last minute addition

Bound to Happen (Part 8), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,373

Author’s Note: Sorry for the lack of a write-a-thon fic today, I thought I would make up for it with an early release of this?

Warnings: As always, a slow burn.

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Lin knew better than to be bitter. You were right with your unspoken insistence that he was holding you back from doing greater things.

He bit the inside of his cheek at any mention of what you were working on - more computers in underprivileged schools, a bill passing that rewarded scholarships through your foundation.

You were doing amazing work, and he knew he was being selfish wishing you were next to him just in case he needed something.

He decided a complete lack of communication was best. Still, there was shoulders brushing at certain events and that one time he was out with Alex and happened to catch you in the middle of a date.

He tried to push that memory as far away as he possibly could.

The general lack of communication (even though there wasn’t a lack of wanting to communicate) meant you went an entire year without a decent conversation. A year that could have easily turned into many - maybe a re-connection at a college reunion - if it had not been for a last minute addition to a White House Poetry Jam.

With an unheard three minute hip hop spin on a founding father in his back pocket, Lin blew your socks off for the first time since In the Heights. You wouldn’t have even seen the performance had it not randomly popped up in your recommended videos on YouTube.

Which is how you found yourself typing a frantic e-mail in a caffeine-induced haze. Something along the lines of ‘what the fuck is this thing about Alexander Hamilton and how can I get involved?

Lin read the e-mail at least twenty times before moving it to his trash folder. He couldn’t let you trickle back into his life just as he began to move on.

You had long-forgotten about the e-mail the next time you had even heard the name Lin-Manuel Miranda. A casual conversation with your parents, who had always supported your close relationship with Lin, mentioning they had watched him on House the other night.

You immediately dropped anything you had planned and tracked down the episode - which turned into two. You were ashamed of the tight hold he still held over you. You considered sending another e-mail.

You chugged a bottle of wine instead.

Time continued to pass as you continued to rise. Promotions (you didn’t even know that word and your name could go together in a sentence until now) and whispers of a successful Lin loomed in the distance.

Having the old team back together wasn’t strange to Lin. What was strange, however, was a distinct absence.

I was thinking.” Tommy drawled, pulling Lin from his musical head space. He had exactly eight hours to figure out how to follow Alexander cheating on Eliza.

“Hmm?” Lin tucked the pencil behind his ear and closed his laptop, affording Tommy all of his attention.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Y/N.”

“Six years is a long time.” He answered, trying to fight the harsh tone. He lost the fight.

“Right. And she’s still heading that arts in public education project, right?” Lin could tell Tommy was easing into it.

Ever since you had announced your departure and Lin had moved on to other projects, you were a rather tense subject for the group. The last update Lin had received about you had been years ago about a guy you had been seeing.

Since then his life had been a strict ‘no Y/N zone’.

“What about her?” He grumbled, returning to his work with one ear still on Tommy.

“Publicly educated students seeing Hamilton free of charge.”  With a sigh, Lin closed his laptop again before glancing at Tommy’s smug face.

“Set up the meeting.”

Getting a call from Tommy had been the last thing you expected on a Saturday night. A quick stop at the Public Theater, a place you hadn’t been since early In the Heights days, was requested of you and you dropped everything to make the appointment.

You didn’t know he would be there.

Sleep deprived as ever. New, shaggy hair framed his face and he looked…taller.

Tommy hadn’t aged a day from the look of it but Lin was more mature somehow. He had more experience without you by his side and while you could sense a certain hostility in his eyes, there was also a particular confidence in his steps. A confidence he started to gain with his first show, but had never blossomed this widely.

It was as if the man you had met so many years ago was just an outline and now you were looking at him all colored in. Bright and pristine - there was some coloring outside the lines and the shading wasn’t perfect but he was Lin.

You just wished you had dressed up a bit more.

“Tommy.” You whispered into his chest, a breath of solidarity as he tucked you close. A long forgotten friend. Next was Alex, who was grinning as widely as ever. He greeted you softly and passed you along to Lin.

Tommy shared a look with Alex as they stepped to the side, mumbling an excuse you didn’t care enough to listen to.

“Stranger.” You greeted. No handshake.

“Big shot.” He acknowledged, taking you in.

Your hair was shorter and darker. It was a more professional cut than the one you used to throw up into a bun at the Richard Rogers. Your clothes fit better now, you had the time and money to shop for nicer things. If the disheveled blazer was any indication, you had just gotten off work.

“Oh, uh, this-” You made work of straightening out your jacket, tugging at the sleeves to flatten them out. “Busy morning, I didn’t have time to-”

“I’m glad you’re back.” He cut in, rushed. You didn’t realized this meeting was a re-entrance into this life. You definitely wished you could have dressed up.

“Me too.” And you were in his arms for the first time in years. The hug confirmed your suspicions that he was taller - or maybe he was just standing a little straighter now. “What can I do for you guys?”

It was an absurd idea, to say the least. Thousands of public school children attending their show free of charge. Not just in New York, but wherever they performed.

And he hadn’t even finished writing the damn thing yet.

“I’m close!” Lin promised. He wasn’t, really.

After refining the details - how it would work, who would get to participate, when it would happen - there was only one last thing to figure out. Who was going to pay for it all?

“That’s where you come in.” A finger was shoved in your direction as all three men eagerly looked at you. Ah, right. The Rockefeller Foundation.

“Something like this will take months to plan and approve.” You answered honestly, watching them deflate. “But, I’m going to give as much of my attention to this as I possibly can. We’re gonna have to be in contact a lot over the next few weeks.”

“That’s fine with us.” Alex promised.

“Yeah, we missed you.” Lin added.

Some more than others.” Tommy finished with an elbow to Lin’s side. Lin coughed to cover his embarrassment as he responded with a harsher jab into Tommy’s side.

“I’ll get started on this right away.” You stood as you checked your watch. The boys followed, all mumbling similar sentiments about how great it was to see you again.

Shrugging on the blazer you had discarded earlier, you sling your bag across you shoulder and make for the door.

“I’m running late but I’ll let you guys know when I have something for you, you know where to reach me!” You called, the quick and distant click of the door behind you signalling your hasty departure.

“So.” Tommy drawled as Lin stood in awe in the direction of the door, “Still totally in love with her?”

Lin didn’t answer, brushing past the men as he walked deeper into the theater, back to his laptop. A sudden inspiration for an Eliza lyric he had been stuck on for weeks came to mind.

I look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit.

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Grencia Mars Elijah Guo Eckener (Cowboy Bebop)

As a last minute addition, I’m going to quickly put in an honorable mention for Grencia Mars Elijah Guo Eckener, or Gren for short, of the timeless and extremely popular anime classic, Cowboy Bebop. This show takes place in a futuristic world of space, spaceships, space crime, and the bounty hunters that dot the skies, such as the protagonists below. 

Gren is a minor character, making a 2 episode appearance in a more serious of the show’s plot arcs. Ta is a retired war veteran of the Titan War, where ta bonded personally with the main protagonist’s (Spike)’s nemesis, Vicious. After the war Gren is tried as a spy and imprisoned for 3 years.

When I came home from the war they put me in prison. They thought I was a spy. I heard it was Vicious that testified against me, I started to go crazy. So they gave me some new drug they were testing on prisoners. It was highly addictive, and the side effects? Well, my hormones went out of balance and this is what happened.”―Gren explaining to Faye Valentine. 

“This,” being that now, Gren, before a fully physical male, now possesses both male and female characteristics, such as enlarged breasts and wide hips. Ta explains this to protagonist Faye, who confronts ta in the shower. Ta de explanation seems matter-of-fact and free of turmoil that ta de body has been altered, and ta seems very comfortable with ta de more effeminate form. 

After being imprisoned Gren lives in a town with no physically female residents, and plays the saxophone at a bar. Ta finally gets his revenge on Vicious, seen in a confrontational scene at the end of the second episode. 

I bring up this confrontation specifically because of Gren’s wardrobe and air of carrying himself through this tense scene. Ta wears robes that cling to ta de form, not attempting to hide ta de feminine traits and rather accentuating them in a beautiful way. Ta speaks to his traitor with an air of calm fury, standing straight and tall, and accepting that ta de death may come at this moment.

It is very evident that gender, or being transgender, is the last thing on Gren’s mind at this point in ta de life. Ta has lived and suffered, and bodily changes may have been a part of that, but they have not defined ta as a winner or a loser, as good or bad, as normal or strange, male or female. I honor Gren because ta is a beautifully strong transgender soul in a futuristic world, honoring the transgender realm by being so strong. 

Gren is injured during this conflict and is cast away in ta de spaceship back to Titan, where ta dies peacefully.

so i know everyones screaming over ep10. like. we got canon gay engagement. we got yurio making friends. we got yuuri poledancing.

but i wanna talk a second about the writing of yoi - and why that poledancing is the best plot twist ive ever seen executed in anime history

plot twists are fun. the yoi fandom so far has called p much every single major plot event (makkachin, the engagement, etc), and its still fun! foreshadowing is amazing!! but what gets me about yuuris drunken fiasco is that no one saw it coming, but it still fits perfectly into the narrative, and that, my friends, is how you do a plot twist

no one saw it coming, but it doesnt make the rest of the narrative confusing. if anything, it explains a ton - why viktor offered to coach yuuri, why chris was so friendly w yuuri, why no one seemed shocked yuuri was doing an eros routine. and im just so stunned bc yuri on ice actually did a plot twist that wasnt easy to see coming, one that no one couldve called, and one that doesnt make us question any other prior part of the narrative. this isnt a last minute addition - this is something planned, something hilarious, and something i ADORE in a literary sense

take note, writers. this is how its fuckin done 

The Dorks Go to Prom! (Kuroo x Reader) (Prom!AU)

Universe: Prom

Character: Kuroo Tetsurou


Originally posted by tetsuruo

As soon as Kuroo stepped out of the dressing room, all eyes fell on him. He caught his reflection in a nearby mirror, and he moved closer to get a better look.

The suit was perfectly cut to accommodate his figure, every inch and every size falling in place just as he had intended them to be. Kuroo pulled at his collar, adjusting it so he could be even more comfortable.

He imagined that reflection of him to be the exact same vision of him during prom. A small smile crossed his face as he imagined her fixing his tie, pinning on his boutonniere, and beaming at him as if he was the only thing that ever mattered to her.

Now, if he could just deal with his hair…

“Forget it.”

Kuroo turned around, looking pointedly at his three companions. Akaashi was lounging on the couch, eyebrows slightly raised as he nodded in approval of Kuroo’s attire. Kenma devoted a good five seconds to observe Kuroo before returning to his phone. Bokuto, who had spoken up, was sitting beside Akaashi and running his hand through his hair.

“What did you say?”

“I said, forget it man,” Bokuto said, pouting a little. “There’s no way you’re looking like that at prom. Hell, even I would want to sleep with you.”

“Is it that bad?” Kuroo turned his attention back to his reflection.

“Don’t listen to him, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi said. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo replied. “Though, if I could only find a good tie…”

“What?” Bokuto raised an eyebrow. “I thought you already bought one?”

“Nah. I’ve been having trouble picking one out,” Kuroo admitted. “Seriously. I shouldn’t be taking more than three weeks to buy a damn tie.”


Kenma’s quiet voice rang out. Kuroo hadn’t noticed that his best friend had gone over to where the ties were being displayed, and was now holding one in his hands.

“Kenma…” Kuroo said, as Kenma came closer, and began putting the tie around Kuroo’s neck. “Why’d you get this?”

“Trust me,” Kenma replied, pulling off a perfect Windsor knot and arranging it carefully so that it fell in the middle of Kuroo’s suit. “You’ll thank me later.”

As soon as Kenma stepped away, Kuroo looked once more at his reflection in the mirror. He smiled, satisfied with the results.

“Y/N’s going to fall head over heels for you, bro,” Bokuto grinned.

“Oh, so she hasn’t, yet?” Kuroo replied cockily, heading to the dressing room to change.

“I’m just saying,” Bokuto said. “Guys like you taking girls like her to prom…she’ll love that. Trust me.”

“Bokuto-san, your prom date rejected you three times before she said yes.”

“Akaashi! You promised you wouldn’t tell! Actually, how does that connect with what I just said?!”


“…and we’re done!” Mrs. L/N placed the last curl over Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, darling. You look so beautiful.”

Y/N stood up, and caught her own reflection in the mirror. Her mother had pulled the first layer of her hair into an elegant bun, and curled the rest, letting them fall over her shoulders. Her dress wasn’t as flashy as the designs that her classmates were more than eager to share with the entire school, but she wasn’t too fond of going all out, even during prom night.

She wore an emerald green dress, with off-the-shoulder short sleeves. The dress fit snugly around her waist with a black satin belt, and stopped just at her knees. The dress had black accents, too, a last-minute addition thanks to Kenma’s little comment about how Kuroo was buying a jet-black suit.

Y/N exhaled slowly, reaching up to rub in her foundation even more. The nerves were starting to come in, rattling her entire being.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Y/N put on a smile and turned to face her mother. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just…nervous, that’s all.”

“For prom? Or about your prom date?”

Y/N’s cheeks burned scarlet at that, and Mrs. L/N laughed. “Goodness, Y/N. You two have been dating for so long, and you still get flustered whenever somebody talks about you or him. That’s so adorable!”

Y/N wrinkled her nose. “C’mon, Mom, it’s nothing like that—“

“Don’t worry, darling.” Mrs. L/N gave her a small kiss on her nose. “You look gorgeous. And if Kuroo thinks otherwise, come find me, and we can discuss where we can hide the body.”

Y/N giggled, and felt a lot more relaxed. Mrs. L/N reached for the box on her dresser, and handed it to Y/N along with her clutch.

At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. Y/N gasped, and immediately reached for her mother’s hands. They listened intently as the door opened, and the voices in the living room could be heard all the way to her room.

“Oh, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N said.

“Good evening, sir,” Kuroo replied. Y/N giggled at the hint of nervousness in his tone—he’d always complained that her dad scared the living hell out of him.

“Good evening to you too. Come on in, she’ll be down in a minute.”

As soon as the door closed, Mrs. L/N turned to Y/N. “It’s now or never, sweetheart.”


“Deep breaths. You look absolutely stunning.”

Y/N took a deep breath, before drawing herself up to her full height, and slipping on her silver stilettos.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”

The walk downstairs was torturous. Y/N couldn’t hear anything except for the blood roaring in her ears, and the rattling breaths that escaped her lips.

What are you so nervous about? she thought. This is Kuroo. This is dorky, kind-of-an-asshole, nerdy Tetsurou. You’ve been dating for months. You know how he looks like.

But even that thought couldn’t prepare her for what she would be seeing as she caught a glimpse of him.

At the sound of her heels thumping lightly against the steps, Kuroo’s head snapped up, and his hands nearly flew to his hair out of habit. Instead, he used them to straighten his suit jacket, and he cleared his throat.

He opened his mouth to greet her…and suddenly, the words got stuck on his tongue.

Y/N shyly descended, looking every bit regal in her emerald green dress. His heart swelled to see the black accents in the fabric, which matched his suit.

When she looked up at him and gave him a small smile, he felt as if his heart would right then and there jump out of its cage. Kuroo had to reach up and loosen the tie around his neck…when the movement caught Y/N’s eye.

She was staring at his tie with an odd-sort of smile, and he looked down at where she was staring. The tie that Kenma had picked out…was emerald green, completely matching her dress.

Kuroo cleared his throat. “So, um…did…”

“Kenma?” Y/N said, laughing slightly. “Yeah. He saw my dress, and told me to match your suit.”

“And he gave me the tie to match your dress,” Kuroo said, laughing in disbelief. “Ah, man. I’m gonna have to find him a date for next year.”

Y/N handed him the box, and he opened it to see the matching boutonniere and corsage. He smiled at her as he motioned for her to come closer, pulling out the corsage and placing the box on the table.

“Wait!” Mrs. L/N came squealing into the room, holding up her phone. “Let me take pictures.”

Y/N bit back a smile as she began to blush. “Mom—“

“Go on, sweetheart. Pretend I’m not here.”

Kuroo laughed quietly, before slipping the corsage around Y/N’s wrist. In return, Y/N pinned the boutonniere on his suit, patting it down careful and fixing his tie.

Out of habit, Y/N reached up to attempt to tame Kuroo’s hair, only to find it slicked back.

“You fixed your hair,” she marveled, and he smirked in response. “How did you do it?”

“With great difficulty,” he replied, and Y/N laughed.

“Oh, you two look so cute! Smile!”

Y/N sighed at her mother’s eagerness, but laced an arm through Kuroo’s anyway. His other hand found hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze as Mrs. L/N took the picture.

“I think we should go,” Kuroo said, checking his watch. “It’s a ten-minute drive, but I suppose you don’t want to be late, Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t,” Y/N agreed. “Okay, let’s go.”

“I want her home by 12, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N suddenly chimed from his spot on the couch.

Kuroo flinched, and Y/N snorted in laughter, hiding it behind her hand. “Yes, sir.”

Then, with Y/N’s arm still in his, Kuroo led her out of the house, with her mother squealing behind them.

As soon as Kuroo helped her into his car, he let out a sigh, visibly relaxing as he got into the driver’s seat. Y/N had to smile at her boyfriend—at least someone was obviously more nervous than she was.

“Kuroo,” she said, placing her hand gently over his own.

“Huh?” Kuroo said, a little too quickly, as he started the car. “We’ll get there in time, I promise—“


“—and I’ll have you home by 12, don’t you worry babe—“


“Did I blow it back there? I thought I could handle it, I thought I was cool—“

Y/N grabbed his chin, and pulled him into a kiss to stop his rambling. Sure enough, Kuroo shut up.

“Calm down,” Y/N said, as soon as they pulled away. “You look so handsome. I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier.”

“And you look absolutely gorgeous,” Kuroo whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Kuroo pressed his lips against hers again, smiling as he pulled away.

“You know, if I get nervous again, do I get another kiss?”

“Don’t push it, Tetsurou.”

“Sapient pearwood is meta-magical and will track its owner absolutely anywhere in time and space,” said Ponder.
“Yes, but not this bit!” said Ridcully.
“I don’t recall ‘not this bit’ ever being recorded as a valid subset of ‘time and space’, sir,” said Ponder. “In fact, ‘not this bit’ has never even been accepted as a valid part of any magical invocation, ever since the late Funnit the Foregetful tried to use it as a last-minute addition to his famously successful spell to destroy the entire tree he was sitting in.”

– not this bit | Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld


On this day in music history: April 7, 1981 - “Street Songs”, the fifth album by Rick James is released. Produced by Rick James, it is recorded at The Record Plant in Sausalito, CA and Motown/Hitsville USA Studios in Hollywood, CA from December 1980 - January 1981. After the poorly received “Garden Of Love” album, Rick James regroups, returning to his hometown of Buffalo, NY writing songs chronicling his life experiences. The albums second single “Super Freak” (#3 R&B, #16 Pop) is a last minute addition, born out of a joke. When one of the members of The Stone City Band jokes that Rick “hasn’t written anything that white people can dance to”, James quickly comes up with funky, new wave flavored song. It receives airplay right out the box while the first single is climbing the charts. The end result is the biggest album of Rick James’ career, spinning off three singles including “Give It To Me Baby” (#1 R&B, #40 Pop) and “Ghetto Life” (#38 R&B). The track “Fire And Desire” (a duet with Teena Marie), though never officially released as a single A-side (an edited version appears as the B-side of “You Turn Me On” in 1984), becomes a huge airplay favorite on R&B and Quiet Storm radio, becoming nearly as popular as the album’s big hits. The album is remastered and reissued as double disc Deluxe Edition in 2001. The first disc includes the full original album plus the 12" mixes and instrumental versions of “Give It To Me Baby” and “Super Freak”. The second disc features a complete unreleased concert recorded at the Long Beach Arena on July 30, 1981, during the Street Songs Tour. It also features two tracks by Teena Marie who was James’ opening act. A single CD edition is issued in 2002 with the original eight song album, with the two 12" mixes of the first two singles included as bonus tracks. “Street Songs” spends twenty weeks at number one on the Billboard R&B album chart, peaking at number three on the Top 200, and is certified 3x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

Fake Diamonds Are An Interrogator’s Best Friend

Originally posted by angelpaigex

Request: For @angelsdeadromance who requested prompt #26 “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake” where the reader is trying to get a female serial killer to confess so she says that to the unsub to get her angry. Reid is in the interrogation room with her and he has a hard time not laughing. 

A/N: I did take some liberties with this one and put Reid and the reader in an established relationship because it fit better. Also if you want to request a fic just drop a character and a scenario in my inbox or a character and the number for a prompt off of this list. You can make the request as simple or as detailed as you want it to be. Side note: If I used your name for a vic’s name or the name of our killer I do apologize.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Some mild descriptions of the crime and murder but nothing too graphic, and some mild foul language

“Hotch please tell me we have something other than that she was in possession of the wedding rings and that she ran?” you asked as you stared through the two-way mirror watching the female unsub sit in the interrogation room quietly humming with her legs crossed at the ankle and hands resting on the table. The BAU had been called in to work a case in Baltimore Maryland. Three women and a man had been murdered over the course of the last month, one a week. All had received quite the beating before receiving a fatal gunshot wound to the back of the head execution style. All of them had been found in alleyways, stripped down to their underwear and all of their wedding rings had been taken. The only thing that the victims appeared to have had in common was that they were married. Well, that was until Garcia did a little digging. 


“Tell me something good Baby Girl.”

“More of a question than a statement, but how do you feel about polygamy chocolate thunder?”

“Mh really not into sharing sweetness,” he shot back smiling. 

“You and Kevin looking into trying some new things, Garcia?” JJ asked. 

“Nothing icky like that my sunshine. Now back to the reason I brought it up. All four of your vics are actually married. Well let me rephrase that, Ian is married to Jessica, Rose, Theresa and here’s the kicker he’s got a fourth wife. Here name is Miranda Kent and she lives well within the desired hunting zone,” Garcia explained and you could hear the keyboard clacking as she typed. 

“I’m sorry you’re telling my this man was married four times and not one of these women had a clue?” Emily asked. 

“Sometimes love can make us blind to the truth,” Rossi replied.

“But only for so long. This is starting to sound like a tale of murders committed by a jilted lover,” you muttered. “Tell me this jerk doesn’t have any more wives.”

“No my sweet, the pig’s last wife and the only one to outlive him is Mrs. Miranda Kent and I have just sent the work and home addresses to your phone,” Garcia replied. 

“Good work Garcia. Morgan, Reid, and Prentis take the work address. JJ, Rossi, (Y/N), and I will go to the house. Kent’s either our killer or she’s our next victim,” Hotch delegated and everyone grabbed their kevlar.

“Spence, wait one sec,” you said jogging over to him. 

“Hm? What’s up?” he asked spinning around to face him. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. You felt him start smiling against your lips as he moved his hand to your neck and tangled a hand in your hair. After years of being together you’d both warmed up to the idea of public displays of affection, always doing so before arrests or dangerous field work just in case something bad happened.

“I love you and please be careful,” you muttered as you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. 

“I love you too, and same goes to you about being careful,” he replied, reaching around to smooth down the velcro on your vest. 

“Hey, lovebirds! You can make out later, we’ve got a suspect to bring in,” Morgan teased, holstering his gun and headed out for one of the SUV’s. The two of you laughed. Even after dating for two years and being engaged for about six months, Morgan never got tired of teasing you and Spencer about how caught up in each other you both were. Spencer pressed one last kiss to your forehead before you both jogged over to separate SUVs. Miranda Kent had been at her house that she shared with Ian, polishing four different wedding rings. 

(Back to the present)

“Unfortunately no. All we can prove is that she was in possession of rings and because they are wiped clean of prints and blood there isn’t any way to prove she was the one who murdered them,” Hotch said as he came up and stood beside you. “We need a confession.”

“And you’re planning on getting one how?” 

“Not me, you and Reid are.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“We profiled that these were crimes both premeditated and crimes of passion. You and Spencer are one of the happiest engaged couples I’ve ever seen. If Miranda is our killer she probably realized that her husband was finding happiness somewhere else. Seeing a happy couple might just put her on edge,” Hotch explained. 

“Makes sense, just give me a minute to grab Spence,” you said and walked off toward the break room. You found your lovely fiance enjoying a cup of coffee and talking to Morgan. 

“How’s interrogation going?” Derek asked.

“Hasn’t started yet. I need to borrow you,” you said turning your attention back to Spencer. 

“Sure what’s up?”

“Well, Hotch seems to think that seeing a happy couple would somehow trigger an agitated response which might get us the confession we need to convict, but I’m thinking we need to come at this from a different angel,” you explained. 

“Whatcha thinking mama?” Derek asked taking an interest in your plan. 

“Well think about it, Miranda killed the three women and her husband because they weren’t being faithful. Ian wasn’t being faithful to their marriage and each of those women she saw as one of the reasons for him being unfaithful.”

“Not following how this is going to help us in interrogation. What are you going to do convince her that you and Reid are having an affair of some kind?” Morgan asked, laughing at the ridiculous idea. 

“Exactly,” you answered. “Now let’s see,” you commented pulling Spencer so that he was standing up straighter. “Morgan go find me something that looks like a wedding ring.” Derek rolled his eyes and muttered something about having to do all the work. After he’d left, you tugged Spencer’s tie over his head and undid the top two buttons on his shirt. 

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, going slightly rigid as you pressed your lips against his throat. 

“Because we are amping up the sexy cheater aspect,” you clarified as you pulled away satisfied with the hickey that was now visible on the high right side of his neck. 

“By making it look like we had a quicky in the break room?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

 “Well something like that,” you replied smiling goofily and slipped your engagement ring into your pocket. “Having an affair with a married man might just get under her skin.” You ruffled your hair so that it fell in a more alluring way around your face and ditched your blazer. 

“Alright here’s your- woah, am I interrupting something,” Derek asked walking back in and taking note of both of your changes in appearance. 

“Just some last minute additional touches to sell this thing as much as possible,” you replied fixing the collar on your shirt. 

“Whatever you say Baby Girl and here is your ring. Borrowed it from Officer Jackson and promised to return it within the hour,” Morgan told you and handed the ring to Reid who slipped it on. You looked yourself over and Spencer, deciding that it was quite convincing. You slipped your hand in his and dragged him off toward interrogation. 

“(Y/N) what did you do?” Hotch asked, clearly confused as the two of you came around the corner. 

“Trust me Hotch, I’ll get our confession,” you assured him and picked up the case file, straightening your pile. Hotch gave you a look but chose not say anything as you and Reid walked into interrogation. “Miranda Kent my name is Special Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and this is Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid,” you said taking a seat in front of her and Spencer sitting down beside you. 

“Pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid and to formally meet you Agent (Y/L/N). You look much nicer when you’re not handcuffing me against a wall for crimes I did not commit,” she said smiling sweetly at you.

“Well you know when you try to run from law enforcement, it tends to cast a guilty shadow on you,” you shot back resting your hands on the table.

“I’m behind on my rent,” she defended, crossing her arms. 

“And the landlord usually sends the FBI to collect rent?” 

“Look I don’t know what you think you have on me, but I didn’t kill my husband or those women. I don’t even know them,” she snapped. 

“You were in possession of the women’s wedding rings as well as your husband’s,” Spencer said. 

“Sometimes my husband takes his ring off and forgets to put it back on when he’s home,” Miranda explained. 

“Now see I don’t think a happily married man would just forget to put his ring back on or for some reason be in possession of three other sets of women’s wedding rings. I mean, Spence would you?”

“No, I shower with mine,” he replied. 

“I know you do,” you chuckled running your fingers up his arm. Miranda’s eyes flicked between the two of you. “Oh sorry, sometimes I forget that our relationship shouldn’t be brought up during work.”

“Relationship? You two married or something?” Miranda asked.

“Well, I guess we would technically call it an affair because he’s married but I am about to become a sister wife,” you squealed feigning excitement. Spence looked like he was about to bust out laughing and you pinched his thigh. “See people like you are what ruin our kind of relationships,” you said getting up and draping yourself over Spencer’s shoulders. “A wife like you is bound to get jealous.”

“For the hundredth time, I do not know those women. Look I just lost my husband and I’ve got no idea where the other wedding rings came from,” she said frustratedly. 

“So the rings of three dead women as well as your husband just happen to be in your possession?” Spencer asked.

“Yes. Have you ever considered it might all be one giant coincidence?”

“You’re lying Miranda.”

“And I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” you said leaning forward, “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” You watched as she narrowed her eyes at you and visibly paled. You saw Spencer raise an eyebrow at you and smirk like he was about to start laughing so you stepped on his foot. You had no clue whether or not it was fake, but you were baiting her and it was working. 

“What are you talking about?” she demanded. 

“You see the way that the light is glinting off that stone, it doesn’t sparkle like a real diamond would. That is nothing more than some cheap glass. Ian probably bought it for you at a costume jewelry shop,” you clarified, sitting back down in your chair. 

“No, no that’s not possible,” she muttered trying to keep from shaking. 

“Oh but I’m afraid it is, and its funny the diamonds in Jessica, Rose, and Theresa’s rings were all authentic. He must’ve cared about them more than he cared about you. It’s a good thing that my future hubby loves me as much as he loves his wife. I’ve been promised a 1.5 carat diamond ring with two rubies surrounding it,” you explained wrapping your arm around Spencer’s and leaning your head on his shoulder. That was the final straw. Something in Miranda broke and she lunged across the table for you. Both you and Spencer quickly recoiled back as Morgan and Hotch charged the room, pinning Miranda back in her chair. 

“You’re wrong stupid bitch! Ian loved me most, those other whores were just distractions that kept him away from me!” she growled.

“That’s why you killed them? To get your husband back?” you asked, “if so why would you kill Ian?”

“Because he found out what I was doing and tried to stop me. If I couldn’t have him to myself, no one could,” she growled. Miranda looked you and Spencer up and down. Until this point, you hadn’t realized that he was holding you. “That’s all you whores are, homewreckers.” 

“Do you know how I know that diamond is a fake?” you asked quietly reaching in your pocket as you leaned toward her. 

“No, but I’m sure you are going to tell me,” she sneered. 

“Because mine is the real deal,” you replied sliding your ring on your finger. “He’s not married and we aren’t having an affair. He’s my fiance. Your first mistake was not leaving your asshole of a husband when you found out he was cheating on you and got married to the other woman,” you said in the same sweet tone that she had used with you earlier. You smiled and grabbed Spencer’s hand, starting to leave interrogation and headed for coffee. 

“You were awesome in there,” Spencer said as he poured two cups, one for you and one for him. 

“Eh, all in a day’s work. Just had to find the right angle to get under her skin. Although, you did almost ruin it when you started laughing,” you replied bumping his shoulder. 

“Sorry, it was hard to keep it together. The idea of sharing your significant other with another person is ridiculous to me,” he explained stirring his sugar. 

“Not into sharing, Dr. Reid?” you asked teasing him by quoting Derek from earlier that day. 

“Not at all,” he said lowly, almost growling as he wrapped his arms around you, lacing his fingers together behind your back. You giggled draping your arms over his shoulders and brushed your lips against his. 

“When we get back, I’m thinking we go out tonight. Dinner, drinks, and then head back to my apartment for some more private entertainment,” you suggested, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he muttered in reply. 

“Alright you two, let’s pack up and go home,” Hotch said sticking his head in the room. “And don’t even think about joining the mile high club on the jet ride home.” You and Spencer both burst out laughing at his comment. You pulled away after giving him one last kiss and walked off in search of your bag. 

 “Told you I’d get the confession,” you muttered as you passed Hotch. He gave you on of his rare smiles and shook his head. 

anonymous asked:

Really? An IH pairing was one sided from narrative angle?! When half of the main cast e.g. ishida,chad,tatsuki, Matsumoto, urahara,yoruichi,If we think deeply (Rukia and Renji too) were supportive of Orihime's love for ichigo but not a single character was there who showed support for IR pairing. It was because there was no romance to begin with. Kubo has been using half of main cast since SS arc to the last arc to show support for orihime's love towards ichigo.


…..y’all need to stop shooting yourselves in the foot, ferreal.

Because, uh… l… I dunno if you’ve noticed, anon, but you’ve named a number of people who were indeed supportive of IH (which I’ve admitted over and over??? are you guys just sending generic anon hate without the faintest idea of what the receiving party has said in the past?) at one point or another, except for one.

Not sure if he’s even worth mentioning, tbh, his own feelings aren’t all that important re: the story, or indeed, said relationship.

Also, um… hate to break it to ya, but out of all the people you named?  The only one who was supportive of Orihime’s happiness* as early on as the SS arc?  Ishida.  Everyone else even people for whom it was terribly OOC to meddle in other’s affairs was forced into doing it by their creator to lend some sorely needed credibility to the pair started joining in around the Arrancar arc, and some were pretty last-minute additions.

* Please learn the difference between being supportive of someone’s feelings and happiness in general, and being supportive of a pairing.  Also, the difference between the latter and being an irreverent troll.

P.S. Lmao, Renji I’ll agree 1000% with, no ‘deep thought’ necessary.  Boy had skin in the game

P.P.S. “not a single character was there who showed support for IR pairing” lolokay

Damn. : Andy Biersack Imagine 

 "Just one more interview and then we’re free.“ Andy groaned. "Impatient much?” Ashley joked. Black veil brides were doing interviews for their upcoming tour with a band they had yet to meet. It was a last minute addition after Juliet dropped out because of her relationship with Andy falling out. It had been a couple months so Andy was completely fine. The guys sat on the couch side by side and answered multiple questions they’ve answered a thousand times before. 

While the interviewer was speaking, the door opened and everyone heard it. Andy had not looked up yet only because he was too busy day dreaming. The only reason he had stopped was because everyone was silent. Andy finally broke is gaze on the floor and looked up to where everyone’s attention was at. He saw three guys, tattooed, tall, one had glasses, one had a hat, and the other was plain. All wore black but what everyone was looking at was the girl that was with them. She was shorter than them, dressed in black like the rest and was oblivious to the attention. They were speaking with the BVB manager so not even the guys noticed the room had gone silent. 

 "Um, so thank for being here guys,“ the interviewer finally spoke and turned to the camera, "stay tuned, next we have Y/B/N for their first interview!” The camera turned off and Andy thought how weird it must of have been for the viewers of the live stream to witness the silence. Andy watched as Y/B/N walked to the couch they were just on, the girl sitting in the middle of the guys. “Welcome back! We’re here with Y/B/N for their first interview! Please state your name and what you do in the band.” The dude interviewing was looking at the girl the whole time so she spoke first. 

“My name is Y/N and I play guitar.” Andy only heard her because after she spoke his ears blocked out the sounds of everyone. “Y/N…” He though to himself. A/N: kinda lame I know but I wanted to at least write SOMETHING xx

A Thought About The Raven Cycle

Okay guys so I am just gonna put this out there:

I love Pynch. I really, really do. They are one of my OTPS. Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch are ground shakers, they are amazing, I love them so much.

BUT, when people act like the only reason reading The Raven Cycle is worthwhile is because of Pynch, that BREAKS MY HEART.

I mean, there is literally so much to love about the Raven Cycle. It is such an amazing series and no part of it is skip-worthy.

You have Blue and Gansey, who are well developed characters in an equally well developed ship. Like, they exist outside of their feelings for one another, they don’t lean on the typical YA hetero romance tropes where the guy is a brooding, dark asshole who exists to make out with the protagonist and win fans over with his silly angst and witty comebacks. Gansey and Blue’s relationship doesn’t rely on any sort of sexual factor at all. They fall in love without the help of frantic, passionate make-out scenes. And their love makes SENSE. You don’t wonder why the hell they are in love, and it isn’t that bullshit Insta-Love that is so popular with straight couples in YA. That is just… so fucking…. nice.

And the women of 300 Fox Way! Don’t even get me started on how amazing they are! I mean, here we have a whole cast of adult women in a YA novel who are complex and realistic and powerful and all of them are unique and fascinating. Each woman is a person, they exist outside of their usefulness to the protagonists. I love them dearly.

Noah Czerny is also such a unique fucking character. He always seems to fall between the cracks, but let me tell you, Noah is just as thought out and developed as the rest. The more you learn about him, the more heartbreaking his story becomes. You can’t NOT love him.

Henry Cheng, anyone? I hope you didn’t make it all the way to the 4th book and still believe that Pynch is the only good thing in the series, because even this last minute addition of Henry to the Gangsey is fantastic. Like, Henry is a snatcher of hearts??? I love that he is so different in TRK from how he is portrayed in Blue Lily Lily Blue. I guess it just goes to show that people become more complex, become more like REAL PEOPLE, once you actually take the time to get to know them? That’s so beautiful? Henry is so beautiful?

Hell, even Mr. Gray is a show-stopping character. Who would have ever thought that the hitman who rolled into town to fuck people over would actually become this surprisingly lovable character who doesn’t judge all the other characters for their weirdness and who forms a relationship with his girlfriend’s daughter when his girlfriend isn’t even around. Like he just genuinely gets along with her. No needless angst.

All of the characters, even the villains and side characters, are incredibly well developed and real feeling. The plot is so raw and genuine and every relationship, platonic or otherwise, is so well executed.

One of these well executed relationships is Pynch, yes. They are my favorite pairing in the book, and Ronan is my favorite character. I can’t imagine The Raven Cycle without Pynch.

But I ALSO can’t imagine The Raven Cycle without any of the characters and elements it currently has, either.

So yeah, every aspect of The Raven Cycle is phenomenal, please do not simplify it all to being one good ship with some surrounding events.

Okay, thank you, this has been a rant from yours truly.

with a smile like hers

for @son-of-rome, here’s my first retaliation of the angst war. partially inspired by a hc of the ever beautiful @percyyoulittleshit
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Piper squints into the distance and raises a hand to shield her eyes from the mid afternoon sun. “Is that them?”

Jason sits up beside her, features adorably scrunched as he tries to focus across the rolling green lawns of Central Park. He rearranges his glasses on his nose and says, “Yeah, I think so. But -”

“Oh, they’ve got Ava.” Piper waves, and Annabeth waves back with the hand not holding Percy’s little sister’s.

“Hey, guys, sorry we’re a little late,” Percy says sheepishly as they approach, stopping just at the edge of the picnic rug Jason and Piper have spread out.

Annabeth wipes some loose curls back off her forehead and says, a little breathlessly, “We have a last minute addition to the picnic, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all!” Piper exclaims, smiling brightly at the seven year old standing before her. “You’re always great fun, aren’t you, Ava?”

Ava smiles, chubby cheeks dimpling, and nods.

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