#I'm not happy I had to pull in three different servers but I got him in the end 1 copy and I'm okay

[td-art-storage]

[mintyisms]

The Game Grumps Play Danganronpa V3

Chapter Five Starters

"We've heard your thoughts and we're glad you opened up a dialogue and we will consider all things going forward."

"I had my arm severed!"

"I've got a media server and I'm just downloading whatever comes out. I mean...ripping the Blu-ray of it that I bought."

"Let's get existential, baby!"

"He went off to be a crazy lunatic."

"What's on the menu? Oh, Olive Garden."

"I'll bring him endless soup and salad."

"I was gonna make out with you, but now I'm not gonna."

"Damn, it's almost like stairs lead up."

"I'm a dirty little piggy."

"Can that fucking robot bear talk?"

"I remember that I hate robots."

"It's a first edition Charizard. Definitely PSA 10."

"We need to do that thing where we hold him up and then like duct tape him to the wall and then he's just stuck to the wall."

"She has the laws of God and anime on her side."

"I didn't know you were into Legos."

"Sorry, I'm an edgelord."

"We're surrounded by a bunch of problems, but a bitch ain't one."

"Anybody got any jelly? No reason."

"Here, try this kool-aid."

"Did you miss free mallet day at the Wells Fargo? They're giving mallets away! All you have to do is sign up for a credit card!"

"I waited too long and I forgot the joke."

"I see you ignored my previous warning about not screwing around, so quit screwing around!"

"Get bigger doors."

"I wanna rage."

"Little did we know he would turn out to be so friendly and dead."

"Aw, man, it does suck out here."

"Hell, yeah, let's play some baseball."

"Wouldn't it be really inconvenient if someone killed you?"

"Everyone's been to space. Even Earth's in space."

"Pardon, me, m'lady, may I pet and or skritch the doggo?"

"Oh! The manhole cover!"

"I'm so fucking dumb."

"Are they doing a mad, three hour goon sesh?"

"Is he...thinking about me?"

"My body? Well, it's bangin'."

"The whole world is fine. We're in Des Moines, Iowa. Everyone is alive."

"Notice I didn't say put on pants."

"There's a fucking obstacle course with bombs and shit."

"We all learned that killing is badong, which is bad and wrong at the same time."

"It's going to be fun and weird repopulating the earth with someone that does not care for me."

"I should scream, but not loudly."

"Go take a shit, bitch."

"I'm not convinced he's dead."

"It really takes the power out of your words when you burp like that."

"I just let Jesus take the wheel."

"Why is everyone being so suspicious?"

"This is highly unorthodox bathroom behavior."

"You have to feed it after midnight. Or don't feed it after midnight? Fuck it, I don't remember."

"I'm highly emotional, and that blocks critical thinking."

"Pull up your pants, dude. Adults have their pants all the way up."

"These goddamn smart TVs are so stupid."

"I want to apologize for the display of anger you are about to see."

"I threw the remote as hard as I could against the wall and then screamed at it on the floor like it was a dying child."

"We pay ten times more for everything in this world and nothing works."

"I wish I could go to the moon right now."

"No. Everything you say is wrong, so no."

"Let's show him that these snoots can't be booped!"

"I'm gonna to shoot someone with a crossbow."

"This is not looking good for our Samsung brand deal."

"Find a different song to sing."

"Dude, it looks like I have three toes."

"Watching him? Like what, voyeuristically?"

"My hand looks like a butt. I never noticed before."

"Addressing someone is the first step to not ignoring them."

"Let's not get happy."

"It's funishment time!"

"Are you gonna play this until you die?"

"You'll all survive this as along as that dumbass detective with the pervert hat doesn't unravel all of this."

"You gotta force stop when Windows stops responding."

"I don't care. This is all a farce anyway."

"This is the Oreo with the most stuff."

"Wow, someone actually thought a logical thought here."

"Should I show my dick to the people watching? Will that make me have higher ratings?"

"Literally nothing changed but two people dying."

"If you made out with me right now you'd be covered in some kind of pomegranate juice."

"You guys are training without me? What the fuck?"

[aspecsolstice]

Analysis of Clues to What Likely Caused Flan's Exile

Hi all! This post is in response to a question from the NDM Discord server that I got very carried away with answering. Instead of posting yet another lengthy wall of text on there (which I often can't help from doing, haha), I decided this was worth making into a post and trying out in the tumblr format! Especially since I'd been considering making a casual blog on here anyway. Without further ado:

Just like my dear friend Laura, I've always thought that Keagan was the reason for Flan's exile, and there are definitely strong clues in certain asks that I'd like to point to in support of that idea, even if they don't directly confirm anything.

Before I really dive into those specific clues, let me first provide my understanding of the timeline, since I might be off on a thing or two but this is how I've interpreted it:

1). For what seems to be most of the 200-year-long war, Flan acted very differently

(confirmed change by Maeve and Robin, the latter giving a timeline to it by saying he was “apparently kind of a jackass during the war”, and this is something I'll get to later, but it's worth noting this was specifically a response to a question about how he used to flirt)

2). Flan and Keagan get involved and subsequently get each other hurt in different ways sometime prior to the end of the War

(not confirmed events of course, but if true, I think the implications are that they were nearing the end and had a lot to do with it, but still prior, due to the state Flan was in:

First, Keagan was said to have “distinguished himself during the War of the Courts as someone with a knack for intrigue and espionage” with whispers of him having been involved with “the end of the War,” which can reasonably be interpreted as him having deceived and betrayed Flan to get the info he needed to help him turn the tides

And second, it was specifically said that “before the conclusion of the War,” Flan technically did cross the border into Finias, but only when “time was of the essence, and he… Well. Let’s just say he wasn’t quite in the right state of mind to take in the surroundings,” which to me speaks not only of his understandable PTSD from the horrors of such a long war but a specific state that resulted from a recent event, such as a fresh betrayal, as well as whatever wolf-form-related damage was implied to be done to Keagan in return potentially also weighing on him)

3). Then after the conclusion of the War, Flan is either formally exiled or otherwise forced by circumstance to spend time away from the new Unseelie capital

I tried to keep the above to just establishing the timeline of the events I'd like to discuss, but with that done, I'm ready to get more into the meat of the evidence heavily implying that not only did Flan change as a result of betrayal by a lover during the War, but that he was publicly shamed in some way over the relationship, supporting the idea that it had far more impactful repercussions than a broken heart alone and led to his exile.

The strongest implications are found in three responses to asks about how Flan used to flirt, starting with the one where Maeve acknowledges his change and says, “I’m not happy about how he ended up learning some of the lessons he did, but it’s best to leave the past in the past, in some cases.” I touched on Robin's response earlier, but I'd like to pull a later quote from that same ask where they caution, “This is going to sound a little strange coming from me, but I’d avoid giving the guy a hard time over it, if I were you.” The echo and weight of these two responses, especially considering the latter to be such an uncharacteristically serious one from Robin, imply that these “lessons” Flan learned in regards to his flirting involved pretty severe consequences.

Then there's the glaring fact that Robin isn't even speaking from firsthand experience here (given how she wasn't around during the War), and Flan is not really the kind of person to confide in him about such personal matters willingly (nor would Maeve be the one to spill Flan's secrets if he confided them in her), raising the important question of how Robin came to be so knowledgeable about it in the first place. However, I believe this is answered in a third such ask about Flan's past flirting, where the dev statement to me suggests that not just Robin, but the public as a whole is at least partially aware of the situation.

They might not know the details, but something appears to be known based on the statement that, “Most folks are too intimidated to flirt with the Unseelie King, especially given… Well, never mind. Let’s just say Flannán was not always so austere nor hesitant to trust affection. For better or worse, he’s changed quite a bit since the War.” In addition to further supporting the idea of Flan having been betrayed by a lover during that time (specifically being left unable to “trust” the way he could before), this quote speaks volumes about what's being left unsaid when it intentionally trails off, especially when paired with tags on a different post that again emphasize how Flan is “#man's not as willing to display vulnerability these days #particularly so to the public.”

When you combine all the clues, these are clear indications to me that whatever changed Flan was not only traumatic and romance-related but somehow a relatively well-known affair (i.e. to the point that Robin finds out post-war and treats it seriously, that it apparently makes “most folks” even more hesitant to flirt with him, and that Flan is now painfully mindful of the public's perception of him as a result), implying that at least some degree of public shame over the relationship was involved.

Under the KeaFlan interpretation, there are many different possibilities for how this could have played out (no way to know whether it took place when Keagan's betrayal was first discovered or later near the time of Flan's exile, what person or situation actually outed Flan in the public eye, how much was revealed, how many were actually there to witness it vs how much was spread by word of mouth, etc.). Regardless, the bottom line is that it would make perfect sense as the kind of affair he might be publicly shamed over and face consequences for, due to the betrayal impacting far more than just Flan on a personal level by granting the Seelie a turning point in the War.

This situation thus lines up with the timing and all of the beats of what's been established or implied, as well as naturally providing a case for why Lugaid would go to such an extreme as exile to punish his chosen successor:

From his perspective, not only did Flan's “weakness” give the Seelie the edge in the first place, but he then failed to redeem himself by turning things back in the Unseelie's favor before the War ended. On top of that, Lugaid might see fit to distance himself from Flan due to the latter bringing public disgrace depending on how that played out (though I'm not discounting the possibility of Lugaid himself being the one to shame him in the interest of “teaching him a lesson,” it just seems likely he'd want to handle it privately if possible, to keep from publicly undermining his legacy).

-

Also, for fun as a quick added bonus, I did find what I believe to be another clue relating to Flan's exile, but this one relates to his life post-exile. I don't have any particularly strong leanings on exact location (though I loved reading the ideas people had on Discord!), but after this find, I'm definitely of the belief that Maeve was with him, if not for the entire exile then at least for some amount of time right before his return. As we know, Robin was not around for the war, and it's said that they “'joined' the Unseelie Court prior to Maeve and Flannán returning to the capital.”

“Returning to the capital” is vague enough that it wouldn't have to mean returning together from Flan's exile, such as if the two had been on a short trip away. Even so, I think it's likely, given how this particular return to the capital is being framed as something significant to the timeline.

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Birthday Scenarios - Kaeya, Zhongli and Thoma

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI

Before anyone ask, yes, i love writing for these three.

I'm alive. Tbh i don't have any excuses except i haven't had a lot of motivations for fanfictions lately. I'm mostly writing for my OCs and all. Plus, my Winter semester is already coming to an end so you guessed it... Lots of work.... Anywaaaaay. At the moment I'm posting this, my birthday is in two hours HELP. So i just thought I'd write these ideas I had a while ago!

Warnings: It's kinda angsty... I think. But it all ends well!

A/N: Tried gto make it gender neutral, as usual! I'm literally brain dead, so please excuse any big mistakes and tell me if i made some ;;

Content under the cut!

Kaeya

“I’ll be leaving now! I should be back by 3pm.” You told Kaeya, taking your keys that were hanging by the door.

Your boyfriend came to you and gently hugged you. Today was your birthday, and you looked so happy, he couldn’t help himself but smile too. You had planned to go out for a brunch and to go shopping with friends, hence why you were leaving.

“Alright then snowflake, be careful. And call me if you need anything, okay?” he said, kissing your forehead.

You happily nodded and kissed him quickly, before telling goodbye. Once he made sure you were on your way, he ran into his closet. There, he pulled a big plastic box, filled with different decorations, snacks and gifts. He knew that you would be gone for a few hours, so now was the time to prepare your apartment for the party. Still, he did not have a second to lose. He wanted everything to be perfect to surprise you. He smiled to himself as he started to prepare everything; he couldn’t wait to see your surprised eyes and smiled.

You had been waiting on your friends for quite a while now. You arrived at the restaurant around 10, just like you and your friends agree. Now, noon was right around the corner, and you were still sitting at a table, alone. The servers were giving you apologetic looks and would slide a few appetizers on your table. Yet, you didn’t have the strength to eat them. You were trying to hold your tears, and you could feel your throat closing up. You were already looking miserable, and you did not want to draw more attention on you than you needed. Finally, another hour passed, and you decided to leave. You kept looking at the ground as you walked out as quickly as you could from the restaurant, feeling totally humiliated.

Kaeya froze when he heard the sound of keys opening the door. His eye darted to the digital clock on the oven, it was barely over 1 pm! Why were you home already? The cake wasn’t ready, the sink was still full of dirty dishes, and he was covered in cake batter and icing! What would you think of all of that? All of his questions went away as he saw your face. He felt his heart swelling with worries. Heck, you wouldn’t even look at him.

“Y/N! You’re home early!” he exclaimed, trying to be cheerful. “Did something happen?”

You didn’t even look up, only shaking you head. This sadly confirmed his worries; something went wrong. He quickly put the cake in the oven and took his dirty apron off. He then walked to you, taking your hands in his.

“Hey it’s okay love… I know it’s not perfect, but we can still celebrate together, no?”

You wiped your tears quickly, giving Kaeya a soft smile. But before you could answer, there was a knock at the door. You froze, thinking it was your “friends”. And, frankly, you didn’t feel like seeing them anymore. At least, not today. Kaeya broke away from the hug and he went to open the door. Soon enough, you were met by members of the Knight of Favonius, all carrying gifts and snacks in their arms.

“Y/N! Happy Birthday! I’ve got you the best gift ever!” Klee said happily, gently pulling on your hand to get your attention.

“I invited them…” said Kaeya. “I hope you don’t mind. We all wanted to celebrate this special day together.”

Zhongli

He looked over everything one last time, making sure he had everything he needed to celebrate your birthday. As an archon who had lived over 6000 years, birthdays were not such a big deal to him. But he knew how important they were to humans, and so he decided to make something special for you. Plus, he knew that you were not eternal, so he wanted to make sure he could spend any special occasion with you. He just wished to spend time with you and to make you happy. As he finally finished checking everything, he smiled to himself. Everything was perfectly planned, and he was pretty confident that you’d like the celebration. At that exact moment, he heard a soft knock on his office door. He turned around, and you were shyly standing in the doorway, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Y/N! How are you dear? Do you need something?”

You school your head, still not looking at him. Instead, you were looking everywherebut at him. The vase on his desk, the curtains, even his shoes. But you wouldn’t look at him in the eyes. This worried him; he had never seen you acting like this before. He pulled a second chair in front of his before gesturing for you to sit down in front of him, which you did.

“Zhongli… Are you sure you wish to celebrate my birthday?” you asked, looking at your knees.

As he was taken aback by your question, he did not answer right away.

“You know Zhongli… I’m only a human and you are the ex geo archon… I know how birthdays are so insignificant to you, you’ve seen so many of them in the past. You don’t have to force yourself for me, a simple human, mortal being.”

Zhongli felt his heart breaking into tiny pieces at your statement. Did you really think that you were a simple human? He hated that you thought so badly of yourself. He truly loved you, with his whole heart. He wanted to show how much he loved you in all the possible ways. And, for him, celebrating your birthday was one way to show you his love. He delicately took your hands into his. He tried to look at you, but you were still avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N… Can you look at me?” As you finally met his gaze, he smiled softly before continuing. “I love you my dear, I really do. To me, you are the love of my life, you are the only one. I cannot imagine my life without you. Please, do not refer to you as a mere mortal. Of course, there is nothing wrong with being a mortal, but to me, you are so much more than that. I actually love celebrating your birthday, and I am honoured to be celebrating this special day with you.”

A few seconds went by, where you looked at each other without saying anything. Soon enough, a smile appeared on your lips, and Zhongli felt relieved as you smiled. Before he knew it, you had wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him.

“Thank you so much Zhongli…”

Thoma

You begrudgingly got up as your alarm went off. The Sun was barely out, and yet you had to get ready to go to work. You had tried to get the day off, to spend the day with Thoma, your boyfriend. Sadly, your boss denied your request, saying that some work needed to be done today… As you were still new to your job, you didn’t dare to argue with your boss. Even if you had been working non-stop for three weeks now. To be honest, you had been working so much, you totally forgot what day it was today. Thoma’s soft breathing brought you back to Earth. You smiled softly; he was asleep, and he looked so adorable. You kissed his cheek softly before getting out of bed. You guys had been dating for less than a year, and you didn’t even know if he remembered your birthday. But as your work keeping you busy, you didn’t even care.

But of course, Thoma remembered! He had been planning today for a few weeks now, and he was pretty excited to prepare everything for your birthday. As soon as you left the apartment, he got up and started gathering everything he needed. Once he was ready, he made his way to the Komore tea house, where he decided to hold the party.

“Alright Thoma! We’ve finished putting all the decorations!” Paimon exclaimed, showing him proudly the decoration she had hung up.

“Thank you Paimon...!” Thoma answered, smiling at Paimon. He had just finished cooking your favourite dishes and he was now setting up a table.

“Please, tell me it’s not another hot pot game…” Lumine asked, clearly anxious.

“Of course not! The hot pot game is nice but, this time we’re celebrating Y/N’s birthday! Don’t worry about it.” The blond answered with a laugh.

It was now 6pm, and you were supposed to arrive about an hour ago. Thoma couldn’t help but worry. Did something bad happened to you? Those thoughts pushed him to go to your job, making sure you were okay.

“Thoma?” you exclaimed as he entered the office. “What are you doing here??”

He looked around and felt his heart sink. You seemed tired and your skin was paler than usual. You were surrounded by a ton of documents. Some piles were even taller than you.

“Well, we were supposed to meet at the Komore tea house for dinner over an hour ago...!”

Your eyes widened at his work. You had totally forgot about the dinner date you had planned! You sank into your seat, feeling miserable.

“Ah… I’m sorry Thoma, I don’t have any excuses except that I forgot…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry!” before you knew it, he was besides you, helping you to get up. “Let���s just go now, alright?”

You nodded, following him to the door. That was until your boss’ voice interrupted you with a loud “Where do you think you’re going?” You immediately stopped, as you both turned to face the man.

“I-I… Huh… I’m just…” you stuttered.

“We’re going home.” Said Thoma. “You’ve been overworking Y/N for three weeks now! They need to rest. Plus, it’s their birthday, and you are not going to ruin the evening.”

Before the boss could place another word, Thoma walked outside quickly with you. Meanwhile, you were still trying to process what happened. Soon enough, you entered the tea house, which was all decorated and the smell of your favourite food was floating around.

“It’s… It’s my birthday…?” you asked. “I totally forgot…”

“Well of course!” Thoma answered. “Happy birthday, love!”

[toomanyfandoms02]

The Mission // Spencer Reid x Reader

Sooooo this was SUPPOSE to be a blurb for @andiebeaword BUT it ended up being much longer than that, my bad.

Summary - Spencer and Reader must act like a married couple at a party in order to get information on a hitman. They may do more than needed to prove being a married couple.

Word count - 2.7k

Prompts - "If we die, I'm going to kill you." ~~~ "You have a dirty mind." ~~~ "These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaining about your tag you whine ass." ~~~ "Wow, I can't imagine being that rich! How old are his kids, maybe I can date one."

It was a well-known fact that I loved partnering with Spencer. We could always joke around and make eachother feel better, even when working the bad cases. But I feel like this was a little ridiculous.

"Are you shitting me?" The words slipped from my mouth so easily, which I immediatly regretted. Spencer gave me *the look* and elbowed my side.

"I'm sorry Y/n, you and Spencer are the two people who are the most compatible to seem like a couple, and we need hard proof before we arrest him." Hotch explained with his usual amount of enthusiasm.

None.

"Hotch, this guy is dangerous and we will be in there without vests, is what I believe y/n is trying to say." Spencer leaned back in his seat, flipping through the mans file.

"We will have sharp-shooters pointing through every window at him in case anything gets out of hand. This is non negotiable." And with that, he left.

"Well, clearly we have no choice." I stood from my seat, flattening my skirt. "I'm gonna go home and get an outfit ready. You aren't wearing that to the party either." I pointed to his outfit.

"What's wrong with my outfit?!" He scoffed, hugging his sweater vest.

"Okay, one, this isn't some dingy hole in the wall. And two, even if it was, you don't go to a nice party looking like someone who has 3 PhD's in the first place." The smirk on my lips grew wider as he feigned offense.

"Fine, I'll find something nicer to wear. I'll pick you up at 7 and tell the team to meet us there." I agreed and left the conference room a little grumpy, quickly making a bee line to the elevator before anyone could comment on my mood.

-

I stared at the 3 dresses in front of me. They were all the same style, but different colors.

White, yellow, and olive green.

I wasn't sure why I was having so much trouble picking a *color*. I always say that I dress for myself, which is what I was trying to do right now.

Right?

I totally wasn't thinking back to that conversation I had with Spencer a few weeks ago.

-

*"Y/n!" Emily looked at me with surprise. "You look so beautiful in white! Why don't you wear it more?" She was right, I never wore it. Me and Penelope were pretty known for wearing many colors, mine just had to be paired with a black skirt.*

*"I'm so clumsy." I laughed. "I live in constant fear that I'll spill coffee on it. Hence why I'm not holding a cup of joe."*

*"I agree with Emily, you look nice in white." Spencer chimed in. "You know the psychological meaning of white is purity, innocence, wholeness and completion. In color psychology, white is the color of new beginnings, of wiping the slate clean, so to speak." He then took a sip of his coffee.*

*"Yeah well I don't know about the innocent part." I giggled, looking to Emily who gave me a shrug and nod. Spencer choked a bit on his coffee. "You alright there Spence?" He saluted me and headed to his desk, which put me and Emily into a fit of giggles.*

-

I reluctantly grabbed the white one, silently hoping that I was less of a klutz tonight.

The satin dress slipped on me easily. It came down to about 2 or so inches above my knees and had thin straps. I paired it with some semi-transparent heels and called it a day. I put on a little heavier makeup to look the part. Foundation, winged eyeliner, blush, highlight, and mascara. Lastly, I tied my hair up in a simple straightened pony-tail.

By the time my indecisive ass was done choosing everything, it was nearly 7 and I knew that Spence would be early. My heels clicked as I walked on my wood floors, heading to the front door. Getting there just in time to hear a knock. I must have startled him by opening it so fast because he stumbled back a bit. He wore a nice white button up and tighter pants than usual, paired with nice black oxfords.

And then he just stood there.

I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Hi!" He shook his head a bit. "Hello there, back to Earth I see. Do you wanna come in and have a glass of water before this whole event, since you are," I leaned back into my doorway to look at the time. "12 minutes early?"

"Oh, yeah sure." I cleared the way so he could walk in. I shook the heels from my feet, taking me down at least three inches before stepping into the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses.

"Do you want ice?" I turned to him, he was sitting at my island. He just shook his head. "Okay." I laughed, putting ice in mine and just filling his with water. The glass clinked as it hit the island in front of him. "You're pretty quiet, are you okay?" The tips of his ears reddened.

"Yeah! I'm just a little nervous, you?" He swiftly brought the water to his lips, guzzling it down like he hadn't drank anything in days. He then stood up.

"Of course I'm nervous." I came around to his side of the counter and swooned into his arms. "But I'll have a great protector there." He smiled down at me with a shake of his head, standing me back up.

Now it's time to head out.

-

We pulled up to the location in Spencer's Volvo, which was incredibly nice to ride in. ~~and I would love to get use to riding in it~~.

"Okay, I have one thing to fix with your outfit." I turned to him before we exited the car. His eyes narrowed at this comment. I leaned forward and unbuttoned two buttons. "Now you look like your going to a party."

"Thank you expert. Stay in the car, I'm going to open your door, the bouncer works with him and we have to go all out on this act." He nodded his head at the bouncer a few yards away.

I wish this wasn't an act.

He opened the door, offering his hand. I took it with a gracious smile, interlacing our fingers. We walked up to the bouncer, who had an ipad with the guest list in hand. Penelope had hacked into their list and added our names, well fake names.

"Mr and Mrs. Adler." Spencer spoke as I leaned into his side. The man scrolled through the list, he tapped our names and opened the door.

It opened to a large room, filled with dozens of people. I leaned up on my tippy toes and whispered into Spencer's ear.

"If we die, I'm going to kill you." I pulled away with a smile, patting his shoulder. His Adam's apple bobbed while he gulped. "So, what's this guys networth, I mean he seems pretty damn rich to throw a party like this." He looked down at me quizzically. "I know you know what it is, I'm sure you have researched him extensively. So what is it?"

"6.2 million dollars." He recited, looking towards the crowd, scanning for the man in question.

"Wow, I can't imagine being that rich! How old are his kids, maybe I can date one."

"Be careful what you say, someone might think we are suspicious." He pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head.

This night is going to be agonizing. "There he is." We made our way to him slowly, stopping at small drink stations. Just as we were about to get to some seats near him, a server came up to us.

"Hello! Welcome. Would you guys like anything?" She handed Spencer a very small menu. I could see the slight confusion in his eyes. It was truly a weird thing to do at such a big party.

*Salad*

*Potato Soup*

*Fruit Bowl*

*Veggie Bowl*

"I'll have a salad, and the lady will have a fruit bowl." He pointed to the seats we were on our way to. "We will be over there. Thank you." He put his hand on the small of my back, leading us to the seats.

"How did you know I wanted a fruit bowl?"

"You bring some kind of fruit cup to work every day, I'm observant." Right as we were about to sit down, another couple took the seats, not even noticing that we were heading there.

"Well damn. I say we stand next to his table until our food gets here, then we go to the other corner of the room and observe, then we catch him making the deal." I led him to the space by the table. After just a few minutes of waiting, the young lady who took our orders he returned, holding a small bowl of salad and a fruit bowl.

"Have a good night!" She chimed, how can someone be so happy with so many people around?

We ventured to the other side of the room, I grabbed two glasses of champagne from another server on the way. I peered at Spencer over the skinny glass, he was staring at his salad.

"What, is there something wrong?"

"Why is there so much white stuff on it? It's not ranch, I know what ranch looks like." My giggle was muffled slightly by the glass.

"That's what she said." He raised one eyebrow. Then a look of realization came over his face.

"You have a dirty mind." He mixed together the salad to distribute the 'white stuff'. We subtly stared every once in a while over at the mans table.

His name was Anton Todd, but his customers called him Ton. He was someone who frequently assassinated people. He was a hitman to be exact. We had an outside source tell us that a new customer would be coming in to request business, so we could kill two birds with one stone.

So far the man we knew as Cole Kamargo had not come to ask for Antons *services* yet. We had been standing in this corner of the room for a while, just watching him. That's when I caught his eye.

His gaze was terrifying, it struck me right through my soul, and I just couldn't stop looking. He squinted at me, tilting his head. Spencer shook my shoulder.

"Y/n, stop staring at him." It was like being lost in someone's eyes in the worst way possible. I watched as he stood from the table, making his way over with a sour look on his face.

"Shit shit shit shit." I mumbled as he got closer.

"Shit is right. Do you trust me?" I kept my eyes on the man.

"Of course." He grabbed my hips, pushing me against the wall behind us and kissed me hard. He trailed his left hand up to the back of my neck, holding me there. I gasped in surprise, leading him to slip his tongue in my mouth. Meaning we were full on making out. I pushed my hands into his hair, gladly accepting the kiss and sighing into it. Suddenly, Spencer was pulled from me. And there he stood.

Anton.

"Tell your girl to stop fuckin' staring at me." He spat, glaring at me.

"Sorry sir, my wife has ADHD, she zones out frequently." He rushed to my side and pulled me into his side protectively. Anton rolled his eyes and left the area.

I looked up at Spencer, his cheeks were a deep shade of red, and he was touching his lips.

"Thank you. Also, you're a good kisser." I remarked, nudging his side a bit. He looked down at me with wide eyes. "What? Am I not allowed to compliment your kissing? It's good!" I laughed heartily, looping my arm into his.

"Ditto." A smile grew on his lips. I could get use to this. Spencer noticed an available seat near us, so he sat patting his lap.

"Excuse me?"

"Come sit on my lap!" He chuckled.

"I'm glad your getting use to the idea of me being your *wife*." I sat on his lap, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. My hands made their way to the heel of my foot, slightly slipping my shoe off. "These heels are from Satan I think." I rubbed at the sore skin.

"My tag is itchy." Spencer pulled at his collar, relieving the so called *itch*.

"These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaining about your tag you whine ass." He turned his head to me, kissing my cheek.

"I'm sorry, I can put some neosporin on it when we get home. I mean, when we get-get you home." He stuttered, the tips of his ears once again turning an extravagant shade of red. I kissed his jaw.

"Thank you *baby*." We were then interrupted by a woman next to us.

"How long have you guys been married?" The lady leaned over the booth, a ring was clearly shown on her finger.

"8 years." I answered quickly, before Spencer could say a contradicting answer.

"Wow! You guys look so young to be together so long. How do you guys keep it so... so beautiful?" She tilted her head at the question.

"What do you mean?" I asked, reaching my hand into Spencer's hair and playing with it momentarily.

"You seem so in love. You act like teenagers, I don't think I've looked that in love with my husband since we first met." She huffed.

"You just have to find someone who's easy to love." He leaned his head on mine. "I've never had a doubt in my mind that she was the one." The words stuck with me, I felt like they would be embedded in my soul for eternity.

"I think I need to get a divorce." She sunk into the seat, I watched as her husband come back and sat with her, she gave him a weak smile.

"Okay, we need to leave this area before we become homewreckers." I whispered, pulling him to his feet and fleeing into another direction. "We must be amazing actors." I laughed nervously.

"Yeah, actors." He murmered, but before I could comment on it, I saw Cole making his way to Anton.

"Spencer! It's Cole!" I screeched quietly. We discreetly made our way near the table, quickly catching the conversation and relaying it to Hotch.

Cole spoke of the horrible things he wanted done to his wife, it made me sick.

"FBI, get on the ground!" I pulled my gun from the left holster that Spencer had for me. I couldn't exactly *hide* a gun on this white dress. Spencer pulled his gun as well.

"We have you surrounded by sharpshooters aimed and ready to fire, so I suggest that you comply." Morgan came in soon, cuffing the both of them and leading the men to cars.

We now remained outside, sitting on the stairs of the large building.

"I enjoyed being your husband for a night." Spencer laughed, nudging my shoulder.

"And I enjoyed being your wife." I played with the fake ring on my finger. "Okay. Fuck it. Did you mean any of the things you said in there?" The words spat from my mouth quickly.

"Like what?" His voice was shaky.

"Like, that you never had a doubt that I was the one. Or was that part of the act. I would totally understand if it was, you're an amazing actor if it was because it honestly had me believing-" He put his finger to my lips.

"Yes, I meant it."

"Thank God." I grabbed his jaw with both hands and brought him to my lips. He smiled into the kiss, deepening it. His hands ran up and down my back slowly.

"I wouldn't mind doing this every day." He remarked, gesturing between our lips.

"I wouldn't either pretty boy."

[txmxdachi]

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Song: dandelions by ruth b

You were in over your head, your final exams were next week, apartment rent was due tomorrow, and the cafe was in the weeds today. Being one of the only three baristas working this shift didn't make anything easier either. Quickly calling your friend, you put it in one wireless earbud and continued to prep the coffees.

"Hey bestie..."

“Yes y/n?”

"Study with me?"

You could  hear her sigh from the other end of the call. Soon papers rustled and you knew your friend had given in.

"What behaviors are included in psychology?"

Grabbing the hazelnut syrup, you pumped it twice into the coffee in front of her. Careful not to spill it, you walked over to the young man and gave it to him.

"One's actions, feelings, and thoughts."

"Okay. What is dualism?"

Quickly noticing the new group of customers, you rush back to the counter to finish the drinks already ordered.

"The concept that the mind and body are separate."

"What did John Watson believe about conduct?"

"He believed that all behavior was the result of conditioning."

Your latte art usually looked precise, but it was a bit sloppy today. Sighing, you waited for the next question.

"Definition of behaviorism."

"Emphasizes the dominance of heredity over the environment."

After delivering the latte, you rushed over to the new table.

"Dissociative Amnesia."

I see forever in your eyes

"Hi I'm y/n l/n I'll be your server today. can I start you off with a drink?" Pulling out the notebook, you pondered over the textbook definition.

"y-y/n?" someone repeated your name.

I feel okay when I see you smile

"yes. now can I start off you with a drink?" This question was frustrating you. Wasn't it a dissociative disorder?

"I'll have an espresso"

"Cappuccino please"

"Cold brew"

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

You gasped and they turned to look at you. "The sudden and extensive inability to recall important personal information. Usually after extreme stress or trauma."

"Correct again. Are you sure you don't already have it in the bag?"

"Fine, we'll study when I get home. Bye."

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

You hung up the phone and noticed their lingering stare and quickly apologized. Jotting down their drinks on the empty page, you handed them the brochure

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

"Okay, here's the bakery items I'll be right over with your drinks."

I think that you are the one for me

Pulling out the glass cups from the back, you quickly got started by brewing the coffee. Taking that time to find the coffee that was pressed overnight. You strained it and poured some into the cup then grabbed a tray to place it on. After making the other two drinks, you carried the tray over to the table.

"Here are your drinks..."

'Cause it gets so hard to breathe

You looked up and realized that there were four people sitting there, but only three drinks on the tray.

When you're looking at me

"I'm sorry did I forget a drink or did one of you just not order? My head has been everywhere."

The young man with blue hair spoke up. "It is not your fault ms l/n, my friend here has not ordered."

You let out a breath, you thought you were losing it there for a second. Taking this time to actually look at them seated at this table, you realized that they were her age.

I've never felt so alive and free

"I don't mean to sound rude, but are you guys third years?"

A brunette girl spoke up cheerfully. "Yeah! We are! I'm guessing your one too?"

When you're looking at me

You nodded in return. "What school do you guys go to?"

"U.A" The blue haired boy spoke up again in pride. Your eyes darkened and one of them noticed.

"Ah. So you're hero course students I believe?"

They nodded in return.

"I'm Uraraka."

"Todoroki"

"Tenya Iida."

Your eyes brightened for a fraction of a second when those names seemed familiar. Quickly pulling out your notepad once again.

I’ve never felt so alive and free

"Nice to meet you. Would you guys like a bakery item? Or a drink?" Directing the last question at the boy who had not spoken up.

When you were met with silence from him, you turned to Todoroki.

"I'll have a strawberry shortcake."

"Tiramisu please."

When you're looking at me

"Which Mochi is the best here?"

You smiled and leaned in closer to the girl. "You didn't hear it from me, but the matcha one is the only one worth eating."

Uraraka beamed at you and nodded. "I'll take the matcha mochi then."

You gave one last look at the silent boy and walked back to the counter. The moment you stepped away however, they pounced on him.

"Deku are you okay?"

"You do not look well."

He quickly waved his hands in front of his face but quickly his face dropped. "I'm okay. It's just... her name is the same as someone I used to know, but she looks way different..."

I've never felt so happy

"Maybe it's a coincidence."

"Yeah... maybe." He was lost in thought, but his eyes remained staring at you behind the counter.

"Was it an old friend?"

"More than that. She was my best friend."

"What happened?" They were genuinely curious, but they didn't want to pry.

"One day we just stopped talking for some reason..."

"That seems like a dumb reason to stop a friendship. There's always something going on behind the scenes." You just appeared by the table holding four plates.

"Strawberry shortcake" you said and handed it Todroki. "Tiramisu" Iida expressed his thanks. "Matcha mochi." Winking, you handed it to Uraraka.

"Deku right? I just brought you some dango. On the house. Didn't want you to starve alone."

"How'd you know he likes dango?" Uraraka asked as Izuku accepted the dango gratefully. 

"I didn't. He just," you paused and examined his face, "reminds me of," you trailed off and Uraraka leaned forward.

"An old friend?" She guessed, eyes twinkling.

"You could say that." Your heart clenched as you remembered her old crush. More than a crush, your old love.

Todoroki's eyes narrowed. "What was his name?"

You looked at him in confusion, "why the sudden questioning?"

You also noticed that 'Deku' was now shuffling in his seat. He quickly excused himself and went off to the bathroom. Your eyes followed him.

"What was his name?" He asked again, this time his eyes glimmered in recognition.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

"Midoriya," she sadly smiled, "Izuku Midoriya."

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

[seaborns]

Hi I'm weak for Sam/Josh want to write 25, 62, 78, or 145 for me?? (Off the second long prompt list you reblogged)

as promised i am writing little things for ALL OF THESE! here we go

25. “It’s simple really. Here, let me show you.” The chair creaks in protest as Sam edges next to Josh and starts typing, bringing up the email server. “I can’t believe you don’t know how to schedule appointments on here. You can’t rely on Donna for everything, you know.”

Josh tries very hard not to notice Sam’s leg half-against and half-on top of his own. “But it’s so easy.” He has never paid less attention to the computer in his life.

“I know, but Donna won’t be around forever,” Sam says absently. “Here, put in your password.”

He turns the keyboard towards Josh and looks away. It takes Josh an embarrassingly long time to remember his login because his brain has become a machine chanting SAM SAM SAM, and when he finally gets it typed up his hands are shaking and he has to hide them under the table.

Sam goes through so dutifully, shows him how to click on the date and time and add the little boxes to his schedule, but he might as well have been explaining the historical intricacies of the Battle of Waterloo or the biological complications of trees for all Josh is listening. The only thing he hears for the better part of fifteen minutes is his own blood rushing in his ears and his heart beating like it’s trying to break down his ribcage. The world only returns to normal when Sam gets up and smiles at Josh. “There you go. Now you can stop blaming Donna when you forget to go places, right?”

Josh gives some nominal response, a “Yes” or a nod, and then Sam is gone and he slides low in his chair and covers his face with his hands. God.

“Oh, honey,” Donna says sympathetically from the doorway, and he jumps about three feet in the air.

“How long have you been standing there?” Josh swears and motions for her to come in, and she takes a chair and props her feet on the other one, ignoring his glare.

“About ten minutes.”

“That bad, huh?” he says glumly.

“Don’t look so upset,” she shrugs.

“Why not? It’s pretty hopeless.”

“Maybe you weren’t paying attention,” Donna says primly, “but I saw him smiling the whole time, you know.”

Despite himself, Josh looks up, and she’s grinning - a little teasing, but genuinely happy, too.

62. “We’re running low on time here.” Sam knows his voice is clipped, knows he sounded irritable and angry, but they’d been working for close to five hours on a speech that should have only been worth two at most. It was almost done, but then the interns had gotten to arguing about the last line, and it had all gone to hell from there. Nothing was worse than a lack of confidence because it caused a writer to second-guess every single thing they’d written, and straight out of college, these kids had whatever the opposite of confidence was. “Can we just pick a line, please? I don’t think it really matters whether the President says God bless you or not, and I think if you pick something else apart this entire speech is going to fall like a house of cards.”

“He’s speaking at a Muslim event,” one of the interns says scornfully, as if that means anything at this point, as if Sam is supposed to know what the hell she’s insinuating. As if his brain is supposed to still be functioning.”

“Muslims still believe in God, they just call Him something different,” he snaps back, and she shrinks away a little. Almost immediately he feels regret like a slap in the face.

Josh pushes his chair back and jerks his head towards the door. “Hey, Sam, you wanna step out for a sec?”

“No,” Sam glowers, shooting daggers at him with his eyes.

“It wasn’t really a question,” Josh says pointedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and Sam keeps their eye contact going, a challenge, all the way until they’re out of the room.

They duck into an alcove and Josh’s hand is on Sam’s arm, about as intimate as they can afford to get in public. “What’s wrong? You’re eating them alive out there, do you need to go home?”

Sam closes his eyes, just briefly, and imagines the point where Josh’s hand rests on his shoulder is shooting light and calm through his body. “No. I just... It’s frustrating to see them like this. They can write, that’s why they got this job, but they refuse to believe that they can.”

“That was you once, y’know.” Josh grins and the knot in Sam’s stomach unwinds itself a little.

“I was never that unsure,” he scoffs, and Josh just keeps smiling and lets their foreheads bump together until Sam returns the expression. “We shouldn’t do this, you know.”

“Come on, it’s almost midnight, there’s no one around.” Josh kisses him quick as a camera flashing, and when he pulls away Sam is wide-eyed and speechless. He just laughs. “Are you good now? Let’s get back in there before they delete the entire speech.” As he starts walking back, he turns like he thinks better of it, and his smile turns a little cocky. “You might want to try and look like you didn’t just get hit by a bus, they might start asking questions.”

Sam follows him and really, truly does his best to keep the stupid look from lingering. It’s a little hard to explain to go completely from pissed-off superior to heart-eyes idiot, but Josh keeps kicking him under the table and he can’t entirely be held responsible for the perma-grin glued to his face, even when they decide they want to rewrite the first line. The goddamn first line.

He is a patient man and that kiss is proof that his efforts do not go unrewarded.

78. “Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to.” Sam’s voice is crackly but broken at the other end of the line, and Josh is lost for words as he clutches the receiver. “I just - I don’t know where to go now. I don’t have my job at Gage Whitney anymore, I don’t have Lisa, I - you’re the only one I’ve got. And this job, I dropped everything to work it. I don’t even have that anymore.”

Josh swallows. “You wanna get drunk,” he asks, quiet, because he doesn’t have anything else to offer that could help.

“Yes,” Sam responds immediately.

They meet at the only bar in the Iowa town and order beer after beer, and they don’t talk. Neither of them could have imagined that Sam would get fired. He worked harder than anyone else because he genuinely loved writing, loved to find that perfect combination of words that would get the message across in just the right way. 

But then Bartlet had delivered an answer Sam had written that the campaign management wasn’t too happy with and tanked completely in the polls in Iowa. And Sam had woken up this morning and gotten breakfast and been fired by the end of it. “There’s no place for idealism in politics today, kid,” they’d told him. Like he was some 25-year-old right out of college.

The story only comes out after coaxing, and Sam downs a vodka shot right after like he wants to burn it out of his mouth. He looks so dejected, and so alone, sitting at the bar with his tie undone and his eyes downcast. Josh walks him home and remembers the last time they did this, how it ended with words tumbling out of Sam’s mouth and months of not talking, of indecision and a silence that wouldn’t stop until a street corner in New York. When he meets Sam’s eyes, they’re sad and he knows that he’s thinking of it too.

Even though Josh said he’d be Sam’s best friend tonight, he thinks it’s possible to be more than one thing at once. So he leans forward and meets his mouth, soft, like checking up on him. Like touching base, and Sam replies in kind, in the way that means safe and yes and here, and even though their best-laid plans are crashing down, it means they can start again from scratch.

145. “Are you okay?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re wearing two different shoes.”

Josh grimaces. “Am I? Donna thinks she’s real funny, doesn’t she?” he yells, and as she walks by she flips him off. He grumbles and lets his head fall back to his arms.

“Why don’t you go home, go to bed?” Sam offers, leaning against the doorframe. “I can finish your calls.”

“No, it’s...” With what seems like great difficulty, Josh lifts his head again, although he doesn’t open his eyes. “I have to meet with Hyatt today. He’s so close to coming to our side on the corn and feed growth bill, and the vote is tomorrow.”

Sam tilts his head to the side. “When’s the last time you ate a meal that didn’t come from a restaurant?” When he’s met with silence, he adds, “When’s the last time you slept at home?” and he can tell Josh is doing math in his head. 

“Three and a half days ago,” the reply finally comes. “I’ve just - we need this to pass, we need the farm vote and the primaries are getting so close.”

“I’ve been said to be remarkably persuasive when I want to be,” Sam suggests. “And also, I was home last night and got my eight hours in.”

It’s obvious that Josh is on the verge of protesting, but then - miraculously - he closes his mouth. “You’d do that?”

“Sure,” Sam shrugs. “What time do I have to meet him?”

“In -” Josh glances at his watch. “Two hours.”

Shit. He has a meeting. Ginger can reschedule it, and he nods like there’s no problem. “Go sleep. I’ll come over after I’m done and make you dinner, yeah?”

The expression on Josh’s face is practically beatific. “Have I ever told you you’re the best?” 

“Yeah, but you should do it more often.” In a flash, Josh is up and packing his bag, and he’s about to leave before Sam catches him. “Wait, Josh. Your shoes.”

He pauses, then scowls, and Donna’s laughter can be heard from the room over.