#I'm a behavior analysis nerd and I'm not even sorry

[the-guilty-writer]

The Washington Tales

Request from anon: Could you perhaps write something about how the reader is Spencer’s kid and they don’t like how he always gets up and goes on cases and they’re stuck alone or with a babysitter so they try to make a point by running away and Spencer has to rush home?

Spencer Reid x teen!reader

Summary: Spencer's busy schedule leaves you feeling lonely. You run away, finding company in an old friend.

A/N: Alright if I'm gonna write Spencer I'm writing full on super-nerd-dad Spencer. We all know that this man is a total dork and i'm running with it. Only real ones will understand the title reference.

CW: reader feeling lonely, running away, nerd level is through the roof.

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Spencer heard his phone ringing insistently behind him. He had already let it go to voicemail twice and the sound of the plastic against the table was beginning to interrupt his concentration. He turned away from the evidence board and moved towards the table to see who needed him so desperately while he was working.

“You better have not given my number out again, Morgan,” Reid said, recalling their past prank war.

“I never use the same prank twice, pretty boy,” Morgan said, not looking up from his files.

When Spencer saw that the number was your school he automatically became concerned. Your teachers were worried that you were beginning to fall behind on your assignments. They wanted to set up a parent conference with him, but the team had been so loaded with cases he simply didn’t have the time. He didn’t even have time for this phone call if he was being honest, but he picked it up anyway.

“Hello, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid from the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit,” he said, still in professional mode instead of dad mode from working on the case for so long.

“Dr. Reid,” the lady on the phone started. “We’re calling because your child, (Y/N) Reid, never showed up for school this morning.��

“Pardon?” Spencer said.

“They’re absent from school today,” the lady told him.

“Okay, thank you.” He hung up the phone and went to dial Garcia.

“What is it?” Morgan asked. 

“(Y/N) didn’t go to school this morning,” Spencer told him. Morgan gave him a sympathetic look.

“You’ve reached the FBI’s office of supreme genius, how may I serve you today?” Garcia answered.

“Garcia, can you track (Y/N)’s phone. They didn’t show up to school today,” he said.

“Sure thing… annnddddd they’re at your apartment.”

Spencer sighed. “Thanks, Garcia.” As soon as he hung up he called you, but you didn’t answer. He tried again, just for good measure, but he didn’t bother leaving a voicemail. There was a real possibility that you hadn't charged your phone- another bad habit you had fallen into recently. Instead, he texted the babysitter- you were old enough that you didn’t need one, but he hired a nice lady to check on you in the evenings just to make sure you were okay. He let her know the situation and to tell you to call him when she saw you that night.

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When Spencer’s phone rang again he was still looking at the evidence board, trying to piece together the case. He averted his view from the crime scene photos to answer the call.

“Dr. Reid,” the babysitter sounded panicked and upset. “Dr. Reid, they’re gone.”

“Wait, slow down,” Spencer said as calmly as possible. “What happened?”

Now it sounded like the babysitter was close to tears. “I came into the apartment to check on (Y/N) and they aren’t here! They just left a note that says “Farewell, I am gone.” signed with their initials. Dr. Reid, I’m so sorry.”

Spencer felt a strange feeling bubble in his gut- a note could mean a million things. “It’s not your fault,” he told the babysitter. “But I need you to send me a picture of the note, okay? As clear as you can possibly get it.”

“Oh-okay.” She sniffled and Spencer heard rustling on the other end of the line before receiving the picture.

“Thank you,” he told her. “Don’t worry about it. Go home and get some rest.” He hung up before she could reply. 

He didn’t want to tell the babysitter that a note usually meant one of two things- either you’d been kidnapped and coerced into writing something to make it seem as if you had run away, or you had actually run away. And it didn’t take an expert in handwriting analysis to see that the note you had left was freely written.

“Damn it.” He wanted to say some other words as well, but Hotch had just walked into the room.

“What is it, Reid?” he asked.

“(Y/N) ran away.” Spencer looked desperately between his phone and the evidence board. Now, instead of his brain being too preoccupied with work all he could feel was worry. Anything could have happened to you and you had obviously been gone since this morning, but there was a chance that you had fled after the babysitter left you alone the previous night. You could have been anywhere.

“Go home,” Hotch told him. He tossed him the keys to one of the SUVs. “It’s about a seven hour drive back to Virginia. Get Garcia to help you.”

Reid thanked his boss and got into the car. He had never been one to speed, much less speed and talk on the phone at the same time, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Garcia looked through everything- people you could have called, public transportation you might have taken, even going as far as to hack into the security cameras at your favorite bookstore- but the only trace you had left was that you had pulled some money from an ATM.

Spencer drove straight to the apartment and looked around for any clues you may have left about where you were going, but there was nothing except the note. You hadn’t packed a bag and the amount of money you had wasn’t enough to sustain you for very long. You couldn’t have gone far. It wasn’t like his mom could take care of you and surely if you had showed up at one of your friend’s houses their parents would have called him. His brain was working at a million miles an hour, trying to think of where you could have possibly gone.

“Reid,” Garcia said, sympathetically, “I know I’m not a parent and I’m not a profiler, but have you ever stopped to think about why (Y/N) ran away?”

“I-” He paused, thinking about your behavior in the past few months. It wasn’t just the trouble at school- it was also not wanting to watch TV with him when he was home or even making dinner for yourself and not waiting until he got home to eat together. The team had been so busy that he had pulled away… and you had pulled away from him too. “I’ll call you back, Garcia.”

Spencer ran out of the apartment and back down to the car. He knew where you had gone. It was where he would have gone too.

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You weren’t sure if there was a place you loved more than the Library of Congress. The building itself was glorious; looking as though someone had carved it all out of one massive slab of stone. The columns stretched tall and strong, supporting arches painted like tiles. Grand floors were patterned with shapes that fit together like a mosaic.

But it was the soul of the building that you really loved- being surrounded by hundreds of thousands of books that each had something to teach or a story to tell. You remembered coming there with your dad when you were younger and him telling you that as long as you had a good book in your hand you would never be alone. So of course when you felt most alone you went somewhere full of things that couldn’t possibly make you feel lonely- but the your heart still felt as empty as the apartment. At the moment, your only friend was fiction. 

“Oh, (Y/N) dear, we’re closed!” One of the librarians rushed up to you. She had known you since Spencer began taking you there as a baby. She had watched your taste in literature change from picture books all the way to helping you find a copy of a research paper you had wanted to write about for school.

You looked down a bit sadly. “I know visiting hours are up, but can I stay just a bit longer? My dad is away on a case again and I could use some company.”

The librarian smiled at you, the lines in her face far more prominent than they had been when you were little. “Of course. As long as you put your favorite friend away when you’re done.” She winked at you behind wire framed glasses and walked in the opposite direction.

The library was large enough to get lost in, but you knew where you were going like the back of your hand- It was the same book that you pulled out every time your dad was away. Not wanting to go all the way to the reading room, you sat down on the floor before carefully flipping through the book’s pages and beginning to read through something you so badly wished was being read to you instead.

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Footsteps echoed through the library, coming slowly up behind you. You expected it to be a security guard, telling you that it was time for the library to rest for the night, so you nearly jumped out of your skin when the echoing stopped and you heard your dad’s voice.

“Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon/Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.”

You turned to look at your dad. He was still wearing his work attire, his hair a tangled mess of brown curls, but even in the dim light of the library you could see the small smile on his face. 

You scowled. “Though there was nowhere one so busy as he/ He was less busy than he seemed to be,” you retored and went back to your reading.

You heard Spencer sigh before walking up and taking a seat beside you. “I’m not busy now.”

“It’s a bit late for that, dad.” You didn’t take your eyes off the pages, but you were no longer reading the words, tears building up in your eyes.

Spencer gently pulled the book from your hands and closed it. “You know,” he started. “When you were little, Garcia bought you a box set of Dr. Seuss books. I thought you would be so excited to see all the fun pictures and colors, but every time you were given a choice, you always asked me to read you this.” He held up the book- The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer. "Please tell me what's going on," he said quietly.

You turned away, not wanting your dad to see that you were crying. “I miss you, dad. You’re never around anymore and I get really lonely without you.”

“(Y/N),” he cooed, “why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrugged a little helplessly. “You catch criminals and save people. I can’t just ask you to stay home because I’m sad you’re gone.” It came out a bit sarcastic, but the tears were still real.

Spencer took a handkerchief from his pocket and softly dried your eyes before offering the book back to you. “Page 549, paragraph 2, last sentence.”

You carefully took the book from his hands and turned to the page, tracing your finger down to the location he had told you. As you read the line in your head, your dad said it outloud:

“Amour vincit omnia: Love conquers all.”

[jo-harrington]

Have you read the flight of Icarus and if so thoughts??

I have! I enjoyed it a lot! I think there's definitely some elements that will be making it into my writing...by way of "I was already writing him like that" but as for particular events that happen in the book...*shrug* I'm not too bothered.

I was gonna write a whole thing (and I have to friends on discord) but...life...so here are my takeaways (Spoiler-ish under the cut-ish).

- He's in-character as far as I could tell. He's our goofy loud simp nerd rock boy, with all the trauma and resulting behaviors that come with it. And I love him. I see a lot of myself in him. I see a lot of my friends in him. I've never been under an illusion that he might be any other way than this.

- Ronnie. OH RONNIE. I love Ronnie immensely. We all need that ride or die friend who also kicks us in the ass.

- Al. Ok.

- WAYNE. UGH. MY HEART. I AM A WAYNE STAN FIRST.

- Ok actually lets cycle back to Al. I AM BIG MAD BUT IN A GOOD WAY. BECAUSE I JUST TOLD MY OWN FATHER OFF AFTER HE FUCKING TRIED TO PLAY GAMES FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME AND RUINED MY BIRTHDAY ON PURPOSE. So a charismatic father who shits all over you and traumatizes you and you've still forgiving him for the millionth time but you may be at your limit...yeah I feel Eddie's pain. I feel him a lot.

- Paige. I like her. I relate to her. I don't think that her job title is accurate. I think she's stretching the truth just a bit to impress a boy she thinks is cute. And then it semi-backfires when he proposes her pitching Corroded Coffin to her boss. And what's she gonna do but a) try not to absolutely burst his bubble and b) also maybe this is her chance to move up the ladder. That's my head canon. But also I feel for her because at 20? I was all in with my job and I was gonna do anything to continue climbing the ladder. And then PEOPLE LIE ABOUT THEIR JOBS ALL THE TIME. Especially when you moved away from your small town to find yourself? I could go on and on about Paige. And Eddie. And Paige and Eddie. Romance? Whatever. It's not a book about romance and it's not a book about her. It's a book about Eddie. There's more to their interactions than that. Sure you get simp Eddie and sure you get an Eddie who fucks. I don't care. Give me the girl who leaves her small town to try and make a future for herself. Oh wait. I'm fucking writing that story. We are pro Paige here. I better not see any hardcore anti-Paige people looking at SMVerse being like "omg I love it." Because do you really? (That got away from me. Sorry.)

- All of the Easter eggs and potential hints as to what's to come in the show. I don't want to give the duffers any credit because they deserve none. BUT DAMN WE HAVE AN AUTHOR HERE WHO BRAGS ABOUT HER TERRY PRATCHET COLLECTION AND IS A WOMAN WORKING IN A NETFLIX WRITERS ROOM AND IS POSSIBLY BIG BRAINING THIS. As someone who works in layers in my writing, I am excited to see what kind of web she has woven with this story and what may come to fruition in the show if at all. Maybe even if Eddie stays dead, we'll still get some good Easter eggs.

There's a lot more I have to say and feel, this is not an analysis, just my spontaneous !!! to the book. And I cannot recommend it more for just...more Eddie shtuff.

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

I don't know why, but I am so triggered by that person's hot take on Mya. She's a child going through depression... and even though Oliver is a nice kid and tried to cheer her up, he clearly didn't respect her feelings or her boundaries, or her mental state enough. But does he get called out for it? No.

I don't like drama... but at the same time this is a very interesting opportunity for more character analysis! It's nerd time 🤓

I would say that I feel bad for the one who started this... "drama", especially if they're a child, but... if they were bold enough to post that hot take, then they can handle other people's opinions on that hot take. I'm sorry if you're a child.

I guess it would be one thing if both Mya and Oliver had mental disorders. I asked the author if the two had been written to have ADHD/autism spectrum disorder, and he said they were not specifically written to have that.

If Oliver had ADHD/autism (which is what I suspected him to have based on his actions and way of thinking) then that would explain his behavior in the same way that Mya's depression explains hers.

But I guess not. So... I suppose that gives him less of an excuse.

Of course, I still don't expect a child like him to fully understand mental disorders. Oliver is the type of person to be really intelligent academically, like history, science, etc.

But when it comes to emotions he's a bit hard at that. He recognizes emotions on a surface level, but he doesn't fully understand why the person is feeling that way unless he can personally relate to it.

He understood Mya's pain in losing a parent.

But unlike her he had jumped at the opportunity to move on and find happiness with someone else. Oliver didn't understand why Mya wasn't experiencing what he was experiencing or making any effort, so he tried to nudge her there.

So Oliver is a very nice and good boy. It's just that he has a harder time fully understanding people's emotions.

I think that Mya and Oliver's story is one big Cautionary Tale on how not to behave.

And Jorge is a character that exists, also. Somewhere.

(I think maybe this narrative might be too ambitious for some people...)

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Stimulus Equivalence (Jack Traven x Reader)

Summary:  Jack distracts you while you’re trying to explain him a concept

Pairing: Jack Traven x fem!reader

Author’s Note: Alright, this is my first attempt of smut and it turned out a little nerdy. I’m weird like that.  Shout out to @caryled for beta’ing this. You’re the best, babe! Feedback is much appreciated. 

Wordcount: 1700

Warnings: smut (oral female receiving; fingering and pleading kink)

You were sitting in the middle of your bed, behavior analysis book open on one side, notebook on your lap, head bouncing to the sound of AC/DC as you wrote down some the talking points for your lecture next morning. It was pretty late, so you already were in your favorite sleeping attire which was one of Jack’s old LAPD shirts.

You looked up when he walked into the room, looking so absolutely exhausted you winced in sympathy. Being a police officer in a SWAT team meant he worked really long hours most days. But whenever he had a particularly bad case, Jack would come in looking like death warmed him over, ready to just drop down and sleep.

Tonight didn’t seem to be that particular case, but he still faceplanted on the bed next to you with a long, dramatic huff. You ran your hands through his buzzcut hair in a comforting manner, scratching a little just to hear him purr in pleasure. Jack was like a cat sometimes. A really big and buff, muscly cat.

“Tough day?” you asked, and he just nodded, turning his head and pressing a kiss to your thigh. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” he replied, turning on his side. “What are you doing?”

“Prepping a class for tomorrow.”

“I thought you didn’t have class on Tuesdays…” Jack trailed off, catching your grimace and he glared. “Your asshole advisor is ditching work again and threw it on your lap, didn’t he?”

“I really don’t mind, babe,” you said with an eye-roll because sometimes Jack could get a little too overprotective. “It’s just that I’m not too familiar with the topic, so I have to do a little more prepping.”

You could see that Jack wanted to argue but chose to keep quiet, which you appreciated. The last thing you wanted was to get into another fight about your advisor. You knew Jack hated the guy.

You didn’t really like him either, but Dr. Stewart was the only one in the psychology department who studied cultural practices and behavior analysis, something you really wanted to research for your Ph.D., so it was easier to suck it up and just do what he asked. Even if it wasn’t part of your obligations as a Ph.D. candidate. Besides, you were almost getting used to it by now.

“What is it about?” Jack asked, getting up to undress. “The class?”

“Stimulus equivalence,” you replied distracted by the breathtaking sight of your boyfriend shirtless in front of you.

Because of his job, Jack kept himself in perfect shape. He had strong broad shoulders, muscled chest and defined abs marked by a vertical scar that ran from the end of his sternum down to his belly button. He was gorgeous and you couldn’t help but stare and wonder how the hell you ended up dating a guy like him.

“Babe?” Jack called and you looked up startled, catching his smirk. “I asked what stimulus equivalence is.”

You thought about it for a moment, tapping a quick rhythm on your notebook. Jack had heard you babbling about behavior analysis enough times that he was familiar with most concepts, but this one was a pain in the ass even for you who studied this for a living.

Also, it was really hard to focus when you had all that glorious golden skin exposed in front of you.

When Jack started taking off his belt and undoing his jeans, you swallowed hard and looked down at your notebook, trying to clear your thoughts.

“It’s a technical concept that helps us study symbolic behavior. It’s like… why is this a notebook?”

You gestured the object on your lap and Jack looked at you like he was regretting having asked. He kicked his jeans aside, coming back to bed wearing only his boxers and you had to fight the urge to stare.

“It’s a book you can write notes in,” he replied with an arched eyebrow and you chuckled because he did have a point.

“Fine, what about the bed? Why is it called a bed and not a chair or a lamp? Why is your name Jack?”

“My parents name me after my grandfather,” he said, and you nodded.

“I know, but that’s nothing about you that has anything similar to the word Jack. Physically, I mean. Any relations between you and your name come from established functions. It’s a family name, you were just born, probably looked a bit like your granddad…”

Jack just nodded looking almost distracted as he moved closer, sitting in front of you on his heels and shifting both your notebook and book out of the way.

“But from that moment on, you and your name became equivalent,” you continued because once you were in a roll it was hard to stop. “If I say your name or If I show a picture of you to your coworkers, they’ll know it’s you.”

“I sure hope so.”

He maneuvered your legs until they were straddling his hips and you had to move closer to make the angle of your body more comfortable, leaning back on your elbows as you watched Jack. You were suddenly feeling a lot warmer than before, but you were still able to keep your focus on what you were saying.

“And even though there are no physical similarities between these stimuli, they share the same function, so I might behave the same way when either of them is present.”

“And how might you behave?” He asked running his hands up your thighs and pushing the shirt up, exposing your underwear.

“Well, they both elicit physiological responses,” you replied breath hitching on your throat. “My heart beats faster if I hear your name or if I see you.”

Jack smirked as he watched you hungrily, one of his hands moving from your legs to cup your left breast, thumb teasing you through the shirt and if your heart wasn’t racing before, it sure was now and he could definitely feel it.

“Any other physiological responses?” he asked, eyebrow raised and smirk growing as one of his hand reached between your legs, finding you wet.

“I don’t think I can use that as an example in class,” you gasped, eyes fluttering as his rough fingers sneaked beneath the fabric of your panties to tease you.

“Better not,” he agreed.

Jack pulled his fingers away and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean as he held your gaze and you groaned, mouth going dry, body so hot it almost felt like you were going to combust.

You pushed yourself up until you were sitting on his lap and caught Jack’s mouth in a kiss, tasting yourself in his tongue and feeling the self-satisfied smile on his lips. So, you rocked your hips, grinding against the hard line of his cock and Jack grunted.

This time, you were the one smirking, but it didn’t last long. He pushed you back until were lying down and shoved your shirt up, exposing your body. Kissing you again, he tangled fabric around your wrists, binding them together and above your head.

He gave you a quick look, searching for your consent and you just nodded, quivering with need. Jack flashed you a mischievous grin before coming down your body alternating wet kisses and teasing little bites over your neck, breasts, and stomach, leaving your writhing and panting, your brain struggling to form coherent thoughts.

Part of you wanted to let go and let Jack do whatever he wanted with you. But the responsible side of you knew that you could rarely get your brain to function after orgasm and you really needed to get this class done.

“Jack, I really need to finish…” you trailed off as he kissed your cunt over the lace of your panties effectively short-circuiting your brain.    

“I agree,” he declared, taking the garment off and settling comfortably between your legs. “Let me help you with that.”

Every inch of you felt electrified as Jack ran the flat of his tongue over your wet folds, before teasing your clit. He was nothing if not diligent in his effort of bringing you to the brink of orgasm, before slowing down, leaving you desperate and frustrated, grinding against his mouth, chasing your release.

“Jack, please…” you asked, struggling to get your hands free so you could run your fingers through his hair, wishing you had something to hold on.

Jack looked up long enough to smirk at you once again. He was a cocky son of a bitch who loved when you begged but he redoubled his efforts, his long fingers pushed inside you and your knees spread even wider as you moaned. One of your hand was still on his head, holding him in place, the other fisting the sheets beneath you.

You were rocking your hips against his mouth, trying to get him to move faster feeling your body tight and tense, shuddering with the overwhelming sensations.

“Please…” You begged again and this time Jack complied.

He sped up his fingers, thumb rubbing circles at your clit and you whimpered, you were so close it hurt a little and you just needed…

Jack curled his fingers up, hitting that sweet spot as he bit on the soft skin of your thigh and you came moaning his name, vision blacking out for a moment.

Overwhelmed, you opened your eyes weakly, meeting Jack’s gaze. He had moved from between your legs to lie next to you, drawing lazy circles on your belly and you could feel the hard edge of his cock against your thigh.

“How’s that for eliciting physiological responses?”

Jack flashed you a cheeky grin and you pulled him closer for a kiss as you rubbed him through his boxers, making him thrust against your hand and grunt. You knew he did it on purpose, seduce you while you were trying to explain your lecture points. He knew you’d be flushing all the way through your class tomorrow, trying not to think about this.

And how ironic it was that Jack just created a perfect example of stimulus equivalence and you couldn’t use it in class.

xxx

[bkdk-art]

Endeavor's and Katsuki's way of atoning

Smth that has been going on in my mind for a while now and I know I'm late to the party since the manga is way past the Endeavor agency- and the Izuku-left-UA-arc but I gotta get if off my chest.

I've read a lot of analysis about similarities but especially differences between Endeavor and Katsuki, so I won’t point them out here. I'd rather continue with smth I don't think anyone else has pointed out yet (?).

In Episode 18 of Season 5 or in the manga chapter 252 Natsuo was kidnapped by that arrow-quirk-villain and while trying to rescue his own damn son Endeavor just stopped in his ways, later explaining he was afraid that if he saved him, Natsuo wouldn't be able to speak his mind freely anymore. Like??? Okay then?? Just let him die, seems to be the better option for you, Todoroki Enji AKA No. 1 Hero. And I know some will say he had faith in the three musketeers to save the day but let me remind you that Endeavor was surprised by their improvement!! So I don't think he hesitated in a strategic or calculated way but rather in a self-centered, egoistic one. And I cannot even begin to explain how much this makes me despise Endeavor, risking Natsuo's life like that.

Whereas, remembering chapter 285, Katsuki's "body just moved on its own" when Izuku was about to get stabbed. “There were no thoughts" like – yes! Exactly! I mean, Katsuki also could have had a thought process like "If I risk my life for the nerd, he will have no choice but to forgive me for my bullying, even if I don't deserve it" or something like that. But he didn't! Because all of that doesn't matter if the person in question might be freaking dead at the end of the day!

Man, Endeavor’s behavior in that episode/chapter pisses me off for so many other reasons like telling Natsuo he doesn't want his forgiveness. Yeah well, you sure don't deserve it but it may be a start to freaking apologize, like truly apologizing – which Katsuki did btw. Katsuki too, said that he doesn't expect things to change between him and Izuku but he apologized nonetheless because that's what you do if you screwed up.

And at the end of the episode when Endeavor decides to separate himself from the rest of the household, saying this is his way of atoning and guys, I can't keep up with his bs! He's turning away from them without even properly facing them!!! When he damn well knows that Fuyumi e.g. wishes for them to be a family again. Yes, sir, your kids and one son in particular are hard on you, calling you out for your abuse – as they should! – so you just give up after only two shitty dinners??? Of course there won’t be any forgiveness after such a short period of time. And this pisses me off so much because Shoto told him that he’d like to see how he would perform as a father and yet? Endeavor runs away after a few ugly confrontations with Natsuo.

And again, smth Katsuki managed to do – he stayed close to Izuku, really trying to help him out. And yes, I know, Izuku never pushed him away, in fact, ever but still, Katsuki is really putting effort into their relationship, not needing other people pushing him into doing so. He is in fact atoning.

Endeavor is just running away, not really thinking about his family or taking them into account, not truly trying to change. He's not making it about making it up to them but rather making it about how he can punish himself. Self-centered as usual.

Sometimes I wonder if Hori did the Natsuo-Endeavor-scene exactly that way, with Katsuki listening, so that Katsuki would be inspired to be nothing like him. Especially with the parallel of both of them talking about their former behavior in front of others but with the HUGE difference of Katsuki putting Izuku first.

Well. Where was I going with this? Originally this was supposed to be a Katsuki-redemption-appreciation-post, showing in comparison to Endeavor how many things Katsuki has gotten right but it kinda ended up pointing out how Endeavor just keeps fucking shit up.

Hope you're fine with that and sorry for not including any screenshots.

[sydneekomspacekru]

Not The Hero ~ A Stranger Things fanfiction feat. Criminal Minds' baby sister, Y/n Reid ~ Part 1

Inspiration: Literally nothing, like just my midnight brain lmao.

Summary: Y/n Reid is Spencer Reid's younger sister. Dr. Spencer Reid worked at the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia. His younger sister interning for Penelope Garcia. That was, before Y/n's life was put in danger by an unsub - who was never caught - who kidnapped and tortured her. Now, Spencer and Y/n have been put under protective custody and moved to Hawkins Indiana. Now, Y/n faces much bigger threats as she and her new-found family try to navigate the Upside Down and all its creatures, while also dealing with the usual hOrMoNeS.

Warnings: Language, Light Smut (Eventual), Pining, talk of Kidnapping/torture, self deprivation, gore, death, smoking, self harm, now I'm naming all of the warnings from Stranger Things on Netflix... I think that's it.

A/N: Spencer is 25/26, Y/n is 17. Set in the end of season 1 ish but year is 2018. Follows canon loosely, kind of out of order. We also gonna pretend that child labor laws are reallllll relaxed in Hawkins (oop).

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"Yeah? Well fuck people who try to be the hero. Worry about your damn self, next time." You grumbled as your brother, the infamous Dr. Reid, left your new room. "Maybe then, I'd be dead and you would still be working your job at the BAU. Then we'd both be happy." You knew you were being unrealistic and overreacting, but Spencer had been in a bad mood the entire flight out here and you couldn't help but feel like it was your fault.

You shouldn't have been out the night it happened, he had explicitly told you not to be. He had to fly out to Florida for a case - he works at the FBI, you see? so his job is very unpredictable, you could never hold plans you had - and you had a party you wanted to go to. But you had ignored him, even after he practically begged you to listen to him. But you so desperately wanted to have fit in at least once, before you were planning to start at NYU.

Your social status had always been debatable. You had plenty of friends, you were fairly well known. But you hardly every went out with your friends, at least not what was accepted as normal. You preferred to stay out of drama, and out of trouble. So you tended to stay away from parties, and you had never been in a relationship. It all lead to problems. Yeah, the 'not-so-typical nerd', just because you had good grades and didn't like to be involved in any drama and you were graduating a year early.

But that one night... You didn't want to think about it, much less talk about it with some stupid ass therapist that Spencer was making you go to.

"What?" Apparently, he had heard you. He looked sad, that was the only way you could describe it. Not angry, or regretful. But truly sad that you had said that. Sad that you could have even considered that as a possibility. "Y/n, I'm so sorry that- Why would- What made you think that I would rather be working at the BAU with you dead? I would much rather be here with you alive, than there with you dead." Your brother was not what you would call an affectionate person, not even to you. That's why it meant so much when he came over to you and sat next to you on the bed, and held you while you cried.

You didn't know when in the whole interaction you had started crying, and you damn sure didn't know why. You blamed it on the trauma of the whole situation. But you knew that part of it was some form of survivor's guilt. The guilt that you had because you tore Spencer away from his dream job, the fact that you brought him farther away from the family you had both had at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.

You cried until your eyes were puffy and you were unable to breath through your nose. You cried until you had a horrible migraine and you were ready to sleep forever.

You got close enough.

--

You were woken up to the sudden, rapid knocking on the unfamiliar door of your new bedroom. It was bigger than your old one. But it was all the more suffocating. It didn't feel like yours, there were still unopened boxes opposite of the bed you laid on, sticky with sweat. The various paintings you had collected (and painted yourself) still put away in storage. Your bookshelves waiting to be built, your trinkets Spencer had collected for you, in a 22 inch by 12 inch cage. It was a strangers room.

"Come in." You called, clearing your throat and sitting up.

Spencer walked in, holding what looked like a lunch tray from McDonald's. But it held a large bowl of Captain Crunch, and a cup of coffee - fixed just how you liked it. You were thankful to have such a great older brother. You know you could have ended up with an asshole, who was rude to everyone around him.

You smiled as he brought it to the empty bedside table next to you. "Thank you."

--

You were in a much better mood than yesterday, you decided you were going to make the best out of your shitty situation.

"So," you hollered. You were washing your bowl from earlier. "I'm going to look for a job today." You turned off the water and went to sit down on the couch, Spencer was in a chair adjacent to it, reading.

He looked up at you, and hesitated. You knew what this meant, and you took this as the time to start defending your choice. "I need to earn the money to pay for college, Spencer. I promise I won't get into anything." You knew you would try your best to keep that promise. "And I need to start being more independent, I need..."

"Okay."

"...I mean, I just turned seventeen and I'm going to college in six months. I- Wait, really?"

"Yes," you were beaming. You needed to make friends, seeing as you couldn't be in contact with any of your old ones from Quantico. "But, if I find out that any of the people you're around are unsafe or pose any threat to you at all, then the only place you'll go until you're eighteen is to class." Spencer tried to fill in the roll of a father, since yours left when you were a toddler. But he always caved, he was too soft. You knew that he wouldn't actually isolate you even more, but you weren't, under any circumstances, going to get involved in anything like that anyway.

--

You grabbed your phone off the charger and checked the battery one last time, even though it had been on the charger all day. You nearly read over it, just because you weren't paying any attention to your notifications. But there it was.

Unknown Number*

8,5,25 19,23,5,5,20,21,13,19. 19,8,8 4,15,14,20 20,5,12,12 1,14,25,15,14,5 20,8,1,20 23,5,18,5 20,5,24,20,9,14,7 25,15,21. 20,8,9,19 9,19 1 2,21,18,14,5,18 16,8,14,15,5. 9,22,5 19,5,20 25,15,21,18 16,8,15,14,5 20,15 4,5,12,5,20,5 1,14,25 5,22,9,4,5,14,3,5 15,6 20,8,9,19 14,21,13,2,5,18 6,18,15,13 25,15,21,18 4,5,22,9,3,5 9,14 36 8,15,21,18,19.

23,5 12,15,22,5 25,15,21. 19,20,1,25 19,1,6,5.

- 16-7, 4-13, 5-16, 4-18, 1-8, 10-10

Your smile spread wider and wider as you realized it was Garcia, you quickly pulled out a pen and pad. You knew that she wouldn't do anything too difficult. But this was child's play. It was letters into numbers. You had deciphered much harder codes with her while interning under her as a "baby tech analyst" as she put it.

You had finished writing out the cipher, grinning as you read it.

Hey sweetums. Shh, don't tell anyone that we're texting you. This is a burner phone, I've set your phone to delete any evidence of this number from your device in 36 hours. We love you. Stay safe.

- PG, DM, EP, DR, AH, JJ

They texted you. Which meant they hadn't forgotten about you and your brother, something you hadn't realized you were worried about.

01101000 01101001 00101110 00100000 01101001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01100001 01101100 01101100 00101110 00100000 01101001 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01101101 01101001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01101001 00100111 01101100 01101100 00100000 01110100 01110010 01111001 00101110 00100000 01110000 01110010 01100101 01110100 01110100 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101110 01100101 01100001 01101011 01111001 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01111001 01100001 01101100 01101100 00101110

01100001 01101110 01100100 00101100 00100000 01100111 01100001 01110010 01100011 01101001 01100001 00101100 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00111111 00100000 01110100 01101111 01101111 00100000 01100101 01100001 01110011 01111001 00101110 :))) <3

You had no idea how to actually convert letters to binary code, you just Googled it.

You wrote: Hi. I love yall. I promise I'll try. Pretty sneaky of yall. And, Garcia, really? Too easy.

You were ready to go. You threw on some sneakers and left the building, yelling out a goodbye. You decided you were going to walk wherever you needed, it was a small town, how far apart could everything be?

--

Turns out, even closer than you expected. It was a two-minute walk between stores that were hiring. Not one of them trusted the new girl in town. You were just about to give up when you came across the Starcourt Mall. "Why not, the worst that'll happen is I get rejected. Again." You sighed as you pushed open the door.

Things in there followed the same pattern.

"How long have you lived here?"

"I just moved here from Texas." That was your cover story, and it was good enough. You seemed to pick up on a lot of the speech patterns of the South.

"Oh, I see."

And they would close themselves off after that.

The only place that wasn't like that was a place called Scoops Ahoy. It was an ice cream shop. You didn’t really want to work at an ice cream parlor, you'd much rather be working at a book store, or a clothing department, or something similar. But the home of messy children (you liked kids, just preferred when they weren't sticky with ice cream) and miserable teenagers was the only place who was willing to hire you.

"Can you start Monday?" The man asked.

"Yes, I can. Thank you." You were doing your best to be polite, but the fact that the kid interviewing you did not care at all about anything pissed you off. He was completely unprofessional, even for an ice cream parlor. He just nodded.

You stood up, ready to get out of the uncomfortable - and no doubt dirty - vinyl covered chair. "You'll get your uniform on Sunday. Be in at eleven A.M Monday to start your first shift. You'll work until close, which is ten o'clock." You stopped at the door, slowly turning.

"My uniform?" This made you nervous, what kind of uniform was an ice cream parlor called Scoops Ahoy gonna have? You weren't even worried about the fact that you had to work late.

"Yeah, your uniform. Everyone has to wear it during work hours. I'll be texting you tomorrow to get your size." He stood up and started to behind the counter.

"Could I see this uniform?" He sighed, annoyed, but grabbed a picture from under the counter.

"Here. That's the uniform. This is the owner and his daughter."

You were speechless. They were these ugly, blue striped shirt with matching shorts. You were going to look like a child dressed as a sailor. You stood there, utterly stunned. Could they not have come up with a better looking uniform?

"Oh. Great." Was all you could say, scratching your nose.

"I'll be in at eleven on Monday then." And you left, running into a boy with brown hair who looked to be around your age.

"Sorry," you apologized, trying to smile at him, at the same time he snapped-

"Watch out."

You were taken aback, but decided against arguing with him. Instead you muttered a "Fuck off, I didn't mean to." And shoved past him. You noticed he was carrying a pair of blue shorts in his hands. Oh, shit. Really hope I don't have to work too many shifts with him...

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Biggest Fan // Spencer Reid x Reader

Blurb request by @aberrant-annie ! This was cute tbh.

Summary - Y/n meets her favorite Doctor, and they hit it off.

Prompt - "I'm your biggest fan!"

Y/n's mother had always called her an 'unusual specimen.'

She found it weird that she was so 'outgoing' and 'popular' (by her standards). While also being a complete nerd who was interested heavily in Criminal Justice and Chemistry. She had articles upon articles posted in her room about her favorite theories and subjects. That was the only thing that she was teased about, even a little bit, which was mostly by her family. Her mother, and everyone else, had gotten quite use to this once the girl was out of highschool.

Y/n had actually recently graduated from Hampton University with a full ride just last year. But she was still struggling greatly with finding a full time job with it.

She thought back to all of the interning jobs with the police force and even a very small section of the FBI, but nothing really came of it.

That's when she saw the flyers for the FBI seminar being held at her college.

The flyer was ripped from the utility pole outside of her apartment.

*The FBIs very own BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) is coming to Hampton University June 20th from 1 pm to 3:30 pm. Agents will be coming in to talk about solved cases and answer any questions you have! Agents David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, and Aaron Hotchner. Along with Dr. Spencer Reid and their Technical analyst Penelope Garcia.*

Her eyes bulged as she read the paper, Spencer Reid was going to be there?! At her old college?! **Talking about Crime?!**

She will absolutely be there.

-

Here she was, standing in front of the building she had spent grueling hours studying in. Making friends, meeting the man the poor girl had her longest relationship with in, and then dumping his sorry ass. A building full of memories.

And was *hopefully* about to make another meaningful memory.

She clutched the small notebook in her hands while the colorful sundress she sported swished with her movements. She peered around the entrance, remembering all the times she had walked in here, not a care in the world. *Except for exams*.

She made her way to the auditorium and looked down at her watch.

*12:15*

Whoops, she was a little early. White sneakers echoed as she walked to the front row, planting herself in the front row. Y/n sat sideways, propping her feet up on the seat beside her and pulling out a book.

*The Dissapearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements*

When she saw it at Barnes and Noble, she read the spine of the book and immediatly bought it when her eyes read periodic table. It was a slight fascination of hers.

She read for a while, finding it so intriguing that she effortlessly flipped through the pages. After about 10 or so minutes of reading, her ears perked up at the sound of a door opening and closing. Assuming that it was another person interested in the seminar, her eyes remained glued to the book. Just to make sure she wasn't too caught up in the book, she checked her phone for the time.

*12:25* Her guess was pretty accurate.

That's when she heard a slight giggle from behind her. She jumped from the seat a bit, slinging her legs over so that she wasn't laying across two chairs. Her hand grabbed my chest over her heart.

"Holy shit!" She looked over to see a familiar face, not one she had expected would be sneaking behind her and laughing. "Dr. Reid?" Her breath calmed. His smile faltered slightly.

"You know who I am?" She nodded profusely. Of course she knew who he was, he was part of the articles on her wall at home. She found his articles particularly interesting.

~~He was the whole reason she came to the seminar.~~

"Yes! I love your writings, I'm probably your biggest fan!" Her cheeks flushed at the comment, so she did what she always did when something slightly embarrassing happened.

*She rambled.*

"I love your article on the method to applying microfluidic electrochemical technologies to single-electron transfer redox-neutral reactions. I thought it was so cool that you went back to Caltech to mentor those students and ended up finding out that placing the components near one another in a microfluid platform worked! I could never even think like that, you are fascinating."

Spencer had never met someone who knew so much about him, let alone someone who was genuinly interested in what he did. Outside of his official career.

Y/n's face was slowly getting more read as she kept talking.

"I'm so sorry, I'm probably totally overwhelming you." She said with a nervous laugh.

"No no!" His hands flew up in surrender. "I'm just kind of fascinated that you know all of this stuff." His hand flew to his mouth in regret immediatly. "That sounded very sexist, that's not how I meant it. You just look a little young to know about it." Now it was his turn for a red face.

"*I'm* a little young to know about this stuff?" She scoffed lightly with a chuckle. "Says the one who graduated high school at 12."

"Touché." He nodded.

"What were you laughing at anyway, you snuck up on me like a ghost."

"Your lock screen." He pointed to her phone, the screen of course displayed a Chemistry joke.

*What do you do with a sick chemist?*

*If you can't helium, and you can't curium, then you might as well barium.*

"Do you have a job that deals with Chemistry?"

"Uh, not yet. I just graduated last year, from here actually." Her hands gestured around the room. "I majored in Criminal Justice and minored in Psychology and Chemistry. So I'm not *that* young." She joked. "I've been trying to land a job but it's proving to be pretty hard." She gave a slightly sad smile.

"That's incredible! Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" He was invested in this interesting girl now, he wanted to soak up everything about her and her pretty eyes and gorgeous smile.

"I'm 26."

*Perfect.* He thought.

"Also," his eyes glanced at his watch. "How long have you been sitting here?"

"Around 15 ish minutes now. I like to be punctual" She shrugged.

"Is it still punctual if you're 10 minutes early?" Dr. Reid teased with a smile. This made a smile creep onto her face and her eyes rolled.

"I just wanted a good seat to listen to my favorite Doctor." She replied nonchalantly. It took her off guard how flirtatious and confident she was being all of the sudden, not that either of them minded it.

"That is a valid reason." He nodded at her and pointed his thumb behind him. "I actually have to get going, we ar going over the cases a last time before we present them to the crowd."

"Not that you need it with that Eidetic memory of your Dr. Reid." She grinned. He chuckled back with a big smile, she knew a lot about him, it was flattering.

"Trust, me it's not my choice to go over it a million times." She waved aslt him as he turned to the exit door. Right before he got to the door he whipped around, looking at her again. "You can call me Spencer by the way." Y/n threw up the 'OK' symbol with her hands and his her face behind her book as he stumbled into the door.

*What a girl. How am I going to do this whole presentation in front of her?*

But he did fine. In Y/n's eyes he did *perfect*.

Towards the end of the seminar, the group was giving out their business cards. They went row by row, take one pass it on. But Spencer's was delivered personally. She flipped it over to see a number on the back. He looked at her as she flipped the number side to him, tapping on it and winking.

Y/n watched as the woman she now knew as Emily Prentiss nudged his shoulder and waved at you.

*She hoped to get to know all these people very well.*

[likeadog]

Hello Nyc. So I saw your post abt people refusing to engage with media by analysing it's themes and I truly feel like it is the main root of dumbass shipping discourse. Like I'm extra tired of adults with the most ugly ass blogs who still haven't gotten over their uwu nerd phase that started while they were just 12 year old having a whole ass superiority complex over the fact that they jerk off at their crappy inc*st ship or the fact that they hate a popular ship like none of them are any better than each other they still make media revolve around ships.

And I said this at the tags when I rbed that post but also due to this I literally CANNOT find a good analysis of Malik Ishtar and the themes of his character without doing some very deep and specific research into the Web. This literally sucks sm!!! It sucks that humanity has gotten to the point of shallowness where people will see a multifaceted character like malik and instead of analysing their themes, they will see them and go like SHIIIIIP!!!!

Anyway sorry for the long ask I just wanted to share my thoughts. You are sooo smart <3

no yeah the yugioh fandom is AWFUL abt this i cant even google the characters without seeing things that i think deserve jailtime. fbi visits for the lot

but yeah idk if my observations about patterns in the culture hit that personal to some people maybe they should change some behavior...seems suspicious

[imagine-ikebukuro]

Hi! My name is Sheridan and I'm curious for a Durarara!! matchup! I'm a huge nerd. I play video games frequently but I hate online games with others as well as shooters and only really play JRPGS and RPGs on Single Player mode. My favorite games of all time are The World Ends With You and Final Fantasy 4 since they go in depth about life and the human phyche. I'm also an avid reader and very mature for my age. I'm several years above my reading level and can nearly always be found -Sheridan (1)

reading at school, with a Supernatual Fiction novel in my hands. My favorites include Hush Hush and The Mortal Instruments since both have smartass guys who are extremely attractive in a pretty boy manner and exceedingly playful, as well as subtly sadistic and rough. I’m also quite intrested in Ninjas and have wanted to become a Kunoich(female ninja) since I was a child. I love to watch TV as well and my favorite shows are Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, This is Us, -Sheridan (2)

Criminal Minds, Scorpion, and Girl Meets World. My favorite movies are The Princess Bride, Meet Joe Black and Good Will Hunting. I also enjoy Anime. My favorite Anime series are Death Note, Ouran Highschool Host Club, Fruits Basket, Ghost Hunt and Naruto. I’m very intrested in Psychology and hope to be a part of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. I have a knack for reading others as my number one interest and skill is in reading body language. I have a code though. I refuse to -Sheridan(3)

read someone unless they ask for a full reading since I can’t hold myself back and tear their life and everything they’re feeling apart. The only other time I read someone is if I feel threatened or am injured mentally by someone close to me. It emerges as a defense mechanism and I regret it soon after it happens. However, when it’s just me out in the city, I let myself observe those around me with no filter and often spend many hours doing so. I often find myself lost in thought -Sheridan (4)

with what they do, why, what their motivations are, what would happen to them if they were put in certain situations. Purelu speculation obviously but I greatly enjoy it. It’s my greatest passion. I also love Theatre and have been attempting to get into the musicals at my school for 6 years. For 5 years I did Stage Crew as I didn’t get in. This year was the first year I got in and I’m Understudying for a lead and also in the Ensemble for the musical Pippin. It’s somewhat of a dark -Sheridan (5)

comedy with a mix of a Circus theme and a Gothic theme. I’m extremely nervous but also as excited as I’ve ever been since I even get to be in the smallest musical number and also get to be up front while singing for a part. Also, I have this thing called a tickle fetish in where I derive pleasure from being tickled. I’m extremely self-concious about it and it takes me a long time to open up about it. I get so easily flustered about it that I find it difficult to even say the word -Sheridan (6)

“tickle” out loud. However, I do really enjoy bring tickled even if I sometimes pretend I don’t put of embarrassment. Speaking of getting flustered I also blush very easily in general. Even an average compliment or especially a teasy pet name can make my face as red as a firetruck in seconds. Thank you so much! Sorry this was so long! (7)

So, you didn’t mention whether you wanted to be matched with a male or a female or if either is fine, so if the result is not to your liking in that sense, go ahead and tell me to correct myself– BUT! but. listen. buddy.

Your asks scream Orihara Izaya (and that’s really fascinating to me). It should be obvious as to why, but I’ll elaborate on it further. Clearly you share a very similar – if not exactly the same – hobby as Izaya: human observation. Now, he might be a creep about it and use it to his advantage through getting to manipulate people to his liking, but at the end of the day, it’s all about reading people like a book, understanding each individual, their thoughts, their feelings, them as a person. It certainly is something you have in common. Izaya has a very complex personality that might be difficult to understand for sure, but perhaps to you he’s just as much of an open book to read as to anyone and that would create a very interesting dynamic between the two of you. I’d imagine he wouldn’t exactly love being in such a vulnerable position or let anyone that close to closely be able to analyze him, but Izaya being Izaya would at the very same time be too intrigued to keep distance of such an opportunity. He likely hasn’t stumbled upon many people in his life trying to look at him from a psychological point of view. The fact that you both share this skill and interest despite being on such opposite ends (him as an information broker, dealing with the manipulated human mind, working with shady people, being a shady person himself and you aspiring to work for the FBI, which indicates a strong sense of justice) is like two sides of the very same coin.

Plus, let’s be real. You mentioned you have a taste for them bad boys and Izaya is the worst LMAO