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Today’s a special day! Today is not only Father’s Day, but Alex and Ariel Hirsch’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by cracking open your copy of Journal 3, prepping your blacklight and invisible ink pens, and jotting down everything here in the special edition so you can have a copy for yourself without resorting to eBay or shady second-hand Craigslist deals!

I was lucky number 02149 to get a copy of the special edition of Journal 3. Well, lucky as in “I could afford to buy it and pre-ordered it back in March the exact day I heard about it going on sale.” Still, I am PSYCHED to share this with everyone! Admittedly I didn’t take photos of every single page – only the ones with black-light effects that were more than ink spatters. Some I had to take [kinda big] pictures of individually, to be able to read the text properly, and others were multi-page spreads that I couldn’t resist capturing in their beautiful glowy glory.

Of course I’ll be captioning them all for you, in case you can’t download/read them. Also, there’s a few secret codes in here! But did you really expect anything less? Also also, this is a 9 page word document (not counting pics), so I’m splitting it up into 3 parts. Especially considering the size of these pictures. 

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Splashes Of Colour

Warnings: A bit of self hate, but it’s mostly fluff this time. I know, I’m surprised too. 

Ship: Polyam Sanders (though there is a lot of Prinxiety in there because I just needed the fluff)

Notes: This is a soulmate au. It’s the one where you can’t see colours until you lock eyes with your soulmate. I also hope I did the romance and polyamory bits right because I don’t romance haha. This fic will be on AO3 later, as I spent almost three hours editing it and it crashed at the emojis (thrice) and I didn’t wanna edit again yesterday, so it’ll be up later.

Tag list (message me if you want to be included): @musicphanpie-b, @imin-loveanon, @ordinary-chaos, @sandersandthesides, @ajumbleofwords, @demonickittykat, @zadi-jyne​, @serenefreakgeek, @fandons-mangoes, @leesacrakon, @analogicalisreal, @getupanddothething, @love-sanders-sides

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Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 29,223

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Note: Inspired by 5 Centimeters Per Second. Please keep in mind that the majority of this takes place in the 90s and will be following the Korean school year schedule.

The universe works in mysterious ways.

You’re never the type to try and figure out the answers to those unanswerable questions, but ever since you were little, you always held an utter fascination with how everything worked, both in unison and in discord. You believe that the world is like an unending stream, one that everyone one is thrown into at birth with no other instruction other than to stay afloat. From there, the best thing to do, the only thing you can do, is to let the current carry you through the long and twisting river until you reach the inevitable edge of the waterfall.

This mindset most likely spawns from your mother, much like yourself. She often articulated charming stories and intriguing facts to you throughout your childhood, teaching you all that she knew in order to make sure that you were growing up with as much ease as you could, especially since she was raising you alone. With your mother being the only guardian in your life even to this day, you undeniably find yourself adopting her way of thinking more often than not.

The greatest lesson you learned is that the stream knows where to take you, and the world knows how to continue spinning—all you can do is go with the ebb and flow and hope for the best.

What you didn’t know was that the world would give you the best at such a young age.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader - Loners

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Reggie imagine that’s just a lot of fluff? Please and thank you!

Reggie Mantle x reader


Word Count: 3,039

There you sat, looking across the quad. He never seemed to really be enthralled in conversations at his table. Always looked like he had other things on his mind. Maybe he followed the herd, but there always seemed more to him. There was more to Reggie Mantle.

Your back was against a tree, slowly picking at your lunch while reading a book. Your continuous lunchtime routine. It was easier to not have friends. No drama, no worries about being something you weren’t. Lonely maybe but it could have been worse. You were just too different for most people, you felt older in a way. As if you knew that there was much more than typical high school drama waiting for you in years to come. While others, like Chuck - who sat beside Reggie, thrived on their high school experience, you looked forward to a life of your own beyond the one with your family. The family that didn’t really feel like one.

You heard a giggle. Your eyes drew to another table. A table filled with friends and lovers who seemed to have it all together. A friendly blonde with a brutish outsider and a red head football star with a raven haired city girl. While you wondered what it would be like to have that, someone to get you, you figured that you weren’t one to be noticed.

You read a few more pages until you heard Chuck making remarks to Cheryl as she passed by. You saw Reggie’s face - it seemed a little mad in a way. That he didn’t reciprocate Chuck’s approach to women. He tried looking away and caught your eye. You gave a breath and went back to your book. No, there was nothing to look forward to besides the future.

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Youtuber! Im Youngmin

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Youtuber x Brand New Boys: 
Youtuber! Park Woojin II Youtuber! Kim Donghyun II Youtuber! Lee Daehwi 

“Even when I don’t get enough sleep in the morning, I’ll get up earlier and give you a morning call.”

  • A Youtuber who does rap covers and mostly post his own music
  • The first video he ever posted was him doing a cover on his phone
  • The video quality was so bad but the cover itself was really good hence people stayed
  • it also sort of got viral when the original artist actually shared it on twitter
  • He composes his own songs & he actually writes and produces many songs for super popular idol groups
  • He totally composed Wanna One’s Energetic
  • When he reached 100,000 subscribers, he did the alpaca dance
  • It was one the most highly requested things ever since Donghyun gave him that nickname when they did a collab
  • Brand New Boys never let him live it down
  • He wanted to take it down after a week but everyone is like ‘noooo’ and it is literally his most watched video lmao
  • He posts rap covers once a week and there are always bloopers
  • But his bloopers are literally what makes the videos 10 times cuter
  • He will be like super cool rapping and then oops made a mistake and just shyly smile and say sorry to the camera
  • *everyone watching just instantly faints*
  • His P.O Box is also filled with hair products because his hair is always a different colour that his subscribers are worried that he will have rly damaged hair
  • His editing is really simple and clean because he can’t edit to save his life me irl
  • He still gets confused at times over Youtube and there are times when has to call Woojin at like 3 am and ask why is comment section disabled??
  • “ Hyung, go to your setting and there should be a button to turn it on.”
  • “Where is the setting?? It is on the top right? Wait I. FOUND. IT.”
  • Whenever Brand New Boys vlog & they are eating Youngmin’s food
  • They will always say how it’s the best thing they have ever eaten
  • He started doing a 'Cooking with Youngmin’ Series on his channel because Brand New Boys keeps him asking for food recipes
  • He makes cooking seem easy and his recipes are super simple & easy to follow
  • In Brand New Boys’ Youtube Channel, he is the unofficial dad of the group
  • Despite being the dad, he has the least power LOL
  • Like the other boys will just poke his cheeks and go “Hyung is so cute heh” and he will just chuckle
  • Has this stare where it makes everyone go soft
  • He will sort of smile and shake his head when he sees something cute
  • There are tons of memes of him just lovingly staring at Woojin and the caption will be like
  • “Get a man like that will look at you like how Youngmin looks at Woojin.”
  • The person who cleans up everyone mess whenever they filmed a challenge
  • Brand New Boys usually films their covers or challenge at his place as he has a gigantic recording studio in his studio apartment
  • He is honestly the sweetest and kindest soul - he replies to everyone LIKE EVERYONE
  • Regardless of it being a hate comment, he is always super polite and modest
  • It has been said that 90% of his antis (IDK HOW?) have turned into his fans once he replied to them
  • You were a Youtuber who does instrumental cover (like Sungha Jung)
  • You could play almost any music instruments from guitar to the flute on your channel
  • You had a pretty decent popularity on Youtube but you still get amazed when people recognized you on the street
  • You look super serious when you post your covers
  • but you were really bubbly and talkative when it comes to uploading your monthly music playlist and it appealed to a lot of people
  • It was by coincidence when you stumbled onto Youngmin’s channel and found his music
  • You were actually looking for things to cook and saw his cooking video
  • The first time you watched it, you were wtf is this dude an idol you had no idea of
  • One video turned out to be 6 more videos and your ingredients in the kitchen was soon left forgotten
  • You only knew him on the surface but you were already in love with his smile and flaming red hair
  • You decided to check out his channel if he had other content and when you saw his rap cover and music
  • He was sooo talented and his music was totally your style
  • You quickly took out your guitar and notebook and did an arrangement to his latest song
  • Once you were satisfied with how it turned out, you started recoding and posted it subsequently
  • The next morning, while going through the comments
  • The top comment caught your eye
  • It was left by Youngmin himself, saying that he really enjoyed your cover and that it was probably better than his original instrumental
  • you low key had a fangirl moment
  • You noticed how it was getting spammed by a lot of people who subscribed to you two
  • You decided to message him privately
  • You told him that you were a huge fan of his songs and you hoped to work with him next time
  • He replied almost immediately, almost giving you a freaking heart attack
  • He told you that he was actually working on a new song right now and he thought it would be cool if you could add in your playing as he felt is was pretty incomplete
  • For a moment, you actually thought he was joking because what type of good opportunity is this ??
  • Both of you actually planned on just doing it online until you found out he literally lived 2 subway stations away
  • So you were heading to his place a week later after the conversation and you were a nervous wreck
  • It wasn’t even a date but you basically spent the entire night choosing the right outfit
  • Just as you were about to ring the doorbell, the door already swung open
  • If you thought he was cute on your screen, he was 100 times cuter irl
  • “Wow, you are cuter in person.”
  • When you noticed his blush, you clamp your mouth shut when you realized you just broadcasted your thoughts out loud
  • what a good first impression
  • you sighed internally but you heard him chuckled
  • He beckoned you to come in as he commented
  • “But I find you cuter.”
  • You weren’t even sure how the recording went cause his comment just kept ringing in your ears
  • He insisted that he had to walk you home since it was getting late
  • But your stomach grumbled the exact moment you guys stepped out
  • So that was you two ended up eating cup ramen at the convenience shop
  • You and Youngmin exchanged conversation - how you started youtube, how is your experience etc
  • Everything seemed to be pretty friendly until Youngmin reached out to wiped out the stain left on your lips
  • As cheesy it was, you swore your heart stopped beating
  • He pulled back his hand immediately but there was this unspeakable tension
  • You broke the silence asking if he wanted to try out the Japanese Resturant that just opened at your place
  • That conversation lead to an extremely fun date the next day as you guys went to a sushi buffet and tried to pronounce all the weird sushi names
  • It soon became a routine to have your meals with him - especially when he was cooking at home
  • Yonngmin will ask you to come over as he didn’t want to have leftovers
  • He just doesn’t want to admit that he wants to spend more time with you lol
  • That one collab became extremely popular on Youtube and you two were invited to perform for a lot of events
  • It was through one of those events that he asked you to be his girlfriend
  • He changed the lyrics of the song he was supposed to perform to something about he really like you and wanted you to be his
  • Ever since you started dating Youngmin, you will appear in so many Brand New Boys that people will think you are the new member or something lmao
  • He likes to hold your hand a lot as he thinks your hands are extremely precious as you use it to play all your instruments
  • Youngmin will just unconsciously massaged it when you two are just watching a movie and it’s literally the best feeling ever
  • He gets you flowers a lot and instead of big gifts, he shows his appreciation for you by getting small trinkets
  • He did get you an alpaca stuff toy that he won when you guys went to the amusement park
  • He gets so soft when he visits you and find you hugging it
  • He will then just hug you and that’s how cuddle dates began
  • The first video you two will film will be the boyfriend tag and e gets everything right
  • You have a lot of his hoodies and sweaters in your closet as you steal it from him whenever he visits you
  • You really like his scent and since he is tall, it goes way below your thighs
  • He wanted to be angry at you but the moment he saw you wearing hiss sweater without anything else, he literally went breathless
  • Long walks in the parks while eating frozen yoghurt or a cold treat
  • You guys talk about anything and everything
  • Communication is key for you two so there are barely any fights
  • He cooks for you A LOT
  • You will always be his taste tester when he tries out a new recipe
  • You don’t even know why because everything he makes tastes super delicious
  • More like because your reaction to good food is the cutest thing he has ever seen
  • He even has a video on it that he took along with his collection of you playing various music instruments
  • Both off you complement each other so perfectly in videos
  • Like you will play the guitar and he will start rapping and it literally sounds like a masterpiece

A/N: I’m back after being in bed for the past 2 days as I was sick T.T I will upload fuckboy! baejin (most likely a daewi fic as well) this afternoon but enjoy some Youngmin for now ;) Donghyun & Daehwi au will be different from Woojin & Youngmin as it will the process of them filming a video with y/n unlike them having their meeting through Youtube 

Requests are always open & feel free to message me anything at all!

anonymous asked:

RFA/V/Saeran + An MC who has money and likes to spoil them? Sometimes it's normal gifts like jewelry or clothes, and sometimes MC's like, “I bought you a car.” ( Or something else ridiculously expensive for the ones who don't drive. )

“the ones who don’t drive”
*cough cough* Jumin Han *cough cough*
I wish I was rich so I could spoil the RFA

-Honestly, slightly jealous that you’re as rich as Jumin.
-You buy him all the new games he wants along with expansion packs or DLC bundles too. You also help pay for college textbooks and other college expenses.
-He’s always extremely flustered when you buy him expensive things.
-He often times tries to deny your gifts and it hurts your feelings.
-“…Do you not like it?”
-Your pouty face is his weakness.
-“What? Nonononono that’s not what I meant! It’s just such an expensive gift, I don’t feel worthy.”
-After convincing, and hating seeing you get sad, he becomes more comfortable.
-Instead of denying your presents, he accepts them and thanks you endlessly.
-You bought him a new game console once and he SCREAMED. Even tho he mostly plays PC shhhhh
-The only words you hear are “thank you” for weeks.
-He’s embarrassed when you spoil him but he really appreciates that you buy him such nice things “just because”.

-He was put off by the fact that you were rich just like Mr. Trust Fund Kid.
-But when he got to know you as a person, he learned that you were much different from Jumin.
-When you start dating, you always pay for dinner when you eat out. It kind of bums him because he wants to be a gentleman but you are very determined to pay for every date.
-You also stock his kitchen with food because he survived off of beer, water, and cigarettes before he met you.
-Bad Zen.
-But then, you start giving him really expensive presents.
-“Oh yeah, honey, I bought you a new motorcycle.”
-“YoU WHAT?!”
-“…I bought you a motorcycle?”
-You give him tons of expensive gifts and he’s very flustered. He’s not materialistic, but he treasures everything you get him.
-He does feel guilty for letting you spoil him so he likes to spoil you too, just typically not with expensive things. He can’t afford that. More like he spoils you with attention and affection and you ain’t even mad.

-She was disheartened when she first heard you were rich because she assumed you were a slave owner like Jumin.
-But when she actually started talking to you, she loved you.
-You weren’t a slave owner, you were just wealthy. Your money didn’t make you a snob like she stereotyped.
-She apologizes for assuming so much about you too.
-You buy her so much jewelry she runs out of places to keep it all.
-You easily solve that issue by buying more jewelry boxes to keep them in lol
-Even if they are store-bought, they always feel special when you give it to her.
-She was shocked that you wanted to buy her so many things.
-And you always say “cuz I love you, duh” when she asks you why.
-She thanks you over and over again for everything you give her and likes to give you things too.
-She buys you little things like your favorite snacks or anything within her price range she sees catch your eye while you’re shopping.
-Buy her a new coffee maker or special edition Zen DVDs and she will cry so many happy tears.

-Don’t buy him a car.
-He will destroy it.
-“Love, you really don’t need to buy me a new suit. I have plenty, plus I could pay for it myself, you know.”
-You can’t give him presents. He doesn’t allow it.
-He always uses the “I could just pay for it myself, it’s not necessary” excuse.
-But you really want to spoil him and buy him things to show him you love him.
-He eventually catches on and notices how sad you get when he denies your gifts.
-Instead of asking you about it, he starts accepting your gifts and giving you some in return.
-Did you really think he’d let you spoil him without getting the same treatment?
-It turns into you trying to one-up each other.
-You got me a car? Well I got you a yacht.
-jk you guys aren’t that crazy
-It’s much more reasonable items like jewelry and clothes, but still, it’s competitive.
-Both of you calm down from the competitiveness though and just buy each other small things on occasion when it catches your eye.

-Buy him a car.
-He has like 50 already but his eyes light up every time you get him one.
-He has a large amount of money to his name too.
-However he still eats like a poor man.
-You buy him healthier, better food other than chips and soda.
-So basically even though he has a lot of money, he spends it on various other things, so you spend your money on his health and wellbeing.
-Like food and nice clothes.
-This boy seriously neglects his own health so you’re doing him a lot of good.
-You spoil him with those kinds of things. You dote on him.
-You make sure he gets three healthy meals a day and you usually let him have snacks and dessert too because it makes him happy.
-He calls you motherly because of it, but he really does appreciate how much you care about him.
-He rewards you in kisses, and also tends to make you presents in return.

-He grew up with a rich family in a rich neighborhood, so wealth wasn’t unheard of.
-Being rich doesn’t make you snobby or rude. V is actually a great example of that fact.
-Anyway, he knows that money doesn’t make you inherently bad.
-No judgement.
-He is very surprised when you buy him expensive presents.
-“Jihyun~ I bought you that new camera you’ve been wanting~”
-Being the kind of person he is, he doesn’t feel like he deserves such lovely gifts, but you do not take no for an answer.
-So in the end, he accepts your kindness and will give you many thank yous in return.
-He’ll give you thank you gifts too. They’re typically small and from the heart. Very thoughtful.
-V will insist you don’t need to buy him so many expensive things, but you spoil him anyway.
-Since he can’t change your mind, he just settles for trying to spoil you too. Usually with kindness.

-He’s impartial to money.
-It’s not important. It’s just needed to survive so you should at least have enough to meet basic needs, but he doesn’t think about money.
-You being rich doesn’t really faze him.
-He is confused and surprised when you start buying him expensive presents.
-You buy him everything he ever says he wants.
-Games? Got it. Ice cream? Got it. New clothes? Got it.
-He’s not sure how to respond and he’s very confused.
-It’s the first time someone ever bought things especially for him and took care of him. It’s very new to him.
-He really appreciates it because you put a lot of effort into spoiling him. It must mean you care a lot about him, right?
-He wants to return the favor, but he doesn’t really have the resources.
-He just thanks you a million times when you buy him things, especially if they’re ridiculously pricey.
-He feels so loved because of it.
-So loved ^w^

Thomas Doherty x reader | Always

based on a dream I had last night, also guys this is ny first time writing a one-shot with a real person, so bare with me and I’m sorry if Thomas seems OOC (?) Also this got a little too out of hand, sorry .

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warnings; angstttttt


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“ I’ve tried, I really tried,” (Y/N) cried while her friend was holding her tight, “ But I can’t pretend anymore,” she sobbed, “ I love him and I’m going to lose him, I’m such an idiot. ”

Sofia slowly played with (Y/N) hair, thinking at ways to make her feel better, but nothing came up. The things looked bad, really really bad and Sofia knew that.

Thomas, (Y/N)’s childhood best friend was having his wedding in less than two hours, he was marrying Dove, a beautiful girl that loved him .

“ (Y/N), you don’t have to go if you don’t want to, I mean-”

“ But I have to, remember? Thomas is my best friend, ” she laughed sadly, “ my best friend whom I love, of course he is unaware. ”

Sofia sighed, pulling (Y/N) closer to her, “ It’s gonna be okay , you’ll see. ”

(Y/N) sniffed, “ Do you think it would’ve been different if…if I would’ve told him how I feel, before it got to this ?”

“ I don’t know. Maybe? ”

“ Look, ” Sofia said, grabbing (Y/N)’s shoulders and turning her around, so now they were face to face, “ You need to feel whatever you feel, ”

“ Wanna know what I feel?” (Y/N) sighed, “ I feel anger - I’m angry at myself for never telling him that I love him more than a friend, ” she said, standing up.

“ I hate myself for all the crap I went through ever since he started dating Dove - hell, I told him I was okay with it ! ” (Y/N) threw her hands up in exasperation

“ I was a coward, thinking that Thomas will be with me for the rest of the time, guess I was a fool. ”

Sofia got up from the couch as well, making a step forward to where (Y/N) was sitting, “ Tell him, ”

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped,“ Sof, he’s getting married in less than two hours, I can’t ruin this day, I-”

“ You’ll be spending the rest if your life wondering what could’ve happened if you would have told him, (Y/N/N)! ” Sofia gesticulated dramatically, “ You’re ready for that kind of pain? You’ve loved him your entire life. I say it’s worth a shot to say it out loud, because…after he says ‘yes’ yo someone else, there’s no going back. ”

The brunette girl now was inches away from (Y/N), gently wipping her tears away, it was hard to see one of her best friend in such a mess.

“ What if I’ll lose him for real ?”

“ If her marries Dove, you’ll still lose him, don’t you ? ” Sofia pouted, “ I get it, he is your best friend, but dear you are in love with him, it will break you to see him holding someone else’s hand and going to the aisle. ”

(Y/N) moved her weight from one leg to the other, trying to think thus through.

“ I know you’re right ,” she looked at Sofia, “ as usual, ” (Y/N) giggled, “ but I’m a little unsure. ”

If she would go straight ahead and tell Thomas how she feels about him, two hours before his wedding, there might be a 95% chance of losing him completely, even as a friend.

But if she would keep all these feelings bottled up inside, she would still lose him one way or another. (Y/N) couldn’t stand seeing him kissing Dove or hugging her, in fact she couldn’t stand the couple, but she faked it only for the sake of Thomas.

Now, looking back, she wished she could take it all back, heck - she wanted to go back in time and tell him how she truly feels about him, but she couldn’t.

There was a single thing that (Y/N) could do, “ Fine,” she puffed in defeat, “ I’ll go talk with him. ”

Sofia smiled encouraging, “ You got this, (Y/N/N). ”


(Y/N) was squeezing her hands, and pacing back and forth in front if Thomas’s door.

She rehearsed her speech at least 30 times in her mind, but it was no help. (Y/N) was still nervous. She was about to ruin a friendship that lasted 19 years.

(Y/N) sobbed quietly, sitting down next to his door. How couldn’t she see this one coming? (Y/N) should’ve known that not saying what you feel will only end to horrible situations.

“(Y/N/N)?” a scottish accent murmured from above her head, the girl panicked, knowing exactly who it was.

She looked up only to be greeted by Thomas bright smile and blue eyes , “ H-hi.”

He frowned, “ You’re not in your dress?”

(Y/N) closed her eyes, turning her head away, in an attempt to stop the tears from falling, “ I - um , have something to tell you. ”

“ Then come in,”

(Y/N) nodded, slowly getting up. Now she was able to see his whole look. Thomas was already dressed in his black tux, his hair styled. Beautiful as ever, the girl thought, too sad that he wasn’t dressed like that for her.

After he closed the door behind them, (Y/N) made herself comfortable on his sofa, leaving some space for him as well.

“ So what did you wanted to say?”

(Y/N) could feel her heartbeating along with her heavily breathing. She was at the edge of completely breaking.

“ You’ve been my best friend since I was an infant, our parents always hanging together, made us grow up with each other. At first I saw you as my bigger brother, but during the years the feelings changed. ”

Thomas noticed how she couldn’t even look him in the eyes, (Y/N) was staring at her shoes, completely avoiding his curious blue eyes.

“ We went to the same schools and we had the same extra scholar activities, ” she smiled , “ we were always together. ”

Thomas smiled, he always loved being with (Y/N), it was something natural. As she said - they were always with each other. Now, if he thought carefully, Thomas would realize - he did not know how to live his life without her by his side.

“ My biggest fear is losing you, ” (Y/N) sobbed, managing to make Thomas frown, what was she talking about ?

“ And I know my timing sucks, like I’ve always been the worst with time, but now I’m too late, ” (Y/N) murmured, finally making eye contact with him , letting Thomas see the tears in her eyes.

“ I know you love Dove, she’s pretty cool from what you said, no doubt, but I -”

Now, the tears looked like a waterfall on her pale cheeks, “ I - I love you too, ” she cried.

“ At first I thought it was only the kind of love between friends ,but lately I’ve realized it was more. It always more than simply friendship, whatever I felt for you, ”

Thomas’s heart started to beat faster, his brain almost exploding from all of the information. He couldn’t believe his ears. It was like the whole world was burning around him.

“ I know you might think I’m a horrible friend for coming on your wedding day and confessing my feelings. It’s so selfish, I know, but I - I kept all this inside of me since we were around 14 years old.”

Thomas’s eyes widened , the young man being completely shocked. In his heart having place a huge battle. Thomas knew he loved Dove, but he also remembered one thing: (Y/N) was with him since he was three years old.

He taught her to read, always reading her stories before sleeping, Thomas helped her discover her amazing voice by always forcing her to do karaoke with him. He helped with her driving lessons, with her school projects, whatever Thomas did it included her.

He always felt something for her, but ever since Dove came in the picture , Thomas started to focus more on her. thinking that anyway - he and (Y/N) will never be more than best friends. And yet, here she was - saying how much she loves him.

When the girl noticed Thomas was only staring, she got up and walked to the door, “ I’m sorry, Tommy, I’m really sorry, ”

Everything seemed to move in slow motion for him , only after he heard the door click, Thomas realized she left.

He got up quickly as well and ran his hands through his hair. What was he supposed to do?

Wipping his tears away, he started to search for Dove, he needed to tell her everything. Life was too precious to be lived in regret.


When (Y/N) came crying to her room , she was welcomed by two loving arms, “ What happened?” Sofia whispered

“ I’ve ruined everything, Sof, I messed up. ”

“ Shh, it will be okay, ” the brunette murmured stroking her hair, “ it will be okay, ”

Sofia helped (Y/N) sit on her bed, still hugging her tight, she let the girl cry her pain out.

(Y/N) could already imagine the moment when her world would end: Dove would be walking down the aisle, in a beautiful long white dress, her hair in a bun and make-up on point, while Thomas would be happily waitng for her.

When (Y/N) felt Sofia’s arms move, she looked up at her friend, “ What are you doing?”

“ Getting out of this, ” she pointed to her fancy dress, “ if you’re not going, I’m not going, ” Sofia stated.

(Y/N) sniffed and got up, “ But I’m going, I - I can’t let him down,” she tried to say with a smile on her face, but failed, “ now come and help me pick a dress. ”


Something wasn’t right. As the two girls got out of (Y/N)’s room, both ready for the wedding, they noticed it was a little too quiet in the hotel.

Sofia frowned, “ I’m going to check on Dove, you go in the garden. I’ll catch up with you soon,” (Y/N) only nodded, letting go if her hand.

Sofia smiled one more time before turning around and going in the direction of Dove’s room , while (Y/N) quietly walked to the garden.

Something was really off. All the lights were closed and no music could be heard, as she got closer to the garden she noticed that the hotel was almost empty. There were only some employees , but that was all.

(Y/N) frowned when she arrived in the garden and all the chairs were empty and there was no priest.

“ Excuse me,” (Y/ said when she noticed a person sitting on the front row there, “ where are the others ?”

The man stood up and turned around. Thomas. (Y/N)’s breathing stopped. What was happening ?

“ We are everyone, ” he smiled and before the girl could assault him with questions he continued talking, “ I’ve spoke with Dove, there’s no wedding today, ” he sighed, “ unless,-” a smirk appeared on Thomas’s face, “you will marry me?”

“ What’s with this sick joke? You’re making fun of me or what? Thomas, I swear-”

“ It’s the truth, I’m a single man now, ”

“ You were right, about everything, ” he said walking in front of her , “ You, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), were and will always be my world and I love you, ” Thomas smiled.

“ Sorry it took me 10 years to figure it out,” he chuckled, holding (Y/N)’s hand, “ Stay with me? Please?”

Maybe she wasn’t sure about what truly happened with Dove and Thonas and the future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: her love for him, “ Always, ” she smiled.

Yours Forever, A. Hamilton

The Founding Fathers are some of the most well known people of history, and as such, much is known about their lives, both public and personal; however, there is still much that remains shrouded in mystery. Take, for example, Alexander Hamilton. The first Secretary of the Treasury, although he left behind several thousand letters, was a very private person who revealed his innermost thoughts to a select few. Among Hamilton’s closest relationships were his wife, Elizabeth, and a fellow soldier in the Revolutionary War, John Laurens. Hamilton’s relationship with Laurens was uncommonly close (biographer James T. Flexner went so far as to suggest homoerotic), and as such, has long been subject to scrutiny by his biographers, although few have dared to give a definitive verdict on the subject of his sexuality (Chernow 95). But, based on extensive analysis of his letters, as well as his biographer’s interpretations and the societal norms of the day, it is possible to ostensibly conclude that Alexander Hamilton was bisexual, a fact which should be acknowledged because of the long time erasure of queer people in history.

Perhaps the best pieces of evidence, and certainly the most numerous, are buried in Hamilton’s letters to Laurens. Written between the years 1779 and 1782, the letters showcase quite clearly the relationship between the two young men, mainly through florid language and innuendo. In one of the better known letters, Hamilton is relaying to Laurens his requirements for a wife, in order for Laurens to find a girl for him. “To excite their emulation, it will be necessary for you to give an account of the lover - his size, make, quality of mind and body… In drawing my picture you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I - - - - -”(Hamilton, A). While it seems that Hamilton is just giving instruction, the words that have been italicized for emphasis insinuate just how well Laurens knew Hamilton. The last five words of the paragraph have been censored, probably by the editor of Hamilton’s papers, his son John C. Hamilton, who wrote at the top of this letter “I must not publish the whole of this”(Hamilton, A). It is worth noting that in the next paragraph, Hamilton goes on to say “Do I want a wife? No - I have plagues enough…”(Hamilton, A).

Laurens was not an idle spectator to these letters, however. In December of 1779, he wrote to Hamilton, “…may you enjoy all the pleasure moral and physical which you promise yourself in winter quarters; and be as happy as you deserve”(Hamilton, A). After the April letter in 1779, the language in his letters becomes more affectionate than in those previous. The pair seemed to become even closer as the war progressed, even though Hamilton married Eliza Schuyler, daughter of General Philip Schuyler (Chernow 137). Hamilton’s letter in September of 1780 invites Laurens to his wedding, writing, “I wish you were at liberty to to transgress the bounds of Pensylvania. I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation. My mistress is a good girl…; but mind, she loves you a l’americaine [American style], not a la françoise [French style]” (Hamilton, A). Although there is some leeway in interpretation, it quite clear that Hamilton was inviting Laurens not only to his wedding, but to his wedding night. These letters, and many others, are prime examples of the two’s clearly intimate relationship. It should be said that the only other person Hamilton wrote very intimately with was his wife, Eliza.

It is important, when analyzing a figure from history, to look at what many different biographers have to say about him or her. As previously stated, most of Hamilton’s biographers have given very vague mentions to his sexuality, or have steered away from it all together. Ron Chernow, author of Alexander Hamilton, gives the following statement: “In the late spring of 1777, Hamilton began the most intimate friendship of his life, with an elegant, blue-eyed young officer named John Laurens, who formally joined Washington’s [military] family in October”(Chernow 94). Chernow is one of the few biographers to dig slightly deeper into the Hamilton-Laurens relationship. In his opinion, at the very least, Hamilton developed an “adolescent crush” on Laurens (Chernow 95). In his work on Hamilton, John C. Miller takes the opposite stance, saying that their relationship was not unusual in their day. In fact, it was rather common, with higher class young men writing to each other “in the high flown literary language of the day” (Miller 22). He cites a letter from John Laurens to another Washington aide Richard Meade, in which Laurens closes the letter, “My friendship for you will burn with that pure flame which has kindled you your virtues” (Miller 22). While this flowery language was certainly common in their day, Hamilton and Laurens’ letters are rife with innuendo and very personal greetings and nicknames.

Hamilton’s son, John C. Hamilton, edited his father’s papers for his own biography and also commented on Hamilton and Laurens’ relationship. “In the intercourse of these martial youths, who have been styled ‘the Knights of the Revolution,’ there was a deep fondness of friendship, which approached the tenderness of feminine attachment” (Hamilton, J 302). The word feminine has long been a bit of a societal euphemism for being gay (or at least attracted to men), and it is worth noting that Chernow comments on how often the word feminine was used to describe Hamilton (Chernow 95). Although most biographers have neglected to comment on the nature of Hamilton and Laurens’ friendship, those that have have made it quite clear that the two were a little more than friends. After John Laurens was killed in the Battle of the Combahee River in August 1782, Hamilton was noticeably devastated. Chernow closes a passage with, “After the death of John Laurens, Hamilton shut off some compartment of his emotions and never reopened it”(Chernow 173)

Of course, in any relationship, there are two parties. In regards to John Laurens, there is evidence to suggest that he was very likely gay. In a 1767 letter, his father Henry Laurens notes his complete lack of interest in girls, writing, “Master Jack is too closely wedded in his studies to think about any of the Miss Nanny’s [girls] I would not have such a sound in his Ear, for a Crown; why drive the poor Dog, to do what Nature will irresistibly prompt him to be plagued with probability much too soon” (Laurens 359). His biographer, Gregory Massey, states that Laurens “reserved his primary emotional commitments for other men” (Massey 40 ). Even when he did get married, it was only to preserve Martha Manning’s honor, as she was pregnant by him at the time of their wedding, and he left soon after to sail to join the revolution (Massey 68). There is something to be said in the fact that both Hamilton and Laurens were very selective in whom they placed their trust, and that their major relationships were with other men (or, in Hamilton’s case, with a few women as well), which gives even more validity to their relationship.

Of course, their relationship would have had to have been very secretive. Neither were unfamiliar with “sodomy” - having relations with another man -, as general orders for the Continental Army on March 14, 1778 reference a court martial (military court) of a Lieutenant Enslin, who was tried and convicted for sodomy. He was dishonorably discharged on March 15th (“General Orders”). Enslin was lucky, as sodomy was considered a capital offence, for which the punishment was usually death; however, it was quite difficult to punish, mainly because the laws were so narrowly defined, or not defined at all. Indeed, some convictions were overturned, although these came much later, demonstrating the relative ineffectiveness of the laws (Painter). Still, maintaining their relationship would have been risky, but, as their letters show, they carried it out anyway.

“Despite as large circle of admirers, Hamilton did not form deep friendships easily and never again revealed his interior life to another man as he had to Laurens”(Chernow 173). Traditionally, queer people in history have been completely ignored, which has made the subject taboo. This is the case with Alexander Hamilton, who had an extremely close relationship with both his wife and with John Laurens. Hamilton is known as the man who created America’s financial system, and the man who died in a duel with Aaron Burr, but his sexuality should not be left out of his description. His affections for Laurens were matched only by those for his wife, as shown through his letters. Hamilton’s sexuality now cannot be left up to question, and he should be remembered as not only the father of the American financial system, but also as a bisexual man. It is important to recognize that queer people are not a recent phenomenon, and they should not be relegated to the footnotes of history.


So this is the essay that I got an A on in English class my dudes. Enjoy. If you need a list of sources, I’ve got it

The Serpent and the Princess-Jughead Jones Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: underage drinking, sensuality, and it’s pretty long

Originally posted by kylogue

     Y/N Y/L/N was known for many things in Riverdale: she was the class president every year at Riverdale High, she was gorgeous, and shopped daily because of the Y/L/Ns lucrative lumber business. Most importantly, she was known for being Cheryl Blossom’s best friend since basically birth. The Blossoms and Y/L/Ns were business partners and family friends, so Cheryl and Y/N were like sisters and Jason was like a surrogate brother to her. Therefore, Y/N took his death almost as hard as Cheryl. Cheryl and Y/N did everything together and ruled Riverdale High with an iron fist. They were the it girls of the school and the Sad Breakfast Club couldn’t stand them, except for the moodiest member.

      Y/N represented everything Jughead hated, but he still found himself drawn to her. There was something about Y/N that was different from the other popular jocks and athletes at Riverdale, but he never got close enough to her to discover exactly what that something was until one fateful night. Cheryl was throwing one of her legendary parties at Thornhill and invited all the cool people and the Sad Breakfast Club. Betty, Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and Jughead were shocked when Y/N and Cheryl sauntered up to their table during lunch and handed them their stunning invitations.

     “You should be honored that we are extending an invitation to you,” Cheryl informed them.

     “Thanks?” Betty asked.

    “No problem, Betty,” Cheryl said. “We’ll see you tonight?”

    “Yeah,” Archie said.

    “Maybe,” Jughead muttered.

    “Well, I hope you’ll all come.” Y/N gently smiled in Jughead’s direction. “It’ll be a fun night.”

     Jughead stared Y/N down and was almost shocked by her kindness. She could be as mean as Cheryl, but she was mostly nicer than Cheryl was. Cheryl pivoted on her heeled boot and sauntered away with Y/N at her side.

     “We are definitely going to that party,” Kevin said. “Cheryl’s parties are legendary. Last time, Kendall Jenner showed up.”

    “And you missed it?” Veronica teased.

    “I’m going, I kind of have to now anyway,” Archie said.

    “And I’m always down for a good party,” Veronica said.

     “I’m definitely going, what about you, Juggie?” Betty asked.

     “No. I’d prefer to be in an environment without drunk teenagers throwing up all over each other while simultaneously trying to hook up with each other.”

    “C’mon, Jughead, it’ll be fun,” Archie said.

   “Besides, it would be a good way to investigate,” Betty said. “Cheryl will be so distracted with the party that she wouldn’t notice anything.”

     Betty did make a good point, but that wasn’t the only reason Jughead agreed to go. He couldn’t get the way Y/N looked at him out of his head and though part of him wanted to deny it even happened, he would regret it if he didn’t try to see something through with her. 

      “I’ll go, but I will complain the whole time,” Jughead said.

      “I’ll deal with it.”

       That night, Thornhill was filled with a bunch of intoxicated teenagers, kegs of the finest beer, bottles of the best wine, and a mix of throwback R&B and hip hop hits. Everyone was dancing, drinking, or hooking up just as Jughead predicted, but the raven-haired boy was more than willing to look over it. Archie and Veronica found the drinks table and began making everyone drinks. Jughead decided to sip on a beer, feeling mildly entertained by Kevin and Veronica dancing to Rihanna’s “Pon de Replay”. He tried to remain casual as he looked out for Y/N but found no sight of her.

        “Looking for someone?” Betty teased.

        “What makes you think that?” Jughead asked over the music.

       “You haven’t looked me in the eye since we got here, what’s up with you?”


      Fortunately, Betty couldn’t continue interrogating Jughead any further as the princesses of Riverdale were making their entrance. They strutted down the staircase in sync, earning a lot of hollers from the jocks. Y/N looked stunning in her silver spaghetti strap slip dress and chunky black heels. Her y/h/c hair was down and glossy. Cheryl wore a deep red crop top and a high waisted black leather skirt with a pair of over-the-knee boots. Both of them beamed under the attention and when they got to the last step, boys swarmed them. Cheryl flirted intensely with them while Y/N laughed a little and accepted a beer from Reggie. Of course, Y/N wasn’t looking at Jughead. Why would she care about the weird emo kid when she had Riverdale’s royalty at her fingertips? 

       “Is Y/N wearing a vintage Alaia?” Kevin asked. 

      “Probably,” Veronica said with a shrug.

      “She looks amazing,” Betty said.

      “And Reggie thinks so too.”

      Throughout the night, Jughead would get glimpses of Y/N and Cheryl dancing with different jocks and taking shots. He helped Betty poke around the mansion a little but everything worth interest was locked away—as it should have been. It seemed like the night was a waste and while Jughead was sitting in a small study, Y/N stumbled in. She looked a bit haphazard as she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. 

      “Did you need an escape from the party, too?” she asked.

      “Expensive keggers aren’t really my scene,” Jughead said. 

      “Ah, yes, you prefer the ambiance of Pop’s Chock’Lit Shoppe,” Y/N teased.

     Jughead arched an eyebrow. “How did you know that?”

     “I see you there every time I get a milkshake or a cheeseburger. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t eat solely caviar or filet mignon.” 

      “Of course not, that would be ridiculous.”

       Jughead watched as Y/N walked over to one of the bookcases that lined the walls of the study and skimmed the titles. Her fingers would graze a few of the spines and she had a wistful look on her face.

      “Mr. Blossom always kept a few first editions in here besides the legal books to keep him entertained and to remind him of his wealth.” Y/N plucked one off of the shelf and smiled. “The Three Musketeers, so many memories with this one.” 

       “Is it your favorite?” Jughead asked.

        “One of them, I think my favorite is Frankenstein. I love how creepy it is, I guess I’m kind of weird like that.” Y/N turned to Jughead. 

       “Everyone’s weird, some people are just better at hiding it than others,” Jughead said. 

      Y/N placed the book back in its place before walking over to the desk and leaning against it, in front of Jughead. He tried not to stare at Y/N’s long legs and rather at her pretty face. 

       “You wanna know why I came in here?” Y/N asked.


       “Everyone was trying to talk me into letting Chuck do a body shot off me. Even if I wasn’t wearing a dress, I wouldn’t have let him—-I have standards. It all gets a little too much for me sometimes,” she breathed. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be spilling my heart out to you, we barely know each other.”

      “It’s fine, people don’t usually bare heir souls to me mostly because of my sarcastic commentary.”

       Y/N smiled and slid off the desk. “Wanna know something else?”


       “Mr. Blossom also keeps some cognac worth more than Harvard’s tuition in his desk.” Y/N popped open a drawer and pulled out the bottle. “Cheryl and I found it a couple years ago and we’ve been sneaking drinks of it since.”

        Jughead was extremely surprised that Y/N was offering him drinks but that night was full of surprises. Over a few sips of cognac, they talked about everything: Jason’s death, conspiracies about it, writing, politics, and books.

         “Seriously, you’ve never read The Bell Jar?” Jughead asked.

         Y/N shook her head. “I know it’s supposed to be a classic but I just never got around to it.”

        “But you found time to read Crime and Punishment?”

        “Fine, you got me.” 

        Y/N giggled as she took another sip of cognac and leaned back against the desk. She was definitely more intoxicated than Jughead was and she was showing it. She laughed at almost everything Jughead said, but managed to hold her own in their conversation. It was surprising and extremely attractive.

        Then, Y/N stopped giggling as she stood and walked closer to Jughead. “You’re one of the smartest people I know.”

       “You do associate with a lot of idiots.”

       “Kind of,” Y/N said with a giggle. “But, I like that you’re really smart and this whole time, you didn’t stare at my boobs or my legs or try to flirt with me. It’s really nice of you.”

       “I do have respect for you.”

       “Thank you.” Y/N placed her hand on Jughead’s arm. “I really like you, Jughead.”

       “I really like you too.” 

       “Enough to kiss me?”

       That was the first time Jughead ever saw Y/N look shy and it was adorable. She kept her head bowed and barely peeked up at him as though she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. He was definitely flattered and as much as he wanted to kiss her in that moment, he knew better than to take advantage of her.

         “Yeah, I do, but not right now.” Jughead stood and his chest was against hers. “I don’t want you to want to kiss me because you had too much to drink, but because you want to.”

         “But I do want to,” Y/N whined.

         “You know what I mean. Let’s put this back and join the party, okay? They’re probably missing their princess.”

        “You think I’m a princess?”

          Jughead hesitated. “Well, yeah, everyone does.”

        Y/N’s expression fell a little bit and Jughead felt guilty, but he knew he was doing the right thing. If something was supposed to happen between him and Y/N, it would definitely happen. Jughead put the cognac back in its place and he and Y/N walked out of the study together. Almost immediately after they got back to the party, Cheryl grabbed her.

        “Come on, Y/N, we’re about to play spin the bottle,” Cheryl said.

        “Okay, can Jughead play?” Y/N asked.

        Cheryl glanced in his direction and shrugged. “I guess.”

        Jughead wanted to reject the offer but Y/N’s pleading look made him accept it. His friends were shocked that he joined the rest of the party in the game and they were even more shocked during Jughead’s turn to spin. They had watched Reggie make out with one of Cheryl’s friends, Archie kiss Veronica, and Betty kiss Kevin, but the real shock was when Jughead landed on Y/N. Her eyes got wide and her cheeks warmed up at the teasing Reggie, Chuck, and the others did as Jughead stood and walked over to her. Y/N seemed to hold her breath when Jughead kissed her sweetly. He smirked a little when he pulled away at the bashful look on Y/N’s face. Shortly after that night, they started dating mostly because Y/N would make a point to talk to him whenever she saw him at Pop’s or during their one shared class. Cheryl was vocal about her disapproval and Jughead got flack from his side as well, but ignored them since Y/N was one of the best things that happened to him.

        She offered to let him stay in her house—-which was actually a mansion not far away from Thornhill—-but Jughead declined out of pride. Y/N helped him out of his shell as gently and kindly as she could. Over a couple of months, Jughead’s friends warmed up to Y/N because they saw how nice she was to all of them and how good she was for Jughead. Unfortunately, Y/N’s friends were not as kind about it and things only got worse when FP was framed for Jason’s murder. Cheryl and Y/N got into a blow up argument about it the day of the Jubilee in front of everyone. Cheryl thought that Y/N was a traitor for dating the son of the man who killed Jason while Y/N thought Cheryl was being ridiculous for believing FP had anything to do with Jason’s death. Y/N was well aware FP wasn’t the best of guys but she also knew that if he had killed Jason, he wouldn’t have been living in a trailer or trying to be a better father for Jughead. Y/N wound up storming away from Cheryl and running into Archie, Veronica, and Betty. They had overheard the fight, but Y/N didn’t want to rehash any of it. Instead, she insisted on going along with them to see Jughead at South Side High to make sure he was okay. She wanted to see Jughead and escape from Riverdale for a little bit. When they discovered that he was okay since his dad was the leader of the Serpents, they were all able to relax.

      “What are you all doing here?” Jughead asked as he stepped away from his dangerous-looking friends.

      “We came to check up on you, but it looks like you’re doing just fine,” Betty said.

      Jughead turned to Y/N and noticed how sad she looked. “What happened?” 

      “I got in a fight with Cheryl.”

      Jughead sighed and glanced at his new South Side friends. “Let’s talk about this outside. You guys could get into serious trouble for barging in here.”

       “We could get into trouble here, that seems a little ironic,” Veronica said.

        Jughead ignored her comment and led them all outside into the cold, wintery afternoon. Veronica, Betty, and Archie gave the couple space and Jughead cupped Y/N’s face. 

         “Are you okay?” Jughead asked.

        “As okay as I can be after a girl I considered my sister called me a traitor.” Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes. “It hurts so much.”

        “What hurts?”

        “Everything, the fact that my best friend doesn’t accept my boyfriend and the fact that my boyfriend is several miles away from me now.” 

         “You do have a shiny car that you can use to see me every day,” Jughead teased.

         “It’s not the same. Without you, Riverdale High is too different. Your friends are nice but no one is quite like you, Jughead.”

        “And no one’s like you, Y/N. You’re so much stronger than you think you are and I’m a little surprised that you’re still with me.” 

        “Of course I’m still with you, I love you, Jughead.”

        Jughead froze and wiped the tears that fell from Y/N’s gorgeous y/e/c eyes. “I love you too.”

        He kissed her passionately and Y/N gripped his jacket, pulling him closer as she kissed back. It was a sweet but hot kiss that Y/N would’ve gotten carried away with if Betty, Veronica, and Archie weren’t a few feet away. She pulled away a little and grinned at him. Jughead smiled softly in her direction.

       Suddenly, her phone rang and Y/N reluctantly answered. “Hello?”

       “Hi, Y/N, it’s Cheryl. I just wanted you to know that after today, you won’t have to see me anymore.”

       “What are you talking about?” Y/N did not like the sober tone in Cheryl’s voice.

        “I’m going to be with Jason.”

        The other line went dead and Y/N felt her heartbreaking as she stepped away from Jughead. This could not be happening, she was not going to lose her best friend. Y/N shook her head and she saw Jughead’s lips moving but couldn’t hear the words coming out. She slowly turned around and headed towards her car, noticing the concerned expressions on Archie, Betty, and Veronica’s faces. They probably tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t hear anything until she kept trying and failing to open her car door.

         “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jughead asked.

        “Cheryl, she’s…she’s going to kill herself. She doesn’t think she has anything left.”

        That kicked everyone into high gear. Veronica gently took the car keys out of Y/N’s hands while Jughead calmed her down in the backseat of her car. They all already knew where Cheryl would be: Sweetwater River. Y/N’s heart was beating in her ears and Jughead’s voice was a bit soothing but she was still anxious.

       “We’re going to get her, Y/N, it’s all going to be okay,” Betty assured her.

        “I shouldn’t have yelled at her. I knew how delicate she was but when she called me a traitor, I lost it. If she dies, it’s my fault.”

         “No, she’s not going to die, Y/N,” Jughead said. 

         “I can’t lose her.”

         “You won’t,” Jughead promised.

         As soon as they got to the river, Y/N shot out of the car and ran into the woods with Jughead, Archie, Betty, and Veronica trailing after her.

         “Cheryl! CHERYL! I know you’re out here! Please don’t do this!” Y/N called.

          The rest of the gang shouted Cheryl’s name, but none of them compared to Y/N. Finally, they reached the river and Cheryl was sitting towards the center of it, trying to break through the ice. She was wearing a white dress, the same white dress she wore when she tried to help Jason fake his death.

           “CHERYL!” Y/N screamed.

          Cheryl didn’t hesitate as she continued trying to break the ice with something sharp. Quickly, Y/N walked onto the ice, despite Jughead’s arguing for her not to get on the ice. However, Archie was quicker than Y/N and got closer to Cheryl faster. Unfortunately, she slipped through the ice and into the river. Y/N’s heart stopped as she tripped and fell. Betty helped her up and held her as Archie started to try to punch through the ice to rescue Cheryl. Y/N couldn’t stop screaming her friend’s name but she couldn’t break out of the hold Betty and Veronica had on her. Jughead was at Archie’s side, trying to help him break the ice without hurting Cheryl. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for Y/N as Archie finally broke enough ice to pull Cheryl out. Y/N finally breathed a sigh of relief that her friend was alive. They all slowly walked back to Y/N’s car and took Cheryl back to Y/N’s house. Archie, Betty, and Veronica left to get ready for the dance after they made sure that Cheryl was okay but Jughead stuck around. Cheryl sat in front of Y/N’s fireplace, looking dead in the eyes.

          “Here, I made you cocoa,” Y/N said, handing the mug to Cheryl.

          Cheryl accepted it quietly and stared into the fire. 

         “Do you remember when we used to make s’mores in my fireplace? We used to get marshmallows everywhere and my mom would yell at us?” 

         “I talked you into making them inside because I didn’t want to be bitten by mosquitoes outside,” she said with a smile.

         “We never were outdoorsy, anyway. Except when your dad took us to the maple trees to get maple syrup for pancakes.”

         “Those were the days.”

          Y/N wrapped her arm around Cheryl. “You scared me so much today. If we hadn’t gotten to you when we did, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

         “I’m sorry for scaring you, but, it felt like I was losing you too. You didn’t want to go out with me as much and we started fighting. I blamed Jughead for it and it only got worse when FP got arrested, but he helped save me.” Cheryl turned to Jughead. “Thank you for that.”

      “You’re welcome,” Jughead said.

       Cheryl turned back to Y/N. “I shouldn’t have called you a traitor or insulted you or Jughead.”

       “I shouldn’t have yelled at you either. I know how hard it’s been for you since Jason died,” Y/N said. 

        They hugged again, laughing a little. Jughead couldn’t help but smile at how happy his girlfriend was. As awful as Cheryl could be, she must not be too bad if someone like Y/N was willing to stay friends with her and save her life.

        “Don’t you have a dance to be going to?” Cheryl asked. “It would be nothing without your presence.”

        Y/N shook her head. “The dance can wait, my best friend’s a little more important.”

       Jughead breathed a sigh of relief. He had grown used to the fact that being Y/N’s boyfriend meant that he would have to go to a lot of social events, but the dance was probably the last place he needed to be seen. The whole town hated him and the whole town would be in attendance so he was certainly dodging a bullet. For the next few hours, he watched Game of Thrones with Y/N and Cheryl, laughing at Cheryl’s complaining.

        “There are too many characters,” she sniped.

       “That’s what makes it so interesting—-there are so many layers and characters that add something unique to the story, now shh, I’m trying to listen to Jon Snow,” Y/N muttered back.

         “Nerd,” Cheryl teased.

          “You’re the one who chose to be this nerd’s best friend.”

         Their commentary only got better with each episode they watched. After two more episodes, Cheryl was well enough to go home and Y/N and Jughead dropped her off.

          “Thanks for everything and Jughead, if you break Y/N’s heart, I’ll break you.”


           “Good night, Cheryl,” Y/N sang.

           Cheryl blew her a kiss before sauntering into her house. Y/N pulled out of the long driveway and started heading back to Riverdale.

          “What do you want to do now?” Jughead asked.

          “We could stop by the dance if you want,” Y/N said gently.

         Jughead bristled a little. “Of course, you would still want to go to that.”

        “I get that you don’t want to go because of everything going on with your dad, but I know that you would be fine as long as we went together.”

        “People still talk.”

       “But you’re Jughead Jones, you don’t care what people think or say about you. It’s one of the things I love you and I envy you for it. I care too much of what people think about me, but I still want to go.”

       “It’s expected of you though.”

       “Yes, but don’t you want to support Betty and Archie? She’s supposed to give a speech and Archie is slated to perform with Veronica anyway. A good friend would go support them.”

       Jughead loathed how good Y/N was at talking him into things and an hour later, the two of them walked into the Riverdale High gymnasium, dressed to the nines. Jughead was wearing his dark suit from the last dance and Y/N wore a pretty pink babydoll dress with some silver heels. They walked in just in time for Archie’s performance and hung around the back of the gymnasium. The redhead smiled wider when he spotted his best friend with his girlfriend. Of course, the pair got some looks, but Y/N distracted Jughead by making him dance with her during Archie and Veronica’s performance. When they were done, Betty stepped onto the stage and delivered a great speech about the future of Riverdale and its inclusivity. When Betty said that Riverdale “is Jughead Jones”, Y/N noted Jughead’s expression of surprise and listened as Betty said that if Riverdale wasn’t willing to accept the good and bad, there was no hope for the town. It was true and Y/N made a mental note to compliment Betty on her speech later. She managed to do both and as soon as she and Jughead complimented Betty as well as Archie, Jughead practically dragged her out of the gymnasium.

           “What’s going on with you, Jughead? Was it that painful to stand through?” Y/N teased. 

          Jughead finally stopped when they got to Y/N’s car and he kissed her harshly. He pulled away and said, “You look amazing tonight and it’s been driving me crazy.”
         Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really? Maybe we should go back to your place then.”

       A few minutes later, Jughead and Y/N burst through the trailer’s door, not able to keep their hands off of each other. Y/N pulled away for a second to pull Jughead’s jacket off him before reconnecting their lips. Jughead ended up picking her up without breaking the kiss and carrying her over to the kitchen. His hands slid underneath her skirt right after he set her down on the counter. Y/N moaned into the kiss as she started undoing his tie and threw it to the side. Jughead slid his hands up to Y/N’s hips, bringing the silky dress up with it. He pulled away and looked into Y/N’s lust glazed eyes. She gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and leaned her forehead against his.

      “Is this okay?” he whispered.

       Y/N nodded.

      “Say it.”


       As soon as the word left her mouth, Jughead almost tore the dress away off her. Before she could get self conscious, Jughead was kissing her once more and littering her neck with kisses and bites.

      “You’re so beautiful,” he muttered.

      “No, you are,” she whispered back.

      He looked up at her with a grin and just when Y/N started unbuttoning his shirt, someone banged on the trailer door. Y/N jumped and Jughead calmed her down before going to answer it. All the Serpents were there and one of them handed Jughead FP’s leather jacket.

        “Just know that, we Serpents look after each other so if you have any problems, just let us know,” he said.

        “Thanks,” Jughead said.

        Y/N slowly walked over to the door, careful to cover her bare chest with her dress. When she saw Jughead slip on his leather jacket with the Serpent regala on the back, her body felt like it was buzzing. He turned to face her, a single black curl falling onto his forehead. 

         “Come inside, Jughead,” Y/N said quietly.

         Jughead frowned a little but obeyed, bidding goodbye to the Serpents, and closing the door behind him. “Sorry about that.”

          “Don’t be.” Y/N dropped her dress on the floor and walked over to Jughead. Her fingers grazed the worn lapels of the jacket. “I’ve always had a thing for bad boys, the kind who wear leather jackets like greasers.”

          Jughead put his hands on her hips and pulled her close. “So, you like the new jacket?”

         “Uh huh.” She kissed him deeply and continued to unbutton his shirt as they walked backwards towards his room. They pulled away for a moment and Jughead went to take off the jacket so he could take off the shirt as well when Y/N stopped him. “No, leave the jacket.”


      “Would you have me any other way?”

      Jughead grinned at her as he tossed her on the bed before crawling over her, taking off his shirt and leaving the jacket back on. He couldn’t believe that after all the crap he went through, he somehow got the girl of his dreams. It was like a nightmare that turned into a very sweet dream and Jughead was petrified of waking up. 

anonymous asked:

I understand your feelings about Nalu. All the other couples had important romantic moments in this last arc, except Nalu. Nalu had many moments, but no one really important, or romantic. And whenever it seemed the time had come, nothing happened (for example, the last one, when everyone expected a Nalu reunion that there wasn't). 1/2

“I thought that being the endgame couple would be the last to develop, but this is the last arc, and nothing really romantic is still happened, although they will be canon in the last chapter, it is still a disappointment, because they deserved more development. 2/2″

I don’t know, I feel like they’ve had really good development in this arc, at least from Lucy, especially considering the toll of being one year apart. Gajevy and Gruvia (for the most part) stayed together over the timeskip, while our mains were split up. Jerza wasn’t together, but hell, we already know they fuckin getting married. Anyway, my point is, the time apart could have affected them more, but I think it’s a testament to their relationship that their relationship didn’t change, or in my opinion, got stronger when Natsu returned. Natsu is incredibly encouraging to Lucy in the Avatar arc, and puts her mind at ease on several occasions. This is so important because Lucy is usually bright and positive, yet we see her as nervous and disbelieving a lot in the Avatar arc, which I’m sure Natsu noticed, and wanted to make go away. He’s not someone who “confesses”, so we have to kinda guess through his actions. Although, his after-war plans could be something along those lines??? I don’t know anymore.

In the Alvarez arc, we have seen varying gravities of Nalu moments. One of the first ones is when Natsu is no where to be seen on the radar, and everyone, especially Lucy, is pretty distraught about it, and we see the relief on her face when they say they found him. A major Nalu moment was chapter 468-69, when Natsu’s unconscious body is dropped at Lucy’s feet for the first of many times LMFAO in this arc. A lot of this arc is Lucy worrying about Natsu, bless that poor woman’s heart, and we already know all of those parts. We probably only need to go over the Nalu moments initiated by Natsu. 

TL:DR: it’s completely unnecessary to go over Lucy’s initiated Nalu moments, because we already know this bitch is in love with him okay. Let’s just stick to Natsu’s.

  • Going back to Caracol (?) Island, we can recall that Erza and Lucy were sucked away by Marin’s magic, and although Natsu of course cared about both of them, we see his arm reaching out where Lucy was
  • In chapter 477, Lucy was about to be killed by Jacob while protecting Mavis, and Natsu swoops in just in time to save his wife. And with a quirky yet sweet quote. *picks up volume 56 laying next to me* “Lucy is still Lucy, even if all that’s left is her head. But I’d feel sorry for her like that so…I’m gonna have to burn you to ashes!!” This is a great parallel to Edolas, when he says *picks up volume 21* “Just try putting even a scratch on Lucy…and I’ll turn you all into ashes!!!”
  • Natsu is a v proud husband when Lucy tricks Jacob into letting Marin out of his magic space.
  • Natsu says it is fun to mess with Lucy on their way to August, while Brandish messes with her
  • Knowing that Lucy was about to run to help Brandish, and that doing so would get her killed, Natsu fuckin leaps out and not only basically tackles her, but fuckin cradles her head like goddamn how much cuter does it get, folks
  • Nalu loses 10 points because of Natsu grabbing her tits when they wake up from that whole Universe One thing
  • Alright the next one occurs when Brandish takes Natsu, Lucy, and Happy away from Gray and Juvia. Brandish grows Natsu’s tumor, causing him to pass out once again. And, as we saw from last time, waking up is difficult, and should take a long time. Yet, we see Natsu struggling and shaking to get up while Lucy fights Brandish, literally exhausting his dumb ass after trying to say Lucy’s name but only getting halfway through before collapsing again. Commitment amirite
  • Ah yes. Then we have The Moment. This part is simply not explained enough, but it is touched on in a Q and A in volume 60. *gets volume* Mira’s order of events states that: 1. DiMaria stopped time. 2. Natsu notices Lucy (and stares at her chest) (me: a joke btw) 4. Anyway, Natsu removes the ropes from Lucy ( insert another joke about him staring at her tits from Mira lmao) 5. Natsu sees an unmoving Lucy and mistakes her for dead. 5. The power of END awakens! And blah blah he punches the shit outta Dimaria and leaves for Zeref. TL;DR: He was originally able to move in stopped time simply because he’s a demon apparently, or that’s what Mira (Mashima) tried to convince us. This, and the flashback he has, convinces us that he thought Lucy was dead, cries and cradles her for a moment, turns into END, and yeah. Also, it is alleged that Lucy was the only one who could stop him from doing The Stupid Shit, based on what he says to Gray after he ends the flashback.
  • Long skip of time here before we see any Natsu Nalu moments because Lucy is giving us so much Nalu material, Mashima was probably like “eh that’s enough, I don’t want to actually give the fans anything too good” lmfao
  • The next time we have anything relating Nalu from Natsu, is when we meet Brandish and Dimaria again in Magnolia’s streets. Dimaria is scared shitless of him, and Natsu says he probably overdid it, and I think Brandish is the one who says it was because he thought Lucy had died. Not really a moment, but at least they brought it up again
  • When Lucy is forced to leave Natsu’s battle with Zeref, she tells him not to lose, and he basically promises her that he’s totally got this. Which, hell yeah he did
  • When Lucy saves Natsu’s life by rewriting the book, Natsu is aware it is her doing, and thanks her. One of the things leading me to believe Natsu thinks of Lucy as more than a friend, are usually his facial expressions. If Natsu were thanking someone like Wendy, I just feel like he’d have a completely different look on his face.

Yeah, that’s…all we got lol. I always thought it would be harder to get Lucy on the Nalu train, but she’s literally driving the fucking Nalu train. It would take me years to talk about her contribution to Nalu in this arc. Especially after Natsu’s facade of a death, I’m not worried in the slightest about Lucy’s feelings not being romantic for Natsu. 

So here’s what has to happen for Natsu to actually get on the god damn Nalu train after so long without initiating a major Nalu moment. 

1. The “Happy” Route: This is a pun and I’m proud of it. In this end, Happy’s mention of Natsu’s after-war plans is about Lucy, and everything is peachy-keen. Automatic Safe Zone

2. The “Sacrifice” Route: In this Nalu route, Lucy has to play a role in Acnologia’s death or the return of the dragon slayers, specifically involved in a way where she nearly dies, and we can just do the whole “didn’t know how much you mattered to me until you were gone” thing. But a lot of things have to go right wrong in order for this to even happen. 

NEW ONE I JUST EDITED IN: Lucy does something drastic that puts her in danger, because she believes Natsu is actually dead.

If none of these things happen, I’m afraid Nalu might not even have a “Implied Canon” ending. And all I want is Implied canon. Literally. And if Mashima refuses to give us that….I’m obviously not gonna hate him or anything…I’ll just be extremely upset for the rest of my life.

I can’t remember your question…I hope I didn’t run off the tracks but I probs did lmfao

Normal Day

This week’s WWM Flash Ficlet prompt was:

Today is like any normal day. Except you keep seeing the same stranger at random times and every where you see them, little things begin to change.

I’m barely scooting in under the wire, but all my editing time got eaten this week.


Cas doesn’t think about it too hard when there’s a stranger in his usual seat on the bus. It’s late July and all the college kids are moving back to town, some changeover can be expected in his morning commute. But he’s also uncaffeinated, so it’s not worth fussing over. Cas claims a seat closer to the back, plugs his headphones in, and goes back to ignoring his fellow passengers.

Or he tries to. The stranger stares at him the entire ride from his apartment complex to campus. It would feel creepy if Cas wasn’t also contending with a hangover washing over him as the bus moves. Briefly, he wonders if he’s coming down sick, a single beer with a burger and fries shouldn’t give him a hangover, and even if it did… He woke up this morning feeling fine. But then, his hand is aching, throbbing in time with the pounding in his head. Maybe he had more to drink than he remembers, or finally accepted his downstairs neighbor’s invitation to come relax.

There’s a flash when the bus pulls up to his stop, sunlight glinting off of a windshield, that briefly dazzles him. The fabric on the seat where the stranger sat is different when he glances at it, trying to get his eyes to refocus, wood instead of garish blue. But then it looks normal after his eyes flick away for a moment.

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Platonic My Ass - Tony Stark x Reader

Originally posted by duckbuttt

Words: 965
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Featuring: most Avengers- it’s a stark party.
Warnings: drinking, hangovers, mentions of smut (but there was no actual smut written) and swearing. SEXUAL REFERENCES.
Requested: Nope and I’m kinda glad it wasn’t because this is hell
Authors Note: Tony Stark is cool just imagine this <- THIS IS WHAT I HAD WRITTEN AS AN AUTHORS NOTE WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA ACTUALLY POST IT LOL. LET’S LAUGH AT MY CRINGE WRITING. I kinda went in and tried to edit it a bit, so I hope it’s not THAT bad.

Masterlist. Request List.

You were lucky to have Tony Stark as one of your best friends. He would help you with your science projects, and you would help him with his. You did help him finalize the first official Iron Man suit- he promised you twelve percent of the credit.

And what was even better is that your friendship is truly platonic.

Well, most of the time.

It all dates back to a Tony Stark party. It was right after the Avengers had taken down yet another Hydra base- and you were there to help your friends celebrate. Plus, who doesn’t love a good excuse to drink?

When Tony throws a party, he usually has girls all over him. But he decided, that since you did so great on helping them with the mission, that he would talk with you the whole night. It had been a long while since you and Tony just had a normal talk over a drink or three. And that’s what you miss probably the most since he became Iron Man- but you’re also helping him help the world, so either way, at least something is good.

But this one specific party, for some reason, just got different. You were positive that you and Tony would just talk nonsense like best friends normally do, but since you both had seemed to have one too many drinks, your platonic friendship had taken a turn.

It wasn’t like either of you wanted to hook up with the other, it just, kind of, happened.

And neither of you were looking for relationships at the time either, which made it a little weirder the days that followed.

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Book Club.

Mkay. I love that Gladio is so hype about reading. I’m doing a literature degree and it just makes me hella happy. So here, have some reader and Gladio being hype about books. Pure fluff. 

Tagging @fieryfantasy and @itshaejinju because they love Gladioooooo and I think they’re fab <3

The Lucian National library never ceased to impress you. From it’s tall, seemingly never ending spiral bookcases to the simple elegancy of architecture of the building, in your eyes it was the most beautiful place in the city.

You frequented it whenever you could, either to explore what new literature was available or to simply get away from life for a few hours. It was calm, quiet, peaceful. It was an escape. You found yourself in there one afternoon, rooting through the bookshelves to find something new to get lost in. You became so immersed in walking round the shelves, however, that you failed to realise you were headed straight for another human being until you collided with him sideways, knocking the book he was examining out of his hands.

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to have a friend, chapter four: $80

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fun fact i actually finished this like…..tuesday at 4 am cause i died for a bit between like 10-1 and then couldnt sleep. i have edited it since then tho so i promise its not too much of a disaster!

warnings: implied past self harm, discussions of mental health, depression/depressive episodes, some suicidal thoughts. let me know if anything else needs to be tagged


From: Evan
To: Connor
     Just go t home
     Hope things ar eok with yoru family

Connor stares at the texts for a few moments before he falls back onto his bed.

Who knows how his family is.

Actually, he knows. A fucking mess. That’s what his family is.

He can hear Zoe practicing in the room next to him, forgoing headphones and using her amp because she wants to piss him off more. Larry had slunk back to his office, and Connor was sure he did as soon as the opportunity presented itself. His mom is in the kitchen, probably aggressively cleaning dishes like a sparkling plate will fix her shattered family.

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The Stolen Gems [Thranduil/Bard] [Rated: Explicit] Chapter 01

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters. I am making no money off of this.

Author’s Note: Alternate universe with modern day setting fic. First attempt at a Barduil fic too (well, publicly anyway). Sorry if it sucks. Sexy time won’t happen until the final chapter, so I hope you like the “mystery” as much as the sex.

For @themirkyking

The Stolen Gems

By MoonofMorrigan

Chapter One

Work had been slow of late for Bard. His last case, a simple one of a cheating husband took all of 3 days to close. They were often that way anymore. Occasionally he would encounter someone who asked him to investigate something radical like a missing person, or a stolen object that they preferred to not inform the police about, but it was very rare.

He had worked his way through school for this by using his skills on the docks. The labor was hard, but at least it was always busy. He threw another dart at the dartboard which hung on the door in front of him. It landed straight in the center. Bullseye!

He sat back and closed his eyes and began to dose off when his company phone rang jolting him awake. It rang 2 more times before he picked it up, and on the other end was a deep, masculine tenor of a voice.

“Mr. Bowman?”

“Yes, this is he. Can I help you?”

“I hope so. I wish for you to investigate some stolen property for me. Are you able to make arrangements to come to my office tonight after 9 p.m.?”, the man on the other end inquired.

Bard frowned. That was well passed closing shop for him.

“I assure you, it will be worth your while.” the man continued no doubt noticing the silent pause.

“Very well,” he answered briskly, his interest slightly peaked. At least it wasn’t another cheating spouse or significant other, “but who may I ask will I be meeting, and where is your office?”

“My apologies,” the man on the other line paused before answering, clearing his throat, “Thranduil Oropherion. My office is downtown in the…”

“Mirkwood Industries?” Bard cut him off unintentionally once he heard the man’s name.

Another pause. “Yes. My office is on the top floor. I’ll tell security to let you in.”

“Su-sure.” Bard stammered, “I’ll be there at 9 sharp.”

“Thank you. I look forward to our meeting.”

The line went dead a moment later. Bard was still holding the earpiece up to his ear when the beeping sound began. He put it down on the receiver with a look of wonder. Mirkwood Industries? Not just someone in the company either, but the owner, CEO, Chairman of the Board Thranduil Oropherion wanted to meet with him at that.  The company owned half of the city basically. If he played this right, the commission would be huge!

Bard made arrangements for his babysitter to stay a little later so he could meet with this Mr. Oropherion. But when he found himself parking in the company’s garage and being buzzed in by the security officer a feeling of nervous dread intermingled with excitement found it’s way into the pit of his stomach. It only increased when once inside the building with it’s polished to the point of being able to see his face in it floors, elevators and at times walls themselves. He was met by a rather tall, dark-haired man who greeted him, and told him his name was Elrond.

He led Bard to an elevator that could only be found after walking through a dizzying amount of hallways, which immediately opened. He explained that it was one of only four that led to Mr. Oropherion’s office on the top floor.

Bard gave the man a wide-eyed, questioning look at this. Elrond then explained that it was for security purposes. Bard nodded then looked ahead of him, wishing at once that he didn’t. It was one of those glass elevators that looked out over the city. The office they were going to was 26 floors up. He turned away feeling nauseous.

“Do you have a problem with heights Mr. Bowman?” inquired the man beside him.

Bard looked up expecting to see a sadistically amused smile on his face, but only seen a creased brow that seemed to convey curiosity more than concern or mocking.

“Only in situations such as this…”, he paused and turned around to face the doors instead of the world below him. “When the world is in motion as the height climbs, that is.”

Elrond merely nodded in understanding, and a couple moments later the bell pinged on the 26th floor and the silver doors opened. Bard stepped out into a lobby or waiting room of sorts, with a large, sleek desk situated just before a set of frosted glass doors and a silvery steel door situated just a few feet away from the desk. The occupant of the desk had long since gone home, and the lights in the room itself was dim. At the corner of the glass doors sat a secuirty guard. He briefly looked up, nodded at Elrond, gave Bard a look over, and went back to browsing through whatever it was he was looking at on his phone.

Elrond strode to the door without hardly making any sound at all on the hardwood floor, and knocked. Bard followed looking down at the dark wood. Who puts hardwood floor on an office level building Bard mused. Then considered who he was about to meet. Someone with too much money, who liked to show off. Bard had never set eyes on Thranduil Oropherion. He was considered eccentric, recluse to an extent. The last picture taken of him had been at his wife’s funeral over 10 years ago.  Bard tried to conjure up the image of the man in the newspaper. All he could remember was blond hair, and from what he remembered the man was fairly good looking. But beyond that he couldn’t recall anything else.

He’s probably some old, fat, bitter, ugly business man now with thinning hair, Bard thought to himself just before the door opened. He gasped in as much shock as surprise. Surprise by the door suddenly opening during his reverie. Shock however, was due to something entirely different. The man before him was literally beautiful. He could only tell it was a man by the broad shoulders and stronger lines of his face and body. His hair was a shock of nearly white blond. For a moment Bard was literally speechless. He managed to pull himself together a moment later.

“I’m Bard Bowman. Mr. Oropherion asked to me to meet him here.”

The man looked him up and down, cocked his head to the side with a slight upturn coming to his lips, and gestured for him to come in. Bard edged himself inside the door, expecting Elrond to follow, but instead when he looked behind him, Elrond was walking away and the door was shutting. Bard came to the middle of the room and looked around. No one else was here but him and the other man, and the room itself was not only perfectly clean, very efficient and business looking, but also very cold feeling. This room conveyed no sense of warmth. It was a place of business, and business only.  He did spot a wine and liqueur bar off to the far wall, a couple of personal items in view, pictures mostly, but nothing more than that. The desk was just as large as the secretary’s, with a two monitor system computer, that he noted was not only the latest edition, but powerful enough to hack into a government website if the person wanted to.

The man approached him and held out a hand, “I am Thranduil Oropherion. Forgive me, it’s been a very stressful day.”

Bard recognized the voice, and took the hand in his. He noted it was callused and rough like a laborer’s hand would be, or someone who at the very least indulged in something that required lifting and lots of use of hand work.  He also couldn’t help noticing how tall he was at this point. Bard only came up to his chin.

“It’s quite alright.”  He made an open gesture. “How can I help you?”

The tall man grinned. “Right into business then? I like that.” He gestured to a set of leather chairs sitting in front of the huge desk, “Please have a seat.” He walked over to the stand where the alcohol lay out, “Would you care for a drink?”

Bard almost didn’t register the question at first as he was too busy noticing the long, low ponytail of white-gold hair that the man had which reached to his waist, not to mention, he couldn’t help noticing the man’s very taut ass.  Bard was bi-sexual, and while he tended to go for women more than men, this guy was sending his senses off the chart.

“Ah… um, no. I’m driving tonight.”

Thranduil proceeded to put some ice in a glass, and pour a large glass of what looked to be scotch in it, before turning and coming to his seat. He sat after putting the glass down, and looked across the desk at Bard as he crossed one leg over the other.  

“As I mentioned over the phone this afternoon, I had some property stolen.”

Bard opened his mouth to give the usual speech about alerting the police, but the man put a hand up to silence him.

“I know what you’re about to advise. Contact the police, let them make a report. Perhaps I’ll get it back in one piece someday, yes?” His eyebrows came up in mock inquiry. Bard only nodded, then sat back in his chair to listen to the man’s explanation as to why he didn’t want to. “You see, the problem here is not that I do not know who took it. I just need to why, and who has it now. Of course, I’d like to see it returned, but if not, considering the circumstances…” The blond haired man trailed off and took a drink of his whiskey.

Bard gave the man a puzzled look before he asked, “Who do you believe has stolen it then Mr. Oropherion? And more to the point what was stolen?”

The man’s blue-gray eyes narrowed for a moment at the question. Then he got up once more and walked to a wall opposite him. He clicked on a button that was all but hidden save an almost invisible line, and it swung forward to reveal a safe. The man keyed in the combination, and opened it. He took out a picture, and presented it to Bard.

Bard studied it. It was a necklace of diamonds and pearls. An exquisite thing that any woman would want about their neck.

“This was the necklace my late wife wore on our wedding day. It is worth roughly five million dollars.” Bard nearly dropped the photograph, as he looked up at the man in shock, “I keep it in this safe.” He pointed to the safe behind him, and continued, “I check it’s contents daily. This morning I found the necklace gone.”

Bard hesitated before daring to ask his question. “Who do you think has taken it? How many people have access to the safe?”

Thranduil looked away, closing his eyes and sighing heavily. His hands fidgeted for a moment at his sides before he walked back over to his desk and sat down. He took another sip of his liqueur before answering, “Counting yourself, there are only four people in this world that have any knowledge of the safe’s existence. The first of course is myself, you, the contractor who designed the area for it to be placed in, and hidden… and finally… my son.” The man bit his lip and closed his eyes with a shake of his head. When he opened them he took another sip of his beverage, and turned his eyes on Bard.

Duty was intermingling with attraction at this point, and the attraction was dulling his senses. He shook it off. “You believe,” he paused for second, shifted in his seat before he looked at Thranduil with a furrowed brow, “that your son may have taken it?”

“Bluntly put, yes, I do.” Thranduil answered sitting back in his chair, drink in hand.

Bard shook his head. His son? “What reason do you possibly think he could have to do it?”

Thranduil shrugged. “That’s one of the reasons I wanted to hire you, and also considering who it is that I suspect has done it, you understand why I do not want to involve the police.”

Bard’s head was nodding in understanding and agreement at this thought. “Have you confronted him about it? Gotten any possible ideas what he did with it?”

“Yes, and no.” Thranduil drained the last of the amber liquid from the glass and set it down on the desk. “I have confronted him. He denies it of course, but I know he is lying. A father can always tell when his son is lying. But because he is denying it, I have no idea what he did with it, or why he took it in the first place.”

Bard hung his head and blinked several times as he thought. This is going a whole lot of no where very fast! He unconsciously made a hopeless gesture.

Thranduil sighed heavily, “I know it’s not much to go on. Nothing really. But I assure you money is no object, and whatever you require, I will be more than happy to provide. While the necklace is precious to me, as it was my wife’s, my son is more so. I fear… he may have gotten involved with some rather less than auspicious groups of people.”

Bard’s face contorted into a look of concern. Was this man eluding to mafia connections? The blond merely stared at him silently. There was a pleading in those eyes, and the lips had become a thin line as he watched Bard’s reactions.

“I can not guarantee results Mr Oropherion. I am by no means a top investigator in this city. “ He hated to say his next words, but he felt he should, “Perhaps I am not the best person to ask to take on this case sir. I…” He looked around him suddenly embarrassed.  “I am not sure I will be able to handle anything like this. I have a family, and I can’t afford anything… unsavory to happen to me, if you understand my meaning sir. I’m all my kids got.”

He watched Thranduil look away, then back again. He was considering something. He eyed Bard and got up with his glass, and went back over to the table, pouring himself another glassful.

“Actually, I think I have the perfect man for the job then,” Thranduil said, before he turned around giving Bard a pointed look. “You understand my plight more than anyone.” He crossed the room again, but remained standing. He put the glass on the desk and bent forward becoming eye level with Bard. “I had you checked out before I called you. I know you’re the right person for this job Mr. Bowman.”

Bard’s eyes went wide for a moment and he felt his mouth open in astonishment. He forced himself to snap out of and force his expression into a neutral one. “You had me investigated before you called me?”

“Of course. But I can’t have just anyone coming in here to discuss family business with. Not to mention the location of my more precious belongings.” Thranduil’s eyes flickered over to the safe for a moment then back to Bard. “Take the case, Mr. Bowman. I will make sure your children are well cared for while you are on it.”

Bard felt like he would be pinned to the ground by the intensity of the stare Thranduil was giving him. He nodded and in a quiet voice said, “Alright, when would you like me to begin?”

Thranduil stood back up to his full height as he considered the dark-haired man before him.  He  was slightly shorter than him, streaks of white were beginning to thread their way through a head full of soft black curls. His face had a well groomed thin mustache, soul patch and chin beard.  He was dressed in a dark, navy suit, the tie just a shade lighter than the suit. The shirt appeared to have the slightest hint of navy blue stitches sewn into the fabric.  The shoes, black and slightly scuffed on the sides were still polished and shiny. While most wouldn’t think too much of this, Thranduil did.  By caring how he looked, he obviously cared how his clients viewed him. The suit was not tailor-made or name brand, which made no difference to Thranduil, he knew this man couldn’t afford anything of that nature, but his grooming and dress was definitely well cared for.

“Tomorrow, if possible. As for where, I was hoping you would have an idea of where you should begin to be honest,” Thranduil commented, sat back down, gathered his drink in his hands, and leaned back in his seat once more releasing the man from his gaze. He couldn’t help noting their soft brown color, and wondered briefly if his eyes were perhaps hazel. He was actually very pleasing to look at. Thranduil was the type of person who didn’t pay much attention to gender, as much as the individual themselves, albeit friendship or even more intimately. The person needed to strike a cord with him. This humble, dark-haired man who seemed a great deal more exhausted and worried than most individuals would notice, managed to do that.

“Fair enough,” he nodded in understanding, “I suppose I should first exam the case you kept the necklace in, then I’d like to speak to your son at the earliest convenient time,” Bard replied softly with a furrowed brow as he seemed to be thinking aloud. He turned to look at the open safe.

“Of course,” Thranduil gestured to the wall safe, “be my guest.”

He watched as the man stood, and stretched his legs, without trying to make it seem like he had done so,  then crossed the room to the safe. He watched him rummage about in it, then lift out of the steel case he kept the velvet covered box that had housed the necklace since he had given it to his wife on their wedding day to wear. He opened it, he was able to see the man was taking in the outlines the necklace had made over the years on the velvet inside it. He looked up at Thranduil thoughtfully for a moment, closed the box and returned it, took a brief glance around at the rest of the contents and then, returned to the seat he had been in before.

He pulled out a notebook and shortened ballpoint pen from him pocket, clicked the pen, and sat down.  “Also, I don’t mean to give you the wrong impression, but I do have to ask where you were, and what you did between last night and this morning.

Thranduil let out a bark of laughter at this, then gathering his senses he stated still with some mirth in his voice, “Of course! You can’t rule me out just because I own the thing.” He let his smile fade, but was still amused by this, “I was home – alone of course, except for the maid.  She left at 9:30 last night I believe. After that, not a soul can vouch for me aside from the security guards here.” He made an open gesture to his surroundings, and drained his scotch again.

“Of… of course,” Bard stammered looking away in thought.

Thranduil watched him silently. The other man sat before him several minutes without speaking, making notes every now and then. Finally, he looked up. “My apologies, I prefer to make my immediate notes in cases like this in the place of crime. That way it’s still fresh in my mind.”

Thranduil nodded, “Perfectly understandable. “

“You mentioned the security guards would know who would come in and out of here at all times, correct?”

Thranduil nodded again as he confirmed it, “If the ones at the front doors miss it for whatever reason, there are still security cameras everywhere.” He pointed to an area behind them where a black security camera hung just low enough to be seen. Bard noted it and made another sentence in his notebook, then shifted to put the notebook back in his pocket.

“So, it’s reasonable to think that you basically caught your son on the cameras taking the necklace?” Bard asked with a considerate tone of voice.

“Yes, it is. In fact,” Thranduil bent down and pulled open the bottom door to his desk, and brought out the dvd he had the security team make of the night before, “the security footage is right here.” He held it up, laid it on the desk and slid it across to Bard. He was having a hard time keeping his emotions in check over this.

Bard shrugged as he took it up and turned it over in his hands before looking back up at Thranduil, “Well, you did say you knew who did it.”

“Yes,” Thranduil looked down, deciding to let some of his concern actually show, “I will not be pressing charges. I just need to know why he did it. Who has it now, and of course, if it can be returned. Please, understand, it’s not that I don’t think he should have punishment over this, but prison over stealing something that he could have just taken if he asked, is another. The necklace is as much his, as it is mine. He is my only son. My only child in fact.” He looked back up at the man who was returning it with sympathetic eyes. “I’m sure you understand.”

Bard didn’t give a verbal answer. He only broke eye contact and nodded turning the DVD over in his hands once more.  Finally, Bard looked up at him as they had sat in silence for several tense moments.  “Well, I think I have everything I need to get started.”

Thranduil let his practiced, public smile come to his face, “Very good. Will you wish to speak to my son here or at our residence?” as he stood and began crossing the room with the other man.

Bard looked around. “Perhaps at home. It’s been my experience that kids talk easier if they are in a familiar environment. How old is your son by the way?” Bard asked as they walked to the door.

“Seventeen. You know, the perfect age to get in trouble – real trouble.” Thranduil opened the door for Bard, and seen him turn to look around once more.

“Yes, it is. Um, sorry, one last question. Elrond, I think is his name, mentioned there are four elevators that lead here. Where are they all?”

Thranduil walked into the lobby and pointed each one out. The one in the back was the one he took the most interest in, but made no comment regarding it. Thranduil knew why however, it was the only one Legolas could have come up to without being seen immediately by the security guard by the door. The video would confirm it.

“Everyone uses key cards to come in correct?” Bard asked as they returned to the main portion of the lobby.

“Yes, even Legolas. He also has a key to the safe box I keep the necklace in. He comes in to check the contents for me if I am unable.” Thranduil told him as they came to the elevator Bard originally came to the floor in.

“Okay, okay… those are the only things I can think of at this moment.” Thranduil smiled and took a business card from his suit pocket to hand to Bard, “Oh, your home address so that I can speak with your son in the morning.”

“Of course. May I borrow your pen?” Bard fished the pen out of his pocket, and handed it to him. Thranduil quickly scribbled the address on the back of another business card, and handed it and the pen to Bard. “The phone numbers I wrote on the back will ring directly to me.”

“Thank you. I’ll try to be at your house at 10 o'clock.Good night Mr. Oropherion.”

“Perfect.” The doors slid open to the elevator. “Please just call me Thranduil. Good night, Mr. Bowman.” The doors slid shut before the other man could reply.

Tall Tales

The bookshop she often visited was a nameless, decrepit storefront tucked down a hidden street, not far from the harbor. It was nestled between two grandiose buildings - merchant buildings and services - that almost seemed to pretend as if the bookshop wasn’t there. While they were both shining and new, with polished stone facades and perfectly poured glass windows, the bookshop was a strange, little building that leaned dangerously to the left, using one of the shinier buildings to hold itself up, like a drunkard being forced out of fancy gentleman’s club. The windows had darkened with age and the dirt of decades, light barely seeping in or out, and there was a ratty tabby that hissed when people who weren’t familiar customers inched too close to the front door.

Honestly, it didn’t seem like the kind of place she would frequent, but the bookstore had been there for years, and its owner was able to get her nearly every book she ever wanted - no questions asked.  

“Ah, Miss.”

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An; It’s been awhile, but I’m catching up. I’ll try to get everything caught up before next week, so send in some Christmas/Holiday requests if you have any you’d like me to do. 

Pairing-Trevor x Reader


Warnings-Swearing, teasing, mentions of food, 

Summary-After meeting the new worker, Trevor can’t help but fall for the newest addition to Achievement Hunter, and he confesses in a video. Luckily, Y/N feels the same way. 

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anonymous asked:

While lots of cutscenes in TOZ seems clumsily executed I wouldn't call those particular elements plot holes. Tales of Zestiria is a game that ask the players to put the pieces together by themselves and a game that was meant to break general game patterns, like they did by making people think Alisha was the heroine to have the story destroy that possibility (yes I hardly think the promotion was a mistake) /1

For the Dezel backstory, I personally fail to understand how so many people were confused by it. Yes the sequence was weirdly executed but the informations were clear. Dezel says it himself, while he was happy for his companions he didn’t want their journey to end. Contradiction calls malevolence. His blessing became a curse. /2

 I agree the lack of backstory and motive for maltran is frustrating (though there is a little sidequest about her in lastonbell). But this is Sorey’s story we only see things from his point of view and he could not magically find all informations and go out of his way to search Maltran’s backstory. Malevolent people exists. You can’t know everyone stories and reasons. /3

Frustrating for a video game where villains tend to love explaining their tragic backstory while the party agonize on the floor but actually extremely realistic. And that what what TOZ was aiming for. Breaking games stereotypes. /4

About Michael now. I admit this one took me a moment to underdstand, he gave up on his mission as a shepherd, therefore probably didn’t think himself worthy to be included story in the book. /5

And finally Heldalf. Once again TOZ is the weird one of the saga, because that was its purpose. Breaking the saga rules to offer something different for the 20th tales anniversary. So yes Heldalf may feel absent and not quite the classical tales vilain but his treatment is coherent. Heldalf is a desperate lonely sad old man who did not became the main villain by choice. His actions are contradictory. /6

Either he gets in your way to taunt you in killing him finally putting him to peace and unleash the end of the word, either he tries to recruit Sorey to have a companion (thanks to Alisha’s dlc to clarify the obvious and making Rose, Lailah and Edna look dumb) But he can’t have a real one because of his curse. Certainly why he doesn’t seem to care for Symonne. If we look at Heldalf like that I find his absentee consistent. /7

He wasn’t supposed to become Sorey’s arch enemy and more screentime could have change his purpose in the story. I don’t mean to say Tales of Zestiria is a perfect game. A lot of things in it are frustrating. But if we try to look at it for what it was supposed to be a lot of choices make sense. Still frustrating, but coherent. /8

Answer behind cut to save a dash …

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anonymous asked:

dude I would love more in that ghost hunting au!!! (if you want, of course)

I got a few requests for some more Sprace ghost hunting AU so tah dah! Hope you all enjoy!

I can see this becoming a fully fledged AU with a couple more fics, if people are interested in seeing some more.

CW for very brief mention of suicide of a character that doesn’t even exist… Also no actual ghosts or anything, just so you know.

Race never actually believed in the ghost stories they told. For the most part their channel involved researching local paranormal myths or rumours, going to the site they were supposedly set on, and messing around until they had enough footage to put together to make a video. Spot would record a voiceover when they got back and Race would do all of the editing; that was their routine.

The latest lead they were following up was no different than normal. People had started sending them messages with recommended stories to investigate, and now their channel was actually becoming something they could justify travelling a little further. It was a four-hour car journey but they had playlists already made for these occasions and they all started with the Ghostbusters theme – at Race’s insistence.

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