desk while he waits for everyone to clean his office.
The taller man walks over, a bright smile on his face. “You must be M-”
“Stiles!” Morrison yells out, opening his door. “Your offices are clean and Y/N is here!”
His brows furrow, it wasn’t that late was it? He opened the drawer with his phone, it was only 2:30 and he wasn’t supposed to get off until at least 5:00. “Uhm, I’m sorry, give me one second.”
When his phone rings again, he quickly answers it. “Hey honey-”
“I brought you lunch.”
He looks up, smiling when he sees you holding up a bag of food making him hang up, quickly excusing himself from his new partners. He jogs over to you, smiles wide as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your head. “Hey.”
You giggled, handing him the bag. “Hey. Made some of your favorite, just thought I’d bring it by.”
He nods, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in for a soft kiss. “You’re fucking amazing, honey.”
“I know,” you laughed as you pressed another kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you later?”
He basically pouts. “You can’t stay a bit longer?”
You shake your head, softly brushing your hand against his cheek. “Last time I stayed we fucked in your office.”
He grins mischievously. “Well my office is almost clean-”
“Behave, Stiles!” Two voices say, both yours and Morrison’s whose door was now open.
“Yeah, okay!” He yelled back, looking down at you. “He won’t know.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I still have to get back home and finish making our food for tonight.”
He really does pout this time. “You’re no fun.”
You hum. “I’ll remember that, Stilinski.” He groans dramatically before you press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you. See you later.”
He nods, smiling. “I love you too.”
It doesn’t take long for Stiles to get off, giving his number to his new partners before making his way home where you already made dinner, and for fucks sake it was delicious.
You both settled on the couch, a movie you both really weren’t paying attention to as you sat on Stiles’ lap, his hands on your hips as you leaned back into him.
He laughs as he holds your chin, pulling you back just enough for a soft kiss. “You know, I was thinking-”
“Oh well that doesn’t sound good,” you teased, making him roll his eyes playfully. “What about?”
He shrugs, leaning into the crook of your neck. “Just… you know, I get my bonus soon.”
“Right,” you say, looking back just enough to look at his eyes. “What’s up?”
“We should take a trip, or something,” he says, shrugging. “I have some paid time off, you work for yourself… what do you think?”
You smiled widely, nodding. “I think that sounds fucking amazing.”
He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips again. “Perfect. And how’s our wedding coming along?”
Stiles left you in charge of pretty much everything, all he was doing was paying for it.
“Oh, good! I’m going dress shopping soon,” you say with a wide smile. “I’m super excited. Have a feeling this one will be great.”
You both had been engaged for a while, but you both wanted everything to be perfect before actually tying the knot, and Stiles wasn’t going to let you walk down the aisle in a dress you didn’t love.
He smiled, his hands sneaking around your waist as he kissed the back of your neck. “I know it will be, love. You liked that dress we saw in Mexico, right? You want to go dress shopping there?”
You gasp, quickly turning around in his lap. “You’d do that?”
He laughs. “Well, of course I will. But we need to bring an extra suitcase to make sure it fits.”
You pull him in for a firm kiss, humming. “You’re fucking amazing.”
He smiles before his phone starts to ring, pulling you closer before you finally pull away. “What if it’s important?”
He shook his head, pulling you back down. “Nothings more important than you.”
He pulled you back down for another kiss, your hands pushing into the back of his shirt before his phone continued to ring. You pulled away, sighing as you grabbed his phone and handed it to him. “Don't worry, I’ll be okay for the five minutes it takes you to talk to them.”
He rolled his eyes playfully. “What if I’m not?”
You answer the phone, making him straighten. “This is Stilinski.”
“Hi Agent Stilinski, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, we met today, I’m your new partner along with Derek Morgan, but he isn’t here right now…” Reid continues to mutter, making Stiles raise a brow.
“Dr. Reid, is there a… point to this call?”
“Oh, yes! Sorry, I was wondering if you were busy right now? I found something big.”
He looks at you, your slightly sad smile as you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “We can finish the movie later.”
“Y/N, honey-” he sighs as you go into the kitchen, rubbing the center of his forehead. “I’m sorry, Dr. Reid, do you mind if we talk about it tomorrow? I’m with my fiancée right now.”
Reid exclaims. “Oh, right! Sorry, talk to you tomorrow bye!” Reid hangs up quickly, Stiles smiling as he goes into the kitchen.
He comes behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and kissing against your temple. “Moved plans to tomorrow. We got all night, honey.”
You giggled, turning around. “I already looked at tickets to Mexico. What week are we thinking?”
“Any week you want, darling. This week is all about you.”
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Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist
This blog archives all of @specialagentlokitty 's works into masterlists so they are easy to find. Please read through the Navigation section to help you find the fics you're looking for!
Updated through: end of 8/23
Navigation:
Under the cut, you'll find the list of fandoms that Lokitty writes for (or previously wrote for). The link will take you to a second masterlist of character x reader ships. This is where it can get tricky:
reader lists are lists which have character x reader works
specific!reader lists are lists which have character x reader works where the reader's relation to the character is more specified (ex. daughter!reader, student!reader, etc.)
all readers lists are lists which have character x reader and character x specific!reader works.
NOTE: Characters that have all readers lists will NOT have reader and specific!reader lists. all readers lists contain all the works for that character and are sorted by relation. What list a character has is entirely dependent on the number and type of works Lokitty has written.
From there, you can pick the character-reader relation, open the list link, and find all the fics you're looking for! If you're confused, play around with the links. You'll find what you're looking for.
If you're looking for crossover fics, pick one of the fandoms in the crossover. At the end of that list there is a Crossover Works link. You should be able to find the fic there.
other important notes:
some lists are short and list all the characters and their works without having extra links. These are easy to navigate.
reader traits such as male!reader and autistic!reader are listed next to the fic title and DO NOT have seprate lists.
all fics are (generally) listed from oldest to newest.
I tried my best to sort out all the crossover works, but this was already a huge project and some probably slipped through the cracks. I sorted everything to the best of my abilities, but it would have been impossible to read through every single work (and I'm unfamiliar with most of these fandoms). If you find a fic that isn't where it belongs or is missing lables/ wrong labels, please message me to let me know.
Lists are always under light construction. As Lokitty writes, sometimes things must be reorganized. Any major changes to navigation will always be noted above!
Fandom List- Sorted
Movies
Avengers/Marvel
Harry Potter
The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings
Twilight
Kingsman: The Secret Service
DC Batman
Avatar (film series)
TV Shows
Crime Drama:
Castle
Criminal Minds
The Mentalist
NCIS
NOLA
Sherlock
Fox 911
Bones
Comedy Dramas:
Ackley Bridge
Brooklyn 99
Friends
The Big Bang Theory
Downton Abbey
Sci-Fi/Fantasy:
Doctor Who
Lucifer
Merlin
Supernatural
Teen Wolf
The Vampire Diaries
Wednesday
The Witcher
The Umbrella Academy
Fate: The Winx Saga
Medical Drama:
The Good Doctor
Grey's Anatomy
House M.D.
Chicago Med
Anime:
Attack on Titan
Avatar (ATLA and LOK)
Blue Exorcist
My Hero Academia
Naruto
Tokyo Ghoul
Castlevania
Durarara!!
Kuroku's Basketball
Haikyuu
Others
MeChat
Percy Jackson
Skyrim
Buzzfeed Unsolved
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hii loves, so it's been a while since I've been able to write or chat due to very many reasons but as I'm now officially an unemployed girlie due to the same reasons and exams are just about almost over, I am going to have some time on my hands and I'd love to get back into writing and especially interacting with you guys again kfjgrt
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open until further notice BUT most asks will only be answered from 30 October
only sfw asks and only one item per ask please
fandoms- teen wolf, marvel, harry potter, the originals, the vampire diaries, twilight, outerbanks, bridgerton, the witcher, stranger things, the walking dead, criminal minds, the 100, the mandalorian, shadow and bone, bones
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YOU'VE DISAPPEARED- send me a character, a scenario, and a prompt that you've read on my blog before to write a dialogue for (for example: advisor!remus and princess!reader universe, sneaking off to dance with remus in the staff quarters during a ball- basically a new part or snippet from one of my fics/blurbs)
IT'S BAD AGAIN- send me a character and a gif to write a dialogue for
I'M LOST- send me a character, an au and a scenario to write a dialogue for (for example: spencer reid having to question his old crush, rockstar!reader)
TIME PASSES- send me a character, a mythical creature and a scenario to write a dialogue for (for example: vampire!steve being sweet to you on your period)
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#dear alice dialogue event#monique’s dialogue days#monique’s writing events#harry potter#twilight#criminal minds#the vampire diaries#teen wolf#bridgerton#the witcher#the originals#the walking dead#outerbanks#the 100#the mandalorian#shadow bones#bones
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AO3 Tag Game!
Tagged by @mvshortcut :) I'm gonna stick with just this fandom/this account for this one to make it less confusing
How many works do you have on AO3?
44. (Including snippet collections.) For this fandom/account. Far more if you count bi-demon-ium or my old account or my older account or
What’s your total AO3 word count?
Okay this one it won't let me separate by pseud or fandom so you're just gonna have to live with being lumped in with all my MBS and a few other misc fics at "653,461". Didn't get the other accounts though. Man, I'm a mess
How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?
Okay, well, this one by nature is also not solely for this fandom,
(number in parentheses is number of ao3 works posted)
Ted Lasso (obviously) (44) (including snippet collections)
The Mysterious Benedict Society (116) (also including snippet collections)
Instinct (2) (one is a small snippet collection--)
House MD (1)
Death by Dying (1)
Gravity Falls, technically, but it was one crossover (1)
ditto with The Legend of Zelda (1)
King Falls AM (1)
The House in the Cerulean Sea (6)
Shadowhunters (??? at least 36) (some now hidden/lost)
Professor Layton (1)
The Librarians (2)
The Sandman (1)
The Mentalist (2)
Star Trek (AOS) (1)
Sanders Sides (at least 1)
Miraculous Ladybug (1)
Rosewell: New Mexico (2)
The Dresden Files (1)
That's stuff posted to ao3/finished. There's also, technically,
for stuff I published when I was twelve and I now refuse to acknowledge (not all bc of the fandom but bc the fic was Bad):
Doctor Who
Supernatural
Sherlock
Psych
Castle
Welcome to Night Vale
Avengers
A Series of Unfortunate Events
And then stuff I've written for but never finished:
Warehouse 13
Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016)
Dirk Gently (2010)
SurrealEstate
Zoo (podcast)
Once Upon a Time
Scooby Doo
Person of Interest
The Goes Wrong Show
Spy Kids (???)
Ace Attorney
The Adventure Zone
Criminal Minds
Star Trek (TOS, TNG, and DS9)
Haven
MacGyver
Trollhunters
exactly one (1) joke The Magnus Archives fic
Percy Jackson and the Olympians + The Kane Chronicles + Tales of Apollo
Leverage
Pushing Daisies
The Sarah Jane Adventures
Megamind
Bones
Avatar: the Last Airbender
Lucifer
Some of these are deeply questionable and/or only have like two (2) wips or even posted works at most, but I'm thorough. Also, I will write about almost anything bc my brain loves to process things like this. I may have even missed something
Top five fics by kudos:
Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth (1125)
semaphore (977)
off the handle (719)
linger (699) (nice)
a preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two (641)
Do you respond to comments?
I really try to, but then I get all in my head about it and/or am really really tired and put it off so long it then feels like it would be weird to respond because it's been forever. However, if there's a direct question or something I want to address/respond to, as in, I have something particularly unique to say or a question to answer, then I'll usually respond really fast
What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?
Honestly, I'm not a huge unhappy ending person, a lot of the time I'll have a first chapter I was initially going to end really angsty (see ink sunset and make a mess of you) and then added more to fix it at least somewhat. As is... maybe the somewhat unresolved emotional tension (for Ted and Trent, at least, Roy's doing great) in something to get off my chest, the +1 for betrayal's sting / absolution's balm? I have some worse ones in an old fandom on an old account but. meh.
Do you write crossovers?
Not often, but I rotate them in my brain. Honestly, though, I'm more inclined to write a fusion than a crossover proper. And even so, I tend to just be thinking about it rather than actually writing it. I've only written one crossover in recent memory (recently, that is) and it was mostly a joke about a shared actress made into actual angst.
Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?
Yeah lmao
Do you write smut?
😏 sure do
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
👁️👁️ not in this fandom
Have you ever had a fic translated?
yes!! also not in this fandom
What’s your all-time favorite ship?
In this fandom? Trent/Ted. overall? no idea, because recency bias, my all-time favorite is whatever I'm into right now, which isn't really objective but hyperfixationitis.
What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?
:( so many. AND there are a lot of posted fics I want to write a sequel/companion piece for and idk if I'll ever get the energy...
I guess off the top of my head, for this fandom, I'd go with lost sight of (who you are) (motivation died because it's old enough no one knows it exists anymore lkfgjh) and ink sunset (I WANNA FINISH IT I DO I DO I DO)
What are your writing strengths?
I think I can write a really funny string of dialogue, and I'm also fond of fun metaphors, both in the elegant poetic way and in the more Douglas Adams/Terry Pratchett way (which is to say, still potentially elegant but also comedic as hell)
What are your writing weaknesses?
Motivating myself to write anything; being overly self-indulgent
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?
I'm extremely bad at linguistics in general, so if I must include someone talking in another language in my fic, I think I'd tend to cheat and do italics or some other indication that this is 'in another language' (ie "Where are you going?" she asked in Russian), but that's admittedly a lazy approach. But I also think it's probably better than butchering it with an auto-translator? Also, when people just include the translation in the end notes, even with a link (although that makes it marginally better) it breaks the flow of the story and makes it hard to read. Making an effort to at least match grammar is good (which I would do if it was for longer than a single scene, probably) but I think the best solution is when people know what they're doing and like, have an actual translation with a little html code so you can click on it and it reveals what it means? Or if you're clever, revealing what it means using context around it, but that has its own limitations. So that both like, uses the actual language and doesn't break up the flow. It balances accessibility, flow, and respect for the other language in question well. But you've got to both know what you're doing with the language (either asking someone/hiring someone/knowing the language yourself) and the html (although there are guides for that you'd have to spend time figuring it out + know it exists in the first place to look). And this is fanfiction, something we ultimately do for free in our spare time, so the lazy approach, I think, can be understandable. Maybe not in every context, but it's not worth stressing a lot over in a few random lines or anything, you know? It is really cool when people do know a language well enough to include it properly in a fic, though, it can say a lot about a character or dynamic; and their background(s) and like. it's neat :)
What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?
Ever? Doctor Who. In a shitty little notebook in middle school. Then there was some Star Trek (both TNG and TOS) and Avatar: the Last Airbender and Marvel and such, and then Supernatural (my first smut? extremely terrible Destiel smut. rip) and I think the first thing I ever posted was Welcome to Night Vale? Not sure.
What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?
Oh, man. I have no idea. Here's a few favorites from this fandom:
matters of the heart
trick & treat
vita nova
melt like this
"second impressions"
"reveal"
probably those time travel snippets, just in general
tagging:
PLEASE, if you want to do this, I'm begging you, tag me in it and do it. i'm too tired to come up with names im so sorry
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went ransacking through my ao3 bookmarks bcs i live vicariously through these when the going gets tough. some of these might have already been recc'ed alrd but im too lazy to check 🫠
The Menagerie by zegez
Tsuna collects everyone as pets, literally, most if not all of them are animals. it's glorious and very cute
Bad Influence by Emric84
Toji and Tsuna meet, what follows is a catastrophe for everyone else. Toji27 is the most left field ship i had ever encountered but by god was it good while it lasted. ABANDONED but had enough content to it BUT STILL GOD IM SO SAD THIS WAS SO GOOD????
body aches by HeavenlyDusk
In which KHR was originally a very different story.
This one is a little heart breaking but also really hopeful bcs tsuna is learning to be more comfortable w/ being Tsuna™ the protagonist while still maintaining some semblance of himself from a past life. its still ongoing but i have it as one of my comfort fics <3
Overcast universe by Ocearna
a khr rewrite where 1827 meet and bond as kids and tsuna getting that cloud influence. cloudysky!tsuna my beloved.
Beginnings and Middles But No Ends In Sight by Ourliazo
Arcobaleno shenanigans before the curse.
in the hearts of men (there be madness) by Silverfox579
YKNOW WHAT'S SOMETHING THAT'S ALWAYS FASCINATED ME IN CANON AFTER I GOT OVER THE ANIME ENOUGH TO NOTICE IT??? THE HYPER DYING WILL MODE PERSONALITY like after the kyaa badass tsuna lets gooo, you start wondering what the fuck is going on there actually bcs basil is not like this,, what goes on here 👀👀
or!! dark!tsuna au-ish in reborn's pov
Bargaining chip by Mina37
like the one before but in xanxus' pov this time
My Sweet Affinity by Chaotic_Roses
criminal minds au featuring tired w/ a mysterious bg leader tsuna, freshly released from prison hitman reborn, intern gokudera, Hana, and scammer kyoko.
[this could've been] a villain's origin story by petroltogo
Tsuna running into and unknowingly helping villains after helping release xanxus from the ice box should've really been the hill where it all went wrong, surprisingly tho, only shenanigans. featuring!! chikusa and tsuna childhood friendship that i very much adore
whisper in my ear (i'll build your dreams on bones) by Silverfox579
its only a one shot but gOD I WISH THEY EXPAND ON THIS ITS SO COOL I AM IN LOVE W/ THIS FIC I HAVE THIS FIC PLASTERED ALL OVER MY SOCIAL MEDIA, IF I HAVE ANY WAY TO CONTACT THE AUTHOR I WOULD ASK PERMISSION TO PRINT AND BOOK BIND IT FOR PERSONAL USE BCS THIS!! CONCEPT!!!
or!! the five times the stress of war and battle got to tsuna and wakes up the God in his head. (the last two are spoilers for the manga but hnnnggg i NEED to rec this)
a rose by any other name (would taste just as bitter) by heyimflamel
sealing flames has very, very dangerous repercussions. not only are you sealing this person's will to live but sealing someone w/ sky flames whose purpose is to harmonize? you get something dangerous indeed. dark!tsuna corrupting flames one guardian at a time.
High School Montage by HeavenlyDusk
a montage of vongola tenth gen as they navigate through high school through outsider pov. slice of life-ey and very chaotic (the side story w/ the childhood friends oc my beloved 🫶)
The Boy in the Ice by eloquentelegance
UA has to deal w/ these weirdos lurking around their courtyard all thanks to the mysterious ice pillar that just dropped from the sky w/ a boy frozen inside.
rattle this ghost town by blackkat
Mukuro meets Naruto and spirits him away lmao
Set the Skies Ablaze by cywscross
K(anime) and khr crossover that took me by the neck and never let go. it's essentially discontinued now but the 3 chapters it has??? keeps you coming back in hopes that it does, miraculously, update 🫠
To the Beat of My Own Drum by Seito
College AU where reborn is the normal one and tsuna and his friends bring the chaos in his life. the found family that this fic gives and radiates is so 🫶🫶🫶 like i love it so MUCH
that's it for now bcs im sleepy hehehe
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Weird ask ig idk
What would the characters from criminal minds greys anatomy specialties be/ who would be friends with who?
not weird at all nonny! we love a good crossover! shout out to @swimmingstudentchaos891 for talking through this with me!
Starting off with some of the one that instantly came to me;
Garcia: She's in dermatology. We all know she doesn't like the ick and gruesome of crime scenes, so she wants to stay away from all the blood and gore of surgery. And the ep when they discover the derm floor? it's all happy and calm and rainbows and sunshine and I just think she would fit in well there!
Spencer: he's nuero. It just makes sense, he's super smart, with his memory would be able to excel in that field. While schizophrenia is a mental illness it's still likely the most linked to neurological and that's gonna be a big motivation there too.
Tara: girl's ortho. Don't ask me why. She just is. She's the one out of all of them I think would love breaking bones the most. She can't help but feel cocky when the big football players come in with dislocated shoulders and they're all manly about it until she's shoving it back into place and they're screaming like babies. She'd also be so soft and so good with kids who come in who fell off the monkey bars or something.
Alex Blake: psych. I think that's pretty self explanatory. she'd excel there, or possibly be the hospital's therapist cause lord knows those dr's need fucking help. lol
Emily: Cardio god. She just has that power and you know she's the cocky, sometimes the god complex comes out. She'd be incredible. (she'd also be the McSteamy of this universe but less of a dick, and with a bigger dick. i don't make the rules)
Hotch: he's gonna be chief, or like, the head of the resident program thing. Something similar to Webber. He just has the upper level authority that people respect.
JJ: pediatrics. She's so good and soft with the tiny humans. If she hadn't fully decided on a specialty it was after having Henry that she realized she wanted to be able to help kids and she's super good with keeping parents calm.
Morgan: Hear me out. He's either an EMT or a nurse. Cause we all need a hot boi nurse in our lives. Or he's the super hot emt that rolls up with ambulances and just knows all the nurses are heart eyed for him. He flashes that cocky grin, sticks around for a coffee, little flirt master.
Rossi: i came up blank, but Lu says optometry so I agree. He's probably just around doing consults and hanging out, not as much surgery anymore. Still a published author but this time medical books, has a plethora of knowledge when the younger dr's are looking for something specific in a medical journal.
Luke: I've put him down for trauma. I think he'd be able to do that really well, his experience in the field, he's quick on his feet, not afraid to improvise kinda thing.
As for who'd be friends with whom and other little headcanons, I don't have much because there's SO many characters on Grey's and it's been a while since i've watched it (this ask literally made me restart s2, so i might have more thoughts as I go through LOL)
-Garcia and Arizona are absolutely gonna be besties. They both love all things fun and pink and adorable.
-Spencer and Lexi are 1000% going to find a bff in each other. They've both kinda grown up the "weird" kid who graduated super early and shit, so they've finally found someone else who's like them and the same age.
-Rossi is going to find himself immediately adopting the Deluca siblings. At first it's just because he hears them arguing in Italian and is able to cut in and calm them down but after he hears about their dad/family dynamics he's just all "nope, i am your papa pasta now"
-Spencer & Meredith are going to have some dark and twisty bonding over their mothers and how trying to help them is honestly exhausting and draining but they're gonna keep doing it and trying to find cures/treatments.
-Rossi and Luke are going to have some form of boding with Teddy and Owen over their various times serving and the trauma/ptsd and shit that comes with that.
There's probably SO much else i could get into but that's all I've got for now. Loved the ask! Love shit like this! thank you nonny!
#grey's anatomy#criminal minds#grey's anatomy x criminal minds#emily prentiss#penelope garcia#spencer reid#meredith grey#david rossi
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The BAU team, nbc’s Hannibal crew, and the Jeffersonian team as incorrect quotes
+ Cassandra Lorayne, an original character from my Criminal Minds, Hannibal, Bones, etc crossover fanfic! Found on my blog.
#criminal minds#bones tv#hannibal#dr spencer reid#spencer reid#jason gideon#hannibal lecter#will graham#seeley booth#david rossi#derek morgan#temperance brennan#montenegro#zack addy#elle greenaway#oc#x reader
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20 questions for fic writers
I was tagged by @isagrimorie - thank you darling <3333.
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 234
2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 364,199
3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently: The Tudors (TV), Shadow and Bone/Grishaverse, Tamora Pierce (largely Tortall at the moment but also Emelan), West Wing, Hunger Games (mostly in the form of a lot of Fandom AUs set in the Hunger Games) and Narnia. But I’ve written for a lot of others including Criminal Minds, Pundit RPF, Band of Brothers, Scarlet Pimpernel (1998), Spooks/MI5, The Hour, Doctor Who (Nu!Who) and Star Trek Discovery.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Undertow (co-authored) (Criminal Minds, Rossi/Hotch) - The very short version: Dave gives Aaron a back-rub.
It’s not because of you (it’s because of me) (Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt) - Brian Symonds was - fuck is one of the best youth talent coaches in the country it’s just he’s also been arrested and all Jamie can think is fuck (one take on Jamie’s backstory)
Five times out of many david rossi realised he was happily doomed (Criminal Minds, Rossi/Hotch) - Basically what it says on the tin. Five ways David Rossi knew that he was totally totally doomed in the best possible way in regards to the way he loved these kids
To dwell in enchantment (Criminal Minds, Rossi/Hotch) - It doesn't make the world any less messy, but it does make a balance, this family he has. David Rossi, coming home from work.
If i could go back (co-authored) (criminal minds/ncis/csi: ny, rossi/hotch) - It's the day of Derek's high school graduation, and Jason Gideon is standing at the bottom of the porch steps, trying not to hope.
5. Do you respond to comments? I do my absolute best (sometimes sadly spoons :/) but I appreciate every single one of my kind comments.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I think it might be Hope Deferred Maketh Something which features Jason Gideon/Toby Ziegler, an apocalypse set in a diner in New York (I actually think the larger world is hopeful but these characters specific corner of the apocalypse is Very Much Not).
Oh no wait also In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned which is a Spooks fic in which a certain episode The Thing Is Real.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hi Tudors OT3 Verse. Just in general. It’s not that there’s a conflict free path but it’s very very much a happy ending.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Very little but I have, yes and I will be honest it did get to me. And I am still working through it but moderating comments has helped a lot. And it was honestly barely anything compared to what so many people have to deal with.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes and also kind of no. I used to write it more and then uh, Trauma Brain. I can’t have sex because of CPTSD reasons and apparently writing sex is also triggering except sometimes the fictional people (or the fictional representations of fictional depictions of historical people) still do in fact have sex and so I write it. But it’s Weird (I think I do okay for never having had consensual sex though).
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I think I actually write more fusion AUs than crossovers in some ways but I have in fact written a Sherlock-L&O: UK-Thick Of It-Pundit RPF-Modern Tudors-Criminal Minds Multiverse cc @bibliothekara
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I was going to say I have but I actually don’t know/recall for sure so I’m going to say no. I have had podfic made of my fic though which is So Cool. (I would be delighted if anyone wanted to translate though).
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! Fantastic experience. Also just tossing AUs/ideas back and forth in general is So Much Fun and one thing I really loved about LJ fandom.
14. What's your all time favorite ship? I mean there’s Faramir/Eowyn my beloveds.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Into The Fire (The Tudors Scarlet Pimpernel AU). It’s going to get so dark and I’m not sure I actually want to go there because a bunch of people are going to die.
16. What are your writing strengths? Characters and like, description and emotion.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I’d want to double check really carefully with someone who actually speaks the language in question (I’m currently checking about thou/thy formal versus intimate usage and that’s for English which I speak) before I did.
19. First fandom you wrote for? The first fandom I published fic for was The Bill. It was, perhaps not surprisingly angst and whump centric (before I knew what that was but) and may survive somewhere on the internet via the Wayback Machine.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Several:
With Snow Far Below (Band of Brothers, Roe/Renee) - Renee thinks in terms of snow and chocolate
Monuments, Historical & Contemporary (Criminal Minds/Pundit RPF, ensemble) - How they could build statues and memorials and think that by paying homage after the fact, they were doing an honor.
I Am A Princess On The Way To My Throne (Skyfall 2012, Severine) -Severine. And the way it could have been (written because aspects of her story are mine and I unashamedly wanted a different ending for her)
Such A Time As This (Tudors, Anne Boleyn) - "You have come to your royal position for such a time as this" or a retelling of the story of Queen Esther with Anne Boleyn as a Mizrahi Jewish lady.
We Rise Together (TWW, CJ Cregg) - CJ was kidnapped, not Zoey.
Once I Fall In Love (It’s Forever) (Kushiels Legacy, Phedre and Delaunay) - She loved him as she did me. The realisation had come suddenly, a shock [AU mini fic for Kushiel's Dart]
Karma Is My Family (Grishaverse, Inej) - Inej smiles at her friends who are her family, warm and full of love. Smiles at her husband, who has never possessed her or owned her - has never thought of their love that way - only as two hearts shared. [Inej and her power, her kindness, her love and the way karma comes for Tante Heleen]
Rewrite The Stars (Tudors, Anne/Henry/Thomas) - In another world this is how it might have gone between the three of them. The story of how the love between three extraordinary people change the world for the better and made it the kindest. The story of a fight for a fairytale. [An expanded version of the Tudors OT3 verse fic Rewrite The Stars]
Tagging: If you want to (and if you want to do consider yourself tagged): @bessemerprocess @endoftheworldhere @unseenacademic @emilykaldwen @shes-a-voodoo-child @onekisstotakewithme @claudiajcregg @holy-ships-x-red-lips @quillington @theladyelizabeth @naurielrochnur @eidetictelekinetic @dr-dendritic-trees @boleynecklace @nocompromise-noregrets @herawell @sarking
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Forgot about a--not even a rarepair, an actual crack pairing--I did with a friend like... twelve?!?!!! years ago, featuring two characters from two different TV shows who never met in any sort of crossover or anything. And I don't even remember how it came into being it was so long ago. And then someone contacts me through AO3 about a project they want to do with it and mention it's one of their favorites for that pairing.
Favorites?? Plural!??? So I go look and there are more fics for this insane random pairing now!?! Did I... create a rarepair hell for some other people?
Because if I did, honestly, delightful. Suffer, bitches! muahahaha
(It was Wendell from Bones and Hotch from Criminal Minds fyi)
#i don't know if i actually did btw#and if so the newer fics are more popular so don't worry about it too much
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Love on the Brain - part 4
Ch4: Work It Out
Type: MCU x Criminal Minds crossover series
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word Count: 6800
Summary:
Things that keep hanging in the air should be addressed. Right? You’ll get to the bottom of what’s bothering Steve; for his own good.
Series masterlist
Warnings: series includes criminal behaviour such as stalking or kidnapping; graphic violence, gun violence; (mentions of) death; allusions to dub-con; possible PTSD and flashbacks; sexual innuendos and foul language. Loads of fluff and teasing.
I’m covering my bases here to make sure - probably sounds worse than it is. If you’re interested in specific warnings for individual chapters, let me know.
A/N: divider by @firefly-graphics;
“That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.”
― Deb Caletti
The chains cried as another brutal punch fell on the heavy bag they were holding.
The sound was followed by a set of muffled thuds in a violent staccato, punctuated by more creaks, growing faster and louder, thud-thud-thud of hands wrapped in a white tape only, because who needed gloves when delivering punches straight to the leather-covered bag heavier than their actual weight was, right?
There was a reason why you and Steve, while sparring together regularly, had set a routine which involved each of you warming up separately. As much as Steve told you that it was admirable how you worked and how you could almost keep up, the fact was that he was a supersoldier and that his work-out needs differed from yours; drastically so in some aspects.
So while you happily started with shadow-boxing, practising both punches and kicks, and continued on a heavy bag of 60 pounds – because this was a warm-up – Steve was usually through on a significantly heavier bag to let off some steam before you moved onto working together.
He claimed it was a great training of balancing the strength behind his punches, alternating between sparring with you and beating up the poor sand-filled thing, and after initial reluctance stemming from the fear of getting your ribs shattered if he failed to control himself, you learned to trust him.
He never gave you a reason to question the faith you put in him; not as a leader, not as a sparring partner who could easily break about every bone in your body should he choose to. Perhaps you were a masochist and a thrill-seeker, but there was a rush of adrenalin straight through your veins whenever you recalled the power he wielded and controlled with such ease.
It was undeniably attractive to see him get lost in the mock fight, but never lose his head; safety in knowing he would never hurt you despite being more than able to.
There lied the reason why you called him a gentle giant. He could leave you exhausted, he could leave your body aching from pushing your limits so you could become better, but he would never-
The next cry of metal was so loud you stopped mid-movement, head snapping to the direction of the noise just in time to see the bag land good twenty-five feet from where it used to be hanging.
Your lips parted as your jaw slacked a bit in shock.
That… hadn’t happened in a while. In fact, you had never seen it happened, only heard about it from other Avengers.
Steve stood frozen in place, battle ready with his arm already flexed again, motionless besides his ribcage expanding harshly with each frantic breath.
You were never blind to what Steve looked like during work-out; too tight shirts you were certain were Tony’s fault, a plot to torment all the ladies, seams crying around his bulging biceps, looser sweats with ties hanging from under the hem of his shirt teasing you to pull at them. Forehead damp with sweat if faced with a true challenge to his strength and reflexes, messy hair sticking to it and just begging to be fixed, his lips redder than red, skin glowing.
But now, he looked… more. He looked like he used to be when on a mission, when you only caught a glimpse of him, because time was of short supply and unless you wanted to get hurt, you couldn’t spare a moment to linger with your gaze.
Standing still, panting, expression darkened, he appeared like a god of war; glorious, beautiful and utterly terrifying to those who were to cross his path.
Inspiring to those who stood by his side.
Troubled to those who had the honour of knowing him. He worried you.
“Hey,” you called out lowly, automatically making your way to him, scanning his bandages to check whether he broke skin with the punch that managed to rip the bag off its hinges.
Steve took a deep breath, easing his stance, letting his hands fall after he moved a strand of his hair that had fallen into his eyes. His gaze flickered to you, a slightly guilty grimace paining his face.
“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” you asked, watching him flex his fingers in the wraps, no blood stains visible on the surface. He shook his head and smiled tightly.
“I’m fine. Didn’t mean to scare you… sorry.”
Didn’t mean to; yet, he did. A little. Witnessing that was as scary as arousing… and worrisome.
“Not as sorry as you’ll be when Tony finds out,” you commented as your gaze skimmed over the mess on the floor and the cracked metal hinges which had been specifically designed to withstand Steve’s serum-induced fists. So much for that.
He scoffed. “I don’t really give a damn about what Stark thinks.”
“Touché,” you uttered, recalling very clearly that today, you both were on the verge of throwing a punch – or a marker – in Tony’s direction.
Steve seemed to get on edge even faster after talking to Reid, which was the reason why you dragged him here in the first place; now, observing the damage he had done, you hoped you wouldn’t get a ruptured spleen for your trouble or something.
“Well. You seem thoroughly warmed up to me.” Understatement. And so am I after seeing that. “Ready to spar?”
A simple shrug was the only answer you got and you didn’t push for more. Even if you were rather proud of how you could get Steve open up and talk, he could be a man of few words. You would take what you could get today.
You both put on shin and instep guards – him for your benefit really, his bruises would be gone by the evening – and faced each other on the mats, wrapped hands lifted readily, feet light so you could move as swiftly as needed. Then, you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
“I’m not gonna attack you first, Jones,” he announced nonchalantly, making your jaw drop for the second time since you arrived here.
Not because of his attitude, damn that —but because of what he called you. You were training, letting of some steam, yes – but it was just the two of you.
He never called you anything but Sparkles, or rarely your first name when you were alone. Not for almost two years now. It stung worse than a punch.
“Alright, Mr. Cranky,” you muttered under your breath, having a fraction of second to see his almost indifferent face fall – but then you advanced on him.
He covered you jabs with laughable ease, but that was expected; you would usually throw more punches than he would, because your normally gentle giant didn’t want to wound you. Joke was on him.
He ducked when you threw a right hook and stopped your uppercut with his forearm, blocking the next hook as well.
He barely avoided the knee that would have probably ended up in his groin rather than in his ribs.
He had just enough time to lift his eyebrows in challenge – maybe he understood this was your body’s involuntary reaction trying to tell him he was acting a bit like a dick, no matter his understandable reasons – before you got him lightly in his ribs with a well-aimed low hook.
You stepped back in an instant, giving him space. His body was much firmly built than yours, but that was the deal; after a landed hit, the attacker would back out for a few seconds.
You never got the chance to advance again as he commenced his own attack.
It was a back and forth for a while, punches and kicks. You ended up with your leg pinned to his left side when he blocked you again and didn’t let go instantly, appearing surprised he grabbed your leg only so close to his torso. Which you didn’t blame him for – it was clear he was off his game. That was why you brought him here.
Balancing on your left leg, body still tilted sideways, you offered further assistance with whatever was throwing him off… besides the fact he had a stalker.
“So… you wanna tell me what’s wrong, Steve?”
He dropped your foot as if he got burned, raising his arms again to continue the sparring.
“What?”
Oh we’re playing this game, are we? Suit yourself.
You ducked as he threw a surprisingly powerful left hook, followed by a knee and a side-kick you had to get on the ground for to avoid. You curled into a ball, rolled over and stood up swiftly, blowing the strand of hair that escaped from your ponytail off your face.
What had changed so drastically? What was pissing him off so much all of sudden? You knew being questioned took a toll of a person – but this was Steve.
Did the reality catch up with him at last? Was he maybe a bit scared for a change? Or was it the fact that Spence had to take apart his routine to create the timeline for the unsub’s photos?
Was it something else?
Whatever it was, the way he blocked you – not only your punches, but also your attempts to read him, his demeanour hot one minute and cold the next – rendered your throat tight. You truly were worried for him.
You wanted to help.
“You’re on edge,” you pointed out, mindful to keep you voice soft this time, inviting; like he would for you even if you were be acting bitchy. “And I get it, I do, but you were completely fine before my old team arrived and… what’s that about?”
He clenched his jaw, remaining quiet as he tried to jab you, left hook, then right, all blocked by your forearms, not without a price to pay.
Well, you felt that and wasn’t that a message on its own; let it go.
Large pig-headed man.
You tried to sweep his leg from under him as you ducked to avoid the kick aimed at your head, nearly catching a heel to your neck when he managed to take off – damn supersoldier muscles, cheater – and landed on both feet just beside you.
You tried again aimlessly and used the distraction to turn around swiftly and thrust your right elbow backwards at your shoulder level. He stopped it easily, as he did with your left one you drove back along your waist.
At the next hit, he grabbed your arm firmly, catching the other as well before you could try to free yourself.
“You know, earlier you were pissed I’m not taking this seriously. Now that I do, it’s wrong all of sudden?” he hissed, clearly growing irritated by the second.
You weren’t sure whether that was a good thing or not – he needed to get it out for certain, but you sure didn’t like him talking like that with you. He wasn’t being fair.
But at least he released you, slightly pushing you away, both literally and figuratively.
“Hey, I didn’t say that-” you protested, only to be cut off.
“Well, it sure as hell sounds like that’s what you’re saying, Jones!”
You winced.
Steve didn’t even raise his voice – but there was a definiteness in his words, tone harsher than he had ever spoken; with you at least. Tony and others heard much worse.
You got the message this time: stop fucking prying.
And the ‘Jones’ indicated you had no right to pry in the first place.
Your heart thundered in your chest, air stuck in your lungs. It stung, but you supposed you deserved this.
You swallowed heavily, licking your lips, letting your arms fall to your sides for a moment. One glance into Steve’s eyes – no matter how hard the blue steel in them was – told you he didn’t mean for his words to come out like this.
But they did, because you pushed him, thinking you could fix whatever was wrong instead of giving him space. Because you were sometimes as stubborn as he was.
“I’m sorry, Steve. I…I just want to help. I’m sorry I pried,” you whispered in a conciliatory manner, his hard features softening just minutely. You tried to smile, even though it turned out more of a grimace, you guessed. “We can just… keep punching and kicking.”
And to support your claim, you got ready again, giving him two full seconds before you attacked him, pouring in your own frustration with the situation as well. A kick aimed at his ribs, ducking to avoid his hook, a back-elbow to his back; he dodged again. You blocked his jab, your fist brushing his shirt when he jumped back to escape your uppercut.
With his next punch, his arm stayed outstretched a second too long – circling his right wrist, you ducked under his arm and attempted to twist it behind him. Naturally, he was fast to follow the movement with his body to avoid that.
You had to let go so you could cover yourself – but there was no need all of sudden.
He didn’t advance on you again.
He took a large step back, hands up, palms opened to you before he locked them in fists and retreated further, a curse on his lips.
“Fuck--- I’m sorry,” he blurted out heartily, his mask melting into a sincere apologetic expression. “Truce, please.”
Like a good agent following her Captain’s orders – and a good friend, you hoped – you dropped your hands in an instant, even if baffled at the abrupt change and the apology.
He didn’t hit you. He didn’t hurt you. And if he was rougher than usual in his movements, you couldn’t really blame him.
If he referred to his harshly spoken words, well. Those were on you as much as they were on him.
“What are you sorry about?”
He licked his lips, eyes filled with regret so genuine you relaxed your shoulders right away, your chest as if squeezed in a vice. The worry and pity took over being irked with him in a blink of an eye. More so when he appeared confused at you not knowing what he meant.
“About… snapping. At you. I didn’t mean to.”
Never at you, as if he whispered in the tenderness of the single syllable. You.
“You didn’t snap. You could never,” you said, the white lie effortless on your lips even as Steve arched his brow at it. You didn’t fight the soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You’re the gentle giant, after all. And I shouldn’t have pushed. I just… I just want you to know I’m here, not only trying to investigate, but even if you want to just talk about it.”
He was better at smiling than you were; his gratitude shone through even if the smile was barely there.
“I know. Thank you. I’m just… not sure I can.”
“And that’s fine. That’s perfectly fine,” you assured him, knowing he didn’t entirely buy it.
That wasn’t how you worked. You barely left things unspoken between you, preferring having the air cleared.
…maybe except for when it came to how you felt about him. That was your dirty little secret only people like Natasha – damn Russian spies – knew of and much more people joked about.
“We can just keep punching and kicking,” you suggested, one corner of your lips lifting higher.
As both of you repaired your stance, it was exactly what you did.
To an outsider, perhaps nothing changed; you remained silent and you kept sparring. The air however, turned more serene; sweeter and then more playful.
If Steve caught you, his touch felt gentler and it lingered. When he managed to cut away your balance, his arms were swift to ease your landing and his hand was already awaiting you to help you back up while you regained your composure and barely even realized that you were in fact, flat on your back.
This time, when Steve caught your elbow, he rewarded you with a tiny smirk as you looked over your shoulder; it had you breathing faster, the immediate warmth of his body, the little cockiness in his eyes, the proximity of his face. The strength and control over his grip… it was all addicting.
You only realized you were biting down on your lip as you stood frozen with your back to him, in a surreal hug of sparring partners, when his gaze flickered down to your mouth and your breath caught in your throat. His own lips were like a magnet, your head instinctively gravitating closer, tasting the soft pants fanning your face.
God, you never faced a temptation so strong in your life. Just a few inches and you’d taste his lips, finally, finally after craving to do so for the longest time. And you’d cherish that experience forever, even if he’d pull away, the memory never fading.
But would he? Pull away? He couldn’t be unaffected, could he? He was the one who looked down first, his thumb stroking the bare skin of your arm, calloused finger soft in the minute movement.
It was when you lifted your gaze, meeting his eyes so uncharacteristically close, when you snapped from your reverie; and apparently, it did the same for him, because he released you from his hold, setting you free.
The hold on your heart was a completely different matter. But the fog in your brain dispersed, leaving you with a cold-stone reminder that had you tried to kiss him and had he pulled away, you would have shattered your friendship over a mere second of bliss – and you’d regret it for the rest of your life.
Yes, you’d remember it forever; but no taste could be sweet enough to make up for that.
You refused to look him in the eye during your next attack, focused on your technique, his face but a background noise. Whatever you’d see in his expression, you doubted you would be able to handle it.
A brief moment of hesitation had him twist your arm behind your back, your body instinctively leaning into the natural flow of the movement to avoid pain. You bent to make yourself smaller, earning yourself the opportunity to swipe your leg and connect your heel with the underside of his knee hard, all while you pulled at his arm.
With a heavy thud, you were suddenly free of Steve’s grip, his long legs tangling with yours, throwing you off balance.
With a surprised yelp, you landed on your side; but the fighter in you saw a new opportunity when realizing you got your opponent hit the ground. Before you could think twice, you rolled over hastily, pinning his hands down by his wrist, straddling his thighs.
A shocked laugh spilled from your lips as you found yourself on top of him, leaving his staring at you with wide eyes and an absolutely baffled expression, a blush hinting at his shame already spreading up his neck.
“Holy shit!”
You had practised this, step-by-step, from one opportunity to do that to another; but you had never succeeded to deliver these moves during a sparring session, Steve’s control over each situation simply too immense for you to overcome. Until today.
Damn, this felt good.
For more than one reason.
You never sat on a warm marble; but seated on the firm cords of muscles on Steve’s thighs, albeit covered by the layer of sweats, you imagined it felt pretty much alike. The rising and falling mass of his torso had his shirt ride up just a few inches, revealing a thin trail of hair you might have seen before but never had the chance to appreciate so up close before. And who would have guessed he was so good-looking from this angle, with a little sweat beading on his forehead?
Especially when he seemed so surprised and ashamed by being bested by you?
The warmth of victory only barely beat the heat in your abdomen of a very different origin.
“You’re distracted, GG. But I’ll take it what I can get,” you sing-sang, ecstatic and highly amused at the emotions playing over his face “I think I like coming out on top of you for once.”
His eyes grew wider, if possible, his face set aflame; and as if on cue, so did yours, because you realized your little Freudian slip.
“-on top of this—round--- of our sparring session I mean!”
Nailed it.
Except you fixed nothing.
Embarrassment at the wheel, you hastily took your retreat, climbing off Steve without touching him more than necessary to minimalize his discomfort. He propped up on his hand once he was free, blinking at you, still dazed by the turn of events which ended up with him landing on his back and you putting a foot in your mouth.
You offered him a hand to help him stand, more of a polite gesture than actual assistance, but he took it anyway, climbing to his feet.
“So…” you hummed, desperately trying to forget about how pleasant the feeling of his thick muscles between your legs was. “Ready to tell me what’s bothering you?”
Steve huffed, raising his fist to start another – hopefully only physical – fight and didn’t answer.
Stubborn kettle calling pot back.
“Is it the scrutiny?” you guessed, dodging his left hook. “Because I know that sucks a lot, and imagine it does, even more for you. So… it’s really fine to be pissed, you know.”
He frowned and it took a few attempts of each of you before he sighed and confirmed your suspicion.
“I know.”
“Good. And just so you know, no one likes it.”
“Yeah… right,” he muttered, swiftly crouching to avoid a round-kick aimed at his head. “Look, I… I did have enough of scrutiny in the forties and even these days with the tabloids. I don’t need… some kid from the FBI to pick up at every detail of my life. …no matter how smart he is,” he added, grumbling.
Ah.
There lied another problem. Reid’s bedside manner, so to speak, wasn’t always the best despite his best efforts and undoubtable improvements. His hunger for knowledge and desire to share it with others sometimes overrode his human skills; that was how his genius brain worked.
You supposed that in a way, he was similar to Tony; with only half of his arrogance and hundred times smaller self-esteem.
“I know Spence sometimes doesn’t think of how things might sound when he’s stating facts,” you said in his defence. “That’s just him. But he means well and this is his job.”
Steve only grumbled again, as if wasn’t really convinced.
Once more, you took what you could get; and you didn’t mean the uppercut you barely dodged.
“Emily asked about you too, you know. To get an insight on how others see you.”
“Oh. What did you tell her?” Steve pried, clearly curious. Your lips twitched upwards.
“That you’re a stubborn little shit.”
Steve’s deadpan expression and the sudden halt in his movements was golden. You snickered, covering your mouth when it turned into a full-blown laughter. The mighty Captain just stood there, unimpressed by your antics – and questioning whether you were pulling his leg or telling the truth.
It only sent you into another fit of laughter, the sound echoing in the empty gym – and so, so freeing.
Steve couldn’t keep his composure anymore, snorting an incredulous laugh as he shook his head. His eyes were warm as he watched you, failing to look even remotely mad.
“It just slipped out! And it’s true!” you cried out, your snickers melting into a softer smile as you stepped closer. “But you’re still my favourite person, so I told her good things too. I sure told her you don’t deserve to deal with this-“ shit “-mess.”
“Well… it’s not that bad if I deal with it with you, Sparkles.”
It was moments like this, when the cerulean sea of his irises swarmed over you in an affectionate wave that had you wonder if taking the leap of faith and telling him your feelings went beyond platonic would be so bad; it was moments like these when you allowed yourself the blissful second of believing he might feel the same.
For the moment, however, you simply tried to find joy in hearing him call you Sparkles again and in his gentle smile that felt like first rays of sunshine in the morning.
And the greedy person you were, you went to hug him to bask in their warmth.
He stepped back, an apologetic grimace on his face.
“I’m really sweaty-”
“Damn, I didn’t notice,” you lied easily, sarcasm evident. I noticed when I was on top of you and I didn’t mind, but sure. Suit yourself. You hoped it wasn’t just a false excuse – because being banned from Steve’s hugs would be like being deprived of water. “Well, that changes everything. No hug then.”
“I owe you one later,” he promised as he raised his fists again, smirking.
“I’ll take it.”
You would, happily. And you’d take the challenge too, even if your stomach was trying to let itself known, reminding you that the only food you had today, was half a granola bar you shoved into your mouth before climbing to the shower.
Three blocked punches later, you tried to kick his feet from under Steve again; he kept his balance this time, even if barely, hand quick and sneaky as he snatched you, causing you to yelp at first and giggle a moment later when you managed to escape his hold.
“Really? Trying twice in a day?” he complained, feigning exasperation. “Oh Sparkles, now you’ve done it…”
You wolfed half a pizza before most occupants of the room as much as started on their second slice; an unfortunate effect of your unhealthy habit of not eating for half a day and then using the opportunity to its fullest as soon as it arose.
You weren’t proud of yourself and your unladylike manners, but to the credit of both the BAU and the Avengers team, no one seemed offended. If anything, Tony appeared impressed and Steve was busy eating just as fast; the only difference was that while you were about to be full of pizza and regrets once you finished yours, Steve would be halfway through his second due to his supersoldier metabolism.
Bless. That muscled body needed sustenance.
As you all munched on the very late lunch Tony had ordered, seated round the table, a relatively pleasant silence settled over the room.
Normally, you’d minded to have so much space for dark thoughts of a case as personal as this one – and boy, it did not get more personal than threatening to someone as dear to you as Steve – but having been exercising, your body was still flooded with endorphins. And given who your sparring partner had been, appearing much more content than before as well, perhaps it wasn’t the only hormone coursing your veins.
You weren’t happy per say, but your mind, while remaining alert, was quiet for the moment, your fears dimmed.
And the company was the best you could ask for.
Others seemed to share your sentiment; even Spence lasted three whole slices of pizza before he brought up what they worked out in your absence.
“I really think we can narrow it down to the pool of agents.”
Slightly amused but no less intrigued – and relieved that the profile was actually eliminating suspects at last – you took the bait and humoured him.
“How do you figure?”
“Several reasons, actually. Easier access to the bullets, for one. More likely to sneak around and take a photo without being noticed,” Spencer said, having you stiffen slightly at the mention of the bullets. “Of course, we also need to consider Stark’s findings about the hooded woman caught on camera in three different places Steve indicated. We cannot ignore that she had the exactly same body type, same gait and relatively similar height that could easily be only in the range of different height of heels. It’s obvious she was disguising herself not only in terms of physical appearance, but also in other identifiable features – such as body language and gait – so we couldn’t make the connections in more than three places at once. That’s tells us she was trained in art of hiding in plain sight.”
“Fair point, I suppose,” Tony hummed, wrongly assuming Spence was done.
As if.
“In addition, the unsub is clearly highly organized, which again, points to an agent. We can also say with… nearly absolute certainty that there’s only one unsub. A team being into stalking is extremely rare, we’re looking at about 0,7% of all known cases. Had there been an element of violence, I would say we’re dealing with a male offender, because this is statistically more likely. But given the fact that the numbers within stalking are actually the closest to balanced we get, unlike within for example violent crimes – because stalking requires care and patience, meticulousness even – I’d say we’re dealing with a female unsub. Which is only supported by the fact that Captain Rogers is a male individual and according to the survey by Williams Institute from 2011, only 3,4% of USA resident women identify as gay or bisexual, although 11% of all adult Americas admit attraction to the same sex. Even though, of course, we have to take into account the deeply rooted homophobia in some individuals, so the numbers are likely to be slightly higher.”
He said it all in almost one breath, but you were the who one found themselves– and all the Avengers, actually – breathless.
Natasha, Clint, Tony and Steve stared at Reid, rendered speechless at the amount of information and arguments.
You noticed Hotch’s lips twitching, but he hid his proud smile well.
“…Jesus, I forgot how impressive you are,” you muttered under your breath, having Spencer’s face light up a fraction at the praise. “Uhm, it is also true that we have concluded that me and Natasha could be considered worthy thanks to our job. That only supports this notion.”
“Exactly. And I think that there is actually high chance you met this woman before, earned yourself the honour of being worthy, as in you specifically.”
“High chance? What, you don’t have a number for us?” Emily teased the genius good-naturedly, causing Spencer to purse his lips in offence.
“I’m being conversational, for one. For two, there is no history of a case like this, so we lack data,” Spencer defended himself matter-of-factly, which had Emily shake her head and follow up on his thoughts.
“Alright… so suppose this agent is fixated on Steve, it is likely she was on his team or within the recruits he trained and he did something nice for her. It can be anything – a smile, standing up for what’s right and she profited from, reprimanded someone whom she had a bad experience with,” she stated. “So, any time you remember this happening, we should look into the person just to make sure.”
“I agree,” Hotch stepped in, turning to Clint who was still staring on Reid as if he was a creature from another planet – a friendly one, but utterly fascinating. “Within our search, we should focus on agents and recruits who fit these criteria. We definitely need to go through agents’ psychological evaluations. There’s likely to be something, a minor issue in the past, a juvie records the A.I. would be willing look past if the recruit was promising. Can you search the database according to all these criteria or should we call our technical analyst?”
“Please, she wouldn’t get past our security,” Tony scoffed, as if you hadn’t assured him of Garcia’s impeccable skills before.
“Oh trust me, Tony. She would.”
“And someone made it past the security to get the bullets, so I’d tone down the cocky attitude, Tony,” Steve added, eyebrow arched.
“…touché. But I got this.”
You jumped in your seat when two loud claps echoed in the room, the result of the billionaire’s theatrics.
“Alright. Looks like the lunch break is over. Let’s get back to work, kids.”
With those words, he sat into his rolling chair, sliding to the biggest hologram monitor in the room, completely ignorant to the puzzled and amused looks in the room – or of the fact some of you were still nowhere near finishing your lunch.
“I’m sorry about him. It’s the sugar,” Natasha murmured in explanation, taking care to look around the table to wordlessly apologize for Tony’s antics. “Just wait for when he gets his caffeine fix.”
Given the fact that Clint and Tony had started on another database search, the coffee duty fell on Natasha and Steve.
Steve didn’t mind per se; even if he felt left out, he was content to see to it that his teammates – and the BAU team, as much as he didn’t exactly like certain members of it – got their coffee fuel.
And he had no issue with showing off he knew exactly how you took your coffee when you overdid it with lunch.
He reached for the cups, taking one for each, staring with Tony’s order however; the billionaire drank cold coffee so often he wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t steaming hot when they brought it. You, on the other hand, liked your coffee so hot it almost burned your tongue, at least when flavoured cappuccino was not an option.
“So,” Natasha hummed, instantly making Steve stiffen at the fake casual tone. “You look like you’re feeling better. Got it out of your system?”
Oh no you don’t, Steve thought, keeping his tone just as casual.
“What’s that? Oh yeah, physical activity usually helps me. Uhm… Jones was right, as usual.”
Peripherally, he could see Natasha smirk to herself as she set the other coffeemaker to Hotch’s taste. Apparently, he didn’t fool her in the slightest. Dammit. Of course, she had caught up on him acting strange; the again, thinking back at his behaviour, it probably wasn’t all that hard.
“Of course, she was. It helps to punch things you imagine are something else. Or someone else.”
Steve’s heart stumbled in his chest. Fuck.
“…well yeah,” he admitted, glancing at her briefly. Her intense green eyes told him she really was precisely onto what was bothering him, yet, he still tried to play it off. “I mean, we don’t exactly know what the stalker looks like, but-”
“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it,” she commented dryly, moving Hotch’s cup out of the way, propping her hip onto the counter.
Steve, on the other hand, continued his task stubbornly, trying to remember what coffee Emily wanted.
He really, really didn’t want to talk about this.
“I’m afraid I don’t.”
Natasha scoffed. “Dumb is not good look on you, Steve. Neither is jealous.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“I think you do,” she insisted, crossing her arms on her chest as amusement coloured her voice. Christ, she was pig-headed. “It’s tall, nerdy, kinda cute, has the IQ of 187, bright eyes and adorable nickname for your girlfriend.”
“She’s not my-“ Steve started off irritably as he turned to face the redhead, only to be interrupted with an exasperatedly calm voice.
“Then why are you greener than the Hulk? And remind me why isn’t she again?”
“Romanoff-” he muttered in warning, fingers of his left hand gripping the counter.
What the hell was she on about? What was the point of this?
Did she think he wasn’t aware of how seeing you all sweet wit the cute doctor had him want to snap something in half? Preferably something that was tall, nerdy and called you Bean? Please.
“She could be, if you had the balls to tell her the real reason why you call her Sparkles,” Natasha sing-sang, smirking again. “‘cause we both know it’s not that she can be a firecracker when it counts.”
Goddammit, Natasha-
He shot her a murderous glare which didn’t seem to faze her in the slightest, his fingers digging deeper. Gone were the endorphins which flooded his system during the work out, having been only amplified by your intimate proximity and playful nature peeking through. No race of them now.
She just had to remind him of that embarrassing night when she and Clint got him completely smashed.
“I’m never touching Thor’s flask ever again.”
“Can’t unring a bell, Rogers. And I think it’s sweet, that’s a high praise from me…” she remarked, rewarding his deepening frown with her lips twitching.
“Is there a point in there somewhere?” he asked with a sigh, unimpressed with her mockery.
Yes, he wanted you to be more than his friend. Yes, he had revealed the origin of the endearment when intoxicated by Asgardian liquor. Yes, he was jealous of the doctor whom you seemed to get along all too well and who was much more affectionate with you than Steve would have liked.
But Steve liked to think Natasha was his friend and while she wouldn’t pass an opportunity to tease him about you and his pathetically deep feelings, he believed she must have brought it up for a reason.
“Yes, there is, actually,” she confirmed, looking him dead in the eye. “Pull your head out of your ass. Kid’s maybe even smarter than Stark and can help us a lot. Clearly, they were good friends, maybe still are, but it’s obvious to anyone with eyes – despite your and her constant worrying – that she’s in love with you as much as you are in love with her.”
“Natasha-“
His first instinct was to protest. It always was. Because besides inevitably falling for you and being jealous, he was also… cautious.
Even after today’s sparring and all your worry about him, after the sparks he felt between the two of you as you advanced at each other, whenever your or his touch lingered, after hearing the ‘you’re still my favourite person’. It wasn’t the first time everything seemed to be pointing towards the two of you sharing a special bond. But you never said anything and all he was getting, especially when doubts flooded his mind whenever you smiled at someone else – because you were simply a nice and playful person – was mixed signals.
And if he misjudged it? If you didn’t feel the same?
He cherished your presence in his life and your affection more than anything. He couldn’t take the risk; he couldn’t endanger what you two had. Not if telling you how he felt could mean losing your friendship. Or worse, losing you entirely when you’d ask for reinstatement to another unit or agency.
He was sure Agent Hotchner would be more than happy to welcome you back; and so would Spencer Reid.
“You need to get your shit together,” Natasha implored, leaving Steve wonder if she had been talking the whole time he got lost in his thoughts. “She didn’t call her old team she barely talks to these days to see him. She did it because she’s terrified she could lose you.”
Steve knew that, deep down; your care was what had his heart beat fast and made him feel all warm inside.
“So… just stop acting like an ass, Rogers.”
“I’m not-” he tried to protest, only to be cut off again.
“Oh please. You’re hostile to the poor kid. You try to control yourself but you’re failing. She’s gonna notice, Steve,” Natasha warned him, growing more serious. “She might have waved it off and blamed it on you getting restless, but she’ll figure it out and it will blow up into your face. She’s not dumb.”
And wasn’t that the truth.
“No, she’s not,” Steve sighed, returning to his task of being a coffee guy. “Fine. I’ll apologize.”
“Atta boy.”
A few moments later, Steve was the one to give Reid his coffee as they distributed the cups around the room.
Seeing you engaged in a discussion with Emily – though you had paused to give him a sweet thank you, eyes crinkling gratefully when he handed you your fix – Steve seized the opportunity of catching the good doctor by himself by the white board.
It was obvious Reid listened to his quiet voice as he said he was sorry if he was being a little rude earlier, but he appeared dismissive about the matter.
“It’s no big deal. We had cases where one of us was in the opposite role than we’re used to. It’s never pleasant. I understand,” he shrugged it off, waiting for Steve to set the cup down and only then brought it to his lips. “Thanks for this.”
If Reid saw beyond Steve’s words, realizing his reasons were a bit different from what the doctor voiced, he didn’t say.
And somehow, that made Steve understand why he would be one of your closest friends.
When he caught your smile across the room, delighted to see him exchange a few words with the genius, he couldn’t say an apology had ever felt better than this.
→ Next part
Series masterlist // Steve Rogers masterlist // Misc masterlist
Is this mainly a idiots friends-to-lovers fic with a minor criminal subplot? Yes, yes I suppose it is🤷♀️🤭
Thank you for reading and your reactions💕
Also, more and more theories are popping up, so I repeat my little plea. Please, respect it.
P.S. DISCLAIMER concerning Reid’s statisics speech!
I’d like to point it out before someone yells at me that I borrowed numbers from the Williams Institute of UCLA about people admitting to identify as gay or bi. That is not to imply that people inside or outside the LBGT+ community are more or less likely to commit a crime than the other group and I mean no disrespect to either of the groups. Thank you.
#fanfiction#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers imagine#former bau agent reader#bau agent reader#mcu x criminal minds#criminal minds x mcu#captain america x reader#captain america x you#captain america imagine#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fanfic#steve rogers fluff#steve rogers#spencer reid#love on the brain#anika ann
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what are your rarepair(s)?
I have such a long list of these that it could go on forever; I see one look and I'm like "they should be together." Some are serious and some are kinda jokey, and some are only rare pairs because the fandoms around them are overwhelmingly heterosexual, but here's some of them:
Nas / Patterson [Blindspot] (here's my post on why, very spoilery and silly)
Jane / Patterson [Blindspot] (this one grew on me)
Brennan / Angela [Bones]
Brennan / Cam [Bones] (i swear this is the best match on paper even if others are better in chemistry)
Emily Prentiss / Penelope Garcia [Criminal Minds]
Emily Prentiss / Jordan Todd [Criminal Minds]
Fearne Calloway / Imogen Temult [Critical Role]
Fran / CC [The Nanny]
And that doesn't even touch on all of my weird crossover ships that probably no one in their right mind is thinking about, of which my top few are Temperance Brennan (Bones) and Maura Isles (Rizzoli and Isles), Cam (Bones) and Gillian Foster (Lie to Me), Maura Isles and Megan Hunt (Body of Proof), and Maura and Gillian Foster.
#i have a lot of “small” ships that I don't think of as rare pairs and some rare pairs literally too off the wall to mention#if it's not obvious i only watch crime shows old sitcoms and critical role#p.s. i should say when i “ship” two people it's not always that i want them in a healthy happy relationship that's perfect#sometimes the reasons they might be a bad match is WHY they're an interesting pairing to me#so if you think any of these are bad matches you're right they're just interesting bad matches
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Writer 20 Questions!
I was tagged by @ninjasawakenedmystar! Thanks for that!
I'll tag anyone who wants to answer them! Consider this your tag!
1 . How many works do you have on AO3?
53
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
766,741
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Oh god. Too many. Divergent. Stranger Things. Supernatural. Shadow and Bone. MCU. HP. Spartacus. Leverage. Jack Reacher. John Wick. Criminal Minds. Teen Wolf. The Walking Dead. Lord of the Rings. Star Trek. Beauty and the Beast. The Lost Boys. Sons of Anarchy. Knives Out. Naruto. Jujutsu Kaisen. Demon Slayer. My Hero Academia. Tokyo Revengers. Blade. True Blood. From Dusk Til Dawn. Star Wars. BtvS.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. The Art of Seclusion. there's a heaven above you (don't you cry). Barred. It's Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes. I like to have conversations with people and I like to know what they're thinking about when it comes to my writing. I'm super behind on responding to them rn though.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
The Art of Seclusion lol (so far. my unpublished My Hero Academia fic might be angstier. It'll depend if I get free reign or if my character cooperates tbh)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Uhhh....Caught in the Crossfire? Or some of my oneshots.
8. Do you get hate on your fic?
I have, but not much.
9. Do you write smut?
Yes.
10. Do you write crossovers?
Hahaha, yes. Caught in the Crossfire is a bit of a huge crossover with characters from other fandoms appearing in Supernatural.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes. Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. Except they tried to change the name of the main character...to Sammy....but Tammy is a canon character.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! Someone translated my Divergent oneshot Famous Last Words into Russian.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Yes! Caught in the Crossfire is cowritten, as are a few of my fics that I work on with @vixenofcourse (such as Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down and there's a heaven above you (don't you cry).
14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?
My ocs with all of their pairings 😉
15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I'm not answering this. My goal is to finish all of them. I know how most of them will end. I have most of them fully planned out.
16. What’s your writing strengths?
Dialogue.
17. What’s your writing weaknesses?
Description lolll
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I usually don't do it unless I know the proper way to write it in that language or I'll write it in English and make it known it's supposed to be a different language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Hahaha, Archie Comics when I was a kid.
20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
All of them. I reread my own work all the time!
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I love the bones interns so much and would love to talk to other people about them but the fandom has obviously dried up since the show ended a while back.
Especially Arastoo and Wendall 😅
Can I tell you a "secret"? While I never really shipped anyone in the show outside the canon pairings there was one crossover ship I fell in love with cause it made so much damn sense. No idea if you'll feel the same, but:
Zack Addy x Spencer Reid(criminal minds)
This one author is responsible for like 90% of the fics for them on AO3 and they do such a convincing job I'm captivated by the idea of them
my ask box is ALWAYS open for bones talk. especially the interns.
out of all of the squinterns, arastoo and wendell probably have the best arcs. the writers really, really did right by them.
in general, i'm not really into spencer ships that aren't my selfship, but damn that's one hell of a concept and a sandwich i'd love to be in lmao
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