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bones-sprouts · 3 years

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SELF INDULGENT APOLLO JUSTICE ACE ATTORNEY AU BECAUSE IT BRINGS ME JOY ( SPOILER WARNING ⚠️‼️)

@burnoutandbookworms-ohmy you wanted to be tagged :>

okay so the cast would be as follows

apollo - tommy

phoenix - wilbur

trucy - tubbo

klavier - ranboo (this one's ambitious but hear me out-)

kristoph - dream

ema - techno

lamiroir - kristin

zak - phil (F in chat for mr minecraft 😔)

and then all of the filler characters would be various other smp members (suggestions?)

so then the plot would go as follows (we're bullet pointing this bitch you better run)

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• so tommy arrives in the courtroom with dream, and he's nervous as hell, because not only is it his first trial

• his client is wilbur fucking soot

• world renouned defense attorney, now disbarred for forging evidence

• but tommy is 110% sure wilbur is innocent

• because wilbur is his HERO

• and then dream introduces them and damn he looks like shit

• i'm talking full pogtopia era get-up, plus a ratty beanie that has wilby painted on it and a crown pin

• so wil spouts the standard cryptic bullshit you'd expect from phoenix

• and tommy does an early smpe earth 'i am so cool and not at all starstruck' type act

• and they head in

• you meet the judge, who i didn't replace bc it's the judge

• tommy does his chords of steel, but with significantly more swearing then apollo would use

• and dream seems to be just a bit off

• and he goes on this big tirade about blue cards

• the case goes smoothly, until

• tommy feels something akin to a burning from the compass he's kept as a necklace for as long as he can remember

• and he just knows that the witness is lying

• it's like he can see the tiniest of tells that tip him off

• dream doesn't quite understand it, but wilbur looks like he knows exactly what's going on

• before he calls this out, though, a recess is called

• wilbur and dream have a chat, so tommy's left to his own devices

• and this boy about his age in a green magician's outfit runs up to him

• and he looks like an older version of the picture of wilbur's kid that he showed off in court beforehand

• and he hands tommy a (bloody??) playing card and poofs away

• then the trial resumes as normal, with tommy grilling the witness and eventually accusing her

• but it just doesn't seem right

• he knows she's not lying about being innocent, her tells would have tipped him off if she was

• but dream pushes and pushes him to formally accuse her

• until wilbur fucking soot interjects with an OBJECTION!

• while tommy geeks the hell out, wilbur asserts that there must have been someone else in the room

• and accuses dream.

• tommy's confused, and the both of them argue back and forth for a bit, until wilbur starts explaining his theory with evidence from tommy along the way

• but it's seeming like they don't have any non circumstancial evidence

• until wilbur has tommy pull out the playing card

• (i haven't been explaining the case but it makes sense i promise)

• they win the case, with dream never faltering or showing emotion, even after being taken away

• tommy's shaken up, but happy, all things considered

• but before he can ponder on what's just happened, wilbur takes him aside to talk

• and admits the card was forged

• tommy's shocked, and he's sad, and he's angry, because how could wilbur fucking soot forge evidence??

• and he punches him in the face

• wil smiles and gives him an offer to work at his office, since tommy's boss is kind of in jail

• tommy leaves

• but he comes back a few months later, only out of desperation

• he's greeted by the boy from the trial (wil's kid?)

• who demands to know his name and his 'talent'

• tommy says he's a lawyer and introduces himself

• the kid says his name is tubbo and that the building hasn't been a law office in a long time

• tommy asks to see wilbur

• so they go to see him

• in the fucking hospital

• he managed to get hit by a car, which sent him flying 40ft back into a telephone pole

• and he sprained his ankle

• he's very lucky apparently

• so from there, cases 2 and 3 play out (i'm gonna skim though these bc if i write them out ill end up rewriting plot points and i don't have the energy)

• along the way, they meet a few interesting people

• ranboo, a prosecutor who's dream's younger brother and the guitarist for a popular band, that tubbo immediately gets along with and tommy despises

• dispite seeming cocky, he's impressively awkward outside of court

• technoblade, a detective who's fairly standoffish towards tommy and tubbo alike, but has a soft spot for wilbur (do they have a history)

• kristin, a singer with a past she can't remember (unbeknownst to tommy, his compass tends to point towards her and tubbo. odd)

also before we move on to the final case, a quick summary of the dynamics and other small shit bc seritonin

• though wil adopted tubbo, they have much more of a sibling dynamic, and cause general mayhem

• wilbur does actually warm up to tommy fairly quickly (beanix and apollo dynamic, my abbhorrent) and while tommy still doesn't 100% trust wil, they do end up getting pretty close as time goes on

• tubbo and ranboo IMMEDIATELY hit it off, much to the dismay of tommy, and the two of them act like the dummy named micheal that tubbo uses for magic tricks is their son

• tommy acts like he hates ranboo's guts, but that won't stop him from trying to sweet talk his way into getting evidence from him (it always works, ranboo has no spine.) he also, like in canon, vents to ranboo whenever he needs to, and ranboo ends up knowing more ab him then even wil and tubbo

• jack is eldoon. they all go to his noodle shop constantly and tommy always complains about them being too salty. jack hates him with a passion but adores tubbo and wil

• instead of snakooos, techno deadass just has entire bags full of raw potatoes that he eats like chips, this is terrifying to everyone except wilbur, who acts like it's completely normal

• instead of pretending to be taken hostage in case 2, tubbo deadass pretends to have a nuke and threatens to set it off unless a recess is called. after things calm down they go back in and he just,, doesn't get arrested. the law is fucked

• after case 1, dream wears a smiley mask in order to not show his face, paranoid that tommy or someone else like him will know his secrets though his tells

okay now final case here we go

• wilbur tells tommy and tubbo that he's been working on a special trial with the jury system, and that he needs them to defend

• they agree, and go to meet the client

• things generally go like any other investigation, but there's just something about it that feels game changing

• and as they power though the first part of the trial, they start to uncover that there might be someone pulling the strings from behind the scenes

• tommy clocks her tell (chewing her nails) and they start to make progress

• but before they can uncover answers from her, she passes out

• a recess is called, and so are paramedics

• it turns out she's ingested the same kind of poison as the victim, coming from her nail polish

• tommy and tubbo are shaken up, and they go to wil for help

• he decides they need to know the full truth, but he knows that some of the evidence is lost at this point

(and holy shit stay with me here i promise that as out of left field this is the original game made significantly less sense)

• he phones a friend that he knows is the only one that can help them

• karl

• he explains the situation, and karl agrees to help them

• and they fucking time travel

(again, the game makes even less sense i promise)

• they chat with the victim and defendant from seven years beforehand, right after wil was disbarred

• they watch the trial wil got disbarred over, where he defended tubbo's bio father, phil

• and they see a much smaller tubbo hand wil the forged evidence, saying that a kind man told him to give it to the man with the bright blue hamilton suit

• and they watch wil present it, only to be shot down by a much younger ranboo, who proves it's fake

• and they find out tubbo and tommy are bio siblings, which they're shocked about but decide to talk about later (fuck canon tommy and tubbo get to know)

• and they go visit dream in prison

• at this point wil is CONVINCED dream is behind everything, they just need the right evidence

• so they head to the cell, only for it to be empty

• naturally, they start snooping

• wil finds a letter, and opens it to reveal exactly what they need to win the case

• but before they can leave, dream, equipped with a smiley mask, stops them

• they exchange a few words before they leave, letterless

• luckily, wil has a trick up his sleeve, and reveals that his crown pin has a built in camera

• they examine the contents of the letter, and wil hastily makes a replica, and they head off to the trial

• since they're experimenting with the jurist system for the first time, they can't afford to wait for the defendant to heal, so they proceed

• they call dream to the stand

• they grill him for quite a while, with the help of ranboo who refuses to protect his brother, getting him to show his true colors, and then pull out the letter

• and he says that it's a fake, which the judge unfortunately agrees with

• so they don't have their evidence

• and even though they've shown pretty much everything and dream had practically admitted to bring a murderous bastard and the one who gave tubbo the fake to give to wil

• they don't have enough to convince a judge

• tommy and tubbo are crushed

• but wil is happy

• because they don't have to convince a judge

• they have to convince a jury

• and they win

• dream shatters along with his mask, going completely off the deep end

• their client is safe, and so is wil

• kristin also reveals to wil that she's tommy and tubbo's bio mom, saying that she'll tell them when she's really

• so things come to a close

• for now, anyway

so yeah, thats AJ but dsmp, to anyone who didn't play the game, i'm so sorry this makes no sense, and to anyone who did, you're cool as hell can we be moots 👉👈

#i could do dd but i won't bc i hate dd #dream smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #tubbolive #wilbursoot #clingy duo #dreamwastaken #ph1lza #mcyt #ranboo #technoblade #sleepy bois inc #loyal duo #allium duo #bee duo #bench trio

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misssophiachase · 4 years

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Holding Out For A Hero

For Klaroline AU Week - Day 2 Sci-Fi/Fantasy

Synopsis: He's New York City's Masked Crime Fighter "The Original" and Caroline is his "Alfred."

"We need to talk," Caroline insisted, not bothering to wait just bowling past him inside his Upper East Side, penthouse apartment.

"By all means come in, love," he muttered. "It's not like it's 4:16 am and I was asleep."

"But yet you still manage that annoying sarcasm," she growled, flopping onto his plush, white couch. "What, no coffee?"

"Last time I checked…"

"I work for you," she mimicked, rolling her eyes for added effect."And would it hurt to put a t-shirt on? You're practically naked, Mikaelson."

Klaus Mikaelson wasn't usually self-conscious but given the way she was perusing his bare chest with disdain, it wasn't filling him with much confidence.

He figured he kept in shape what with his daily visits to the gym, mixed martial arts training, not to mention his crime-fighting schedule Thursday through Tuesday (unless otherwise paged).

He didn't choose to be a superhero, it sort of chose him. One night he saved his first innocent from a mugging in the Bronx and he was hooked.

Of course, he wasn't a natural, as Caroline liked to tell him all too often, but he trained hard and figured that there was no alternative career path for someone who looked as good as he did in tights and leather.

"Well, last time I checked…"

"You live here and I woke you up," she interrupted. "I didn't come here to be scolded, even if you are my boss."

"So, if you don't mind me asking…"

"Well…"

"Okay," he held up a finger to silence her. "How about if I make you coffee, you let me finish one sentence without interrupting?"

"Fine," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "But remember…"

"No sugar," he finished. "Because you're sweet enough, right?"

"Rude! Has anyone told you that you're extra grouchy in the morning?"

He momentarily halted his coffee making to give her a knowing look from the kitchen. "Yes, I'm aware I woke you up but it's not like I don't have a good reason."

"This should be interesting," he murmured, busying himself with the coffee maker. "Did I leave the toilet seat up at the office?"

"Huh? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No," he lied. "I know, I was a bit too liberal with my red pen on that meeting brief yesterday, right? I told you before, you buy red pens the power goes to my head."

"You think I'm here to talk about your toilet habits and coloured pens?"

"I didn't use the right post-its did I? Your colour coding system is rather convoluted."

"Post-its?" She asked incredulously. "If you'd rather I leave."

"But you've already woken me," he stated. "Please continue, I'm all ears, Caroline."

"I'd tell you where you could shove that sarcasm but I really need caffeine and while we're talking about what you've done wrong, how about stop bloodying your clothes? There's only so many excuses I can give the dry cleaner."

"Okay, love," he interrupted, realising it was more serious than menial work matters. Klaus abandoned the job at hand and sat down facing her on the couch, his hands finding their way to her shoulders and squeezing them affectionately.

She smelled like roses in the garden after a rain shower, a scent that consumed him on a daily basis. However, he had to block it out because Caroline Forbes was his Personal Assistant and nothing more could happen between them, even if he wanted it so badly he couldn't breathe most days.

"Just breathe," he instructed, saying it to himself just as much as to her. "It's going to be okay."

"I'm not one of your damsels in distress you know?"

"Yes, because you told me that when we first met and it's been your mantra ever since."

18 months earlier

Klaus figured he had this whole superhero thing down. Not only was he kicking the ass of New York's underbelly his notoriety was slowly spreading around town. Not that Klaus did it for the fame but it helped that they knew he was watching over the city.

His childhood had been a roller coaster, to say the least. His mother could no longer look after him and had sent him from England to live with his estranged father in Hell's Kitchen.

Turns out his father was an alcoholic and drug addict who thought beating him was fun. After running away from home at fifteen, Klaus lived on the streets until he tried to steal the wallet of a very rich and powerful New York resident named Ansel Hamilton.

Instead of calling the police, he'd taken Klaus in and put him through school and found out Ansel's childhood had been similar and he wanted to pay it forward.

Klaus had graduated with first-class honours and worked in the family business by day, knowing that he would eventually inherit the family empire.

His life could have been so much worse but he'd been given a chance. He'd been saved. That's why he felt right helping others who couldn't help themselves.

Enter, Caroline Forbes.

It was 2 am on a Monday morning, Klaus was surveying the corner near 3rd Avenue and Lexington when he saw her.

Blonde waves, creamy skin, lithe figure but what stood out under the street light were her blue eyes blazing wildly as someone tried to steal her purse. He approached but before he could intervene he heard her cry.

"That's designer, you oaf," she growled. "Get your own purse and don't even think about my Manolos." His glance moved to her shoes instinctively, and she used the opportunity to kick him with said Manolos right where it hurt.

The assailant fell on the ground, groaning and nursing his privates. It was only then she noticed him standing frozen in the shadows.

"You're The Original aren't you?" She asked, matter-of-factly. He couldn't speak, she seemed to have that talent to render him speechless, something he'd get to know well. "Is this how you save people?"

"No, but you seemed to have it under control."

"Exactly! I'm not some damsel in distress, you know," she murmured, straightening out her clothes that were slightly dishevelled from the surprise attack. "But if you're ever looking for a sidekick, let me know. I'm currently unemployed and could really use the cash."

"Send me your resume and I'll see what I can do, love," he replied.

She thought he was being facetious but turns out he really needed a personal assistant to organise his affairs, superhero and not, and Caroline Forbes was the perfect candidate. Not only that, but she was also the only person who knew his true identity and Klaus liked the fact he had someone to share things with.

"Like I always say I'm not trying to save you because you don't need it," he smiled. "What happened?"

"Tyler took me out to this cute trattoria in Little Italy last night.." just hearing the name Tyler made his skin crawl.

Caroline's latest beau was an out-of-work actor who, quite frankly, wasn't good enough for her. They'd only been dating for a few months but Klaus figured that was a few months too long. Not that he was jealous at all. "And then once dessert arrived he had the nerve to dump me."

"He did what?" Klaus growled, his anger boiling dangerously close to the surface. "I'll kill him."

"Klaus."

"No, Caroline," he argued. "That punk is going to pay for treating you so appallingly."

"Well, I did dump both our desserts over him," she murmured, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"That's my girl," he grinned, not thinking and pulling her into his arms. He knew Caroline Forbes didn't need protecting but that didn't mean he couldn't use it as an excuse to be close to her.

"I really wanted dessert too," she mumbled against his skin. Klaus stifled a laugh. "You don't happen to have any chunky monkey, do you?"

"That stuff will clog up your arteries," he informed her, finally letting her go, even if he didn't want to. She gave him a look which plainly said she didn't care about the health impacts. "How about we go get some ice cream?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now," he insisted. "I'm already awake."

"I'm never going to hear the end of that, am I?"

"No," she replied simply. "I think that's the best idea you've had in a long time, well other than hiring me."

"I'm never going to hear the end of that, am I?" He asked, repeating her earlier comment. She didn't respond, just shook her head.

"Now, are you going to finally put on a shirt?" She asked.

"No, I was considering strolling down Fifth shirtless at 5 am," he teased, thinking he should probably go and find some clothes from his bedroom. It was only after he'd turned that she called out to him.

"What did you do to yourself?" Before he could reply, she had moved across the room and was rubbing her hand across his side slowly, it was only when she touched a certain point that he winced in pain.

"It's fine," he lied. Klaus was used to injuries and this one would be just like all the rest. He didn't need Caroline to look after him, well not in that way. They were colleagues nothing more, even if he wanted things to be different.

"Liar," she chided. "It's bleeding, Klaus. Seriously, you need to take better care of yourself. I'm going to get the first aid kit, a bowl and a washcloth and I want you to lie on the couch."

"Caroline, really..."

"Klaus, I'm not kidding around," she growled and Klaus knew better than to argue with her when she was this indignant. He did as he was told, trying to forget just how good it felt when she touched him and that was saying a lot given his injury.

"Lie still," she murmured, dipping the cloth in warm water and placing it on his skin.

He jumped a little as the liquid made contact. She was kneeling on the carpet her hands caressing his skin and those lips within kissing distance. Klaus felt dizzy and he wasn't sure whether it was her or the pain. All he knew was they were dangerously close and he was struggling to breathe, again not sure of the exact cause.

"You need to stop hurting yourself," she murmured, her frustrated expression not lost on Klaus.

"It's what I do, love," he whispered.

"Well, it's stupid," she muttered, he glanced down at her, his eyebrows raised curiously. "That's right I said it. You are an idiot and one day you are going to get hurt a lot worse or possibly end up dead."

What Klaus wasn't expecting were the few stray tears that rolled down her creamy cheeks. Klaus didn't think, just sat up and used his hand to gently wipe the water from her face.

"Stupid and an idiot, hey?"

"It's not funny," she mumbled.

"Do you know how I always tell you that you don't need to be saved?" He asked earnestly, his blue eyes gazing intently into hers. She didn't flinch choosing only to nod by way of a reply. "It's true, but what I've never told you is that you saved me, Caroline." She was silent, obviously processing what he said and what it really meant.

"What exactly are you saying?"

"I love you, Caroline Forbes, so much sometimes that I can't breathe and I know what I do is crazy and that.."

She leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his. Klaus didn't think, just pulled her towards him greedily and deepened the kiss, his tongue dipping into her warmth. She tasted like a mixture of strawberries and mint and Klaus couldn't get enough. She moaned against his lips as he picked her up, her legs winding around his waist as he took her to the bedroom.

She broke away briefly, a huge grin etched on her face. "I think that's the first time you've never told me off for interrupting you, boss?"

"I'll let it slide this time," he gave her a wolfish grin, then laid her carefully on the bed ready to have his way with her.

#kcauweek2020 #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline drabbles #holding out for a hero #klaroline #misssophiachase #day 2 #sci-fi/fantasy #this was fun

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sunkissedchild5 · 4 years

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Helpless {Lams} Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Summary: [Lams High School & College AU] Alex, a mute high school student, finishes his senior year at Lin-Manuel Miranda High School. He ends up meeting John Laurens, a sweet boy who manages to make Alex feel safe. But love doesn't always come easily. It becomes clear to them very soon that Helpless has more than one definition.

!!Warning!! (Homophobic slur)

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Alex's POV

Mr. Washington woke Alex up at six in the morning, which is an hour earlier than he's used to. He was sluggish all morning and almost made Mr. Washington late for work because he took so long. He didn't even have time to eat breakfast before he was rushed out of the door.

As soon as they arrived, Mr. Washington had to go set up for class so he left Alex with the principal, Mr. John Adams. As soon as he saw the man, Alex knew that he hated him. The man was full of himself and was talking down on all of his students and employees.

Alex left the office as soon as he had received his schedule. He thought about trying to locate all of his classes, but eventually just decided to find Washington's room and wait there until class starts. He had Washington as his homeroom teacher anyways.

He started off through the halls looking for Room 1781. There were may posters strung up on the walls, but only one particular poster caught his eye.

Lin-Manuel Miranda High School Debate Club!

He would have to look into that at some point. He was already signed up for Government and Law, American Sign Language, and Theater but he wouldn't mind taking up some extra-curriculars.

Eventually, he was able to locate Washington's class using the map that he was thankfully given. Alex knocked softly on the door and received a 'Come in!' from inside. There Peter was, hanging from a rope by his neck, a chair just a few feet away. Alex shook his head, ridding himself of the memories, if only for a little.

He opened the door and walked inside, taking a seat in one of the desks near the wall. Washington took a pause from his work and grabbed something from off of his desk. He walked over to Alex and handed him a phone. "I meant to give this to you earlier, but I never got the chance to," he said, "You should set it up now, so that you can talk with any friends you make today."

Thanks, Alex signed, immediately beginning to set it up. He finished it just as the first bell rang.

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Johns POV

John wouldn't have embarrassed himself so badly had Laff not pushed him inside of their homeroom class so kindly. John stood up and brushed himself off, glared at his friend, and attempted to make his way to his desk with the small amount of dignity he had left.

It didn't help that Mr. Washington was laughing at his fall and that a kid that John didn't recognize was looking at him with a very amused look on his face. It also also didn't help that said kid was very attractive. John flushed bright red took a seat at his desk, which was unfortunately, not near the new kid.

Eventually, the late bell rang and class begun. "Everybody, I would like ya'll to meet Alexander," Washington said, "Alex is mute, so if you know sign language, I encourage you to have a conversation with him. Today will be his first day here and I would like for him to feel welcomed."

People began to whisper and Alex blushed, embarrassed by all of the attention. Just seeing the embarrassed look on his face made John like him more and more. The rest of the class period past blandly. They never do much in homeroom, except catch up on work from their other classes and the occasional Morality Lesson. John had just gathered up the courage to go and introduce himself to Alex when the bell rang.

Everybody rushed out the door and John lost Alex in the crowd. "It's okay, mon ami," Laff said, appearing at Johns side. "You can catch up with your crush after school." John blushed, I'm not that obvious. Am I?, he thought. He opened his mouth to protest, but Laff cut him off before he could even say a word. "Don't even think about saying that you don't like him," he said, "I saw you looking at him during class."

John blushed bright red, "I wasn't—". He was interrupted by the snarky voice of Charles Lee farther down the hall. John and Laff shared a quick look before rushing off down the hall to help whoever it was that Lee was bullying this time.

"Look at this dumbass," Lee said pushing somebody up against the wall. "He doesn't even know how to talk." He turned and gestured dramatically at the boy, as if showcasing an animal at the zoo. The boy was Alex, and he had tears in his eyes.

Lee noticed this and got an evil glint in his eyes. He leaned close to Alex and whispered something in his ear. Whatever he said had an immediate effect on him. Alex shook his head rapidly, falling to the floor with sobs and curled in on himself. John pushed his way through the crowd and got in front of Alex, shielding him from Lee.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Lee?!" He yelled, "Leave him alone!"

"Stay out of this, faggot," sneered Lee. Rage bubbled up inside of John at the use of that word. He shoved Lee back, making the growing crowd take a step back. Laff moved behind his friend and began to comfort the sobbing boy sitting on the floor.

"Leave, Lee!" John yelled.

Lee seemed to grow a brain cell and began to walk away, but not without casting a look over his shoulder and saying, "Don't forget what I said, Alexander!" Alex only curled farther in, and his sobs increased in volume.

The crowd eventually faded away, due to them remembering that they had classes to get to. John and Laff managed to get Alex to move into the restroom, where they attempted to calm him down. Nothing seemed to get him to calm down until Laff began to sing to him.

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, huit, neuf," he sang. It had an immediate affect. Alex's breathing slowed and his sobs decreased. Laff stood there in shock until I gestured for him to keep going. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, huit, neuf." He repeated the line over and over until Alex was completely calm again.

Where did you learn that song? he signed.

"It's a french nursery rhyme (don't quote me on that)," he said, "My mom used to sing it to me."

Alex nodded before signing, I'm Alexander Hamilton.

I smiled and said, "I'm John Laurens and he's Lafayette. Do you have a phone?" Alex nodded and pulled it out. I put Laff and my's numbers into his contacts and put his number into my phone.

We managed to just barely get to our classes before the bell rang by running full speed. We showed up breathless and flushed, but it was definitely worth it.

#fanfic #lams #hamilton #angst

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hamilton-one-shots · 6 years

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Hamilton High School AU 23

"Okay.. Alexander told me that he told you guys everything, but you shouldn't worry about me. I sell art and I make more than enough money to support myself."

"It wasn't just that.." He reached for John's arm, but he pulled it away and sighed.

"Give me a makeup wipe.." He took the wipe from Lafayette once he got it and ran it over his arm, exposing a web of scars.

"Oh, John..."

"They're older than they look, I promise. The makeup keeps them looking like that.."

Alexander felt sick. He knew it was bad, but he didn't think it'd be that bad.

"I'm getting better, though. I don't do this anymore. The only reason I did Monday was because I was freaking out.."

Hercules frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder. "How often do you panic?.. Preserved or not, they don't look very old.."

Alexander bit his lip before offering his own input. "When you did it... It didn't look like you even realized your nails were being driven into your skin until you saw the blood..."

"I don't do it often. It was my first time in a long time, in months. I'm fine," he snapped, clearly not fine.

Hercules decided it was best to change the subject for the time being. "Where were you staying after you got kicked out?.. You know my parents would've taken you in in the meantime or that you could've stayed here.."

"I got an apartment the next day, at the same building as my friend Maria. The owner hooked me up because I painted the building for him. I didn't tell you guys because I didn't want you to worry.."

"Jack.. We're your friends. We're meant to-"

"Why'd you cut?"

"It's pretty obvious, Alexander.." Hercules muttered.

"No, like why did you do it? It has to hurt and you hide it, so it's not for attention.."

John sighed. "I thought I did deserve it. Because I was just so helpless without my mom. It's stupid, but I thought I shouldn't have been so reliant on her care after..." He hesitated.

"You don't have to say, if you don't want to." That detail was one thing that Lafayette did know.

John shook his head. "No... Um... My mom.. She died during childbirth. And my dad didn't feel like dealing with triplets. So I had to do a lot with caring for them, with help from a few friends, Lafayette included. Only because he always visited my place and could keep a secret. My dad hated him and still does because he likes boys, so he took it out on me.. And.. Yeah... So.. The short answer.. I cut because I felt worthless and I thought I deserved it. I was an unwanted child.. But I know that its stupid. It's just.. A really bad old habit."

"... Oh...." Was all Alexander could say. It wasn't enlightened or disappointed, but an acknowledgement.

Hercules, on the other hand, gave him a sympathetic look. "You know... Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have both of my parents..." He may have been a surprise birth, but Hugh and Sarah loved him all the same. John's mother died and his father was more than abusive. Alexander also lost his mother and his father left. And Lafayette.... Well, he'd summed it up as his parents not having time for a kid, but nobody actually believed that. Hercules treasured his parents.

'Salut Monsieur! New Message! Meow!'

Hercules snorted at the tone, recognizing it even after all that time just as easily as Lafayette did.

"Can I take that?" Alexander asked.

"Well... I guess we are done.." Lafayette began. "Unless anyone else wants to talk?"

Alexander jumped up and looked at Laf. "Right! I'm not mad, I'm sorry, thank Martha later, bye!" He bounded to his room. He hadn't been mistaken in his worries, either. Jefferson had messaged him again.

[Was just thinking of you 💗 Wear something cute tomorrow, kay? xxx]

He choked a little, covering his mouth. [i dnt hv nythin speshal]

[Then ask Laf 😜 xx]

[i dnt wnt 2]

[Because he killed your rat, right? xx]

[tht was an axident]

[Then you've got no excuse xx] [Or I could always ask John to instead...? xx]

[il fnid somthin]

[Good boy 💗 xx]

Alexander whimpered softly.

John frowned and got up, following him.

As they left, Lafayette turned to Hercules, grabbing his hand. "Is something bothering you?.. You've been acting a bit funny since after school.."

Hercules tried to deny it, but Lafayette saw right through it. He sighed. "Okay.. I may have peeked into your drama class earlier.."

Lafayette frowned. So he did see... "How much did you see?"

"Just a lot of 'Yeahs' and a kiss... I'd say it wasn't bothering me, but you can read me like a book..." He sighed. "Seeing you and him like that... I hate that I'm jealous because this is something you're obviously really good at and really into. I don't want to get in the way of that."

Lafayette frowned and cupped his cheek. "Herc... I promise you it's nothing more than a stage kiss. The only feelings I have for him are disgust."

Hercules smiled at the reassurance and put a hand over Lafayette's. "I hope you know I'm proud of you.. I'm still wondering how I landed someone as wonderful as you. Talented, motivated, you're perfect. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth."

Lafayette smiled and pecked his lips. "You're my best friend, Hercules. I'm the one who should feel lucky."

Hercules smiled and moved a curl from Lafayette's face before leaning in for a kiss, chuckling as he muttered against his lips. "...Salut, Monsieur, new message. Meeeooowwww."

"Meow!" Rosie mewled from the under the bed, walking back out.

Hercules chuckled and scooped her up. "At least someone likes it."

John sat on his bed beside Alexander, watching him stare into the terrapin tank. "Hey.. Are you okay?.." He held his arms open for him.

Alexander nodded and hesitated before asking, "How do you think I'd look in dressy stuff?.. Like skirts or whatever?.." He leaned into John, resting his head against his chest.

"I don't know. I think you could pull it off," he shrugged, trying not to seem too enthusiastic without seeming offensive.

"Okay... And I know I've been acting weird, but I promise it'll all be good in the end."

"If you can promise me you won't get hurt, that's okay..."

Alexander simply nodded. He knew it was a lie. He knew that John would be suspicious the next day, but he also knew that this was to help John. He was doing this for John. "I'm going to a friend's house after school." He couldn't know who it was. He'd never let him go.

But he didn't have to tell him. This was getting beyond dangerous. "Okay.." He took a deep breath. "Something's clearly bothering you. I won't tell anyone if you talk to me about it.. And I won't make you tell me anything.."

Alexander felt himself begin to freak out. 'Salut Monsieur! New Message! Meow!' Instinctively, Alexander grabbed his phone, hiding the screen from John, and read Jefferson's new message.

[Do you know John Jay? He'll come get you tomorrow for lunch from your lesson 💗 See you in the morning, boo 😘 xx]

Alexander felt himself snap. "Y-you wanna know what's going on so badly?! Well, y-you're gonna have to k-keep guessing because I don't have t-to tell you a damn thing!" He attempted to shuffle back from John; a difficult feat when he was sitting on his lap. It resulted in Alexander toppling backwards and landing on the carpet with a thump. "Don't you have a-any f-faith in me?! D-don't you t-tru-trust me?! I trust /you/!" He hissed, pushing himself along the carpet.

Hercules and Lafayette would've had to have been deaf not to hear Alexander's outburst in the room next door, followed by the sound of Rosie charging back under the bed. "Jesus! We left them alone for what? Five minutes?!" Hercules exasperated before getting up from the bed and peering out of the room just in time to see Alexander shuffling across the floor, Lafayette right behind him. "What the hell is going on?!

"Fuc- shut up!" Alexander snapped at him, holding himself back from swearing in the house. That'd cause a storm with George he didn't want to see unfold. "You th-think I don't get it?! Th-that I don't h-hear you all talking soooo w-worried about me?! Well I'm fine! I'm p-perfectly fine! So fine, in fact, I'm gonna talk to L-laf about clothes and crap then g-go to sl-sleep because that's JUST h-how absolutely FINE I am!"

Hercules glanced between John and Lafayette, and the obviously not fine Alexander.

John felt himself shaking. He'd always been a worrier and he'd always hated it. And now, in his eyes, Alexander was screaming at him because of it. He grabbed his bag and ran towards the stairs, Lafayette chasing him. Right at the top of the staircase, Lafayette grabbed his arm.

"John, please don't go.. You know he didn't mean it. I'm not letting you leave.."

John shook his head. "I should've trusted him.. I should've listened.."

"You did nothing wrong." Lafayette pulled him into a hug. "You did nothing wrong. I'm not letting you leave.. Go to my room, okay? You can listen to music and draw and forget everything else, okay?"

John nodded weakly and let Lafayette lead him to his room. He sat on his bed and cuddled Rosie as she came up to him, listening to his music as loud as his earphones would allow.

Lafayette stomped back to Alexander's room and turned to Herc. "You go stay with John, okay?"

Hercules nodded and left and Lafayette sat beside Alexander.

"Alright. I will talk with you about clothes, if that's what you want, but you have to understand that we're worrying for a good reason. You go and get yourself hurt without thinking about how it affects anyone else and you say and do things before thinking. And, with Jefferson around, we have plenty of reasons to worry about you. All of us. We're your friends and we care about you." He sighed. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"

Alexander whimpered and tugged at his hair, the pain being the only thing keeping him from breaking down. "Laf.. You don't understand! N-Nobody does.. What I-I'm doing is-is a good thing and i-it'll be worth me acting-acting weird for a bit.. I'm s-so scared, b-but I have to protect John! I-I keep h-hurting him a-and I ju-just want to protect him!"

Lafayette sighed and pulled him close, helping him calm down. "Alex.. I want to help you, I promise I do. None of us want to hurt you. We only want to help you, I promise. It'll save John a lot of grief if you open up and just let us help you."

Alexander whimpered and gave Lafayette his phone, unlocking it for him. "H-Help.. Please..."

Lafayette nodded and looked through the messaged, his heart jumping into his throat. "Alexander... This is beyond serious.. I wish you would've told me sooner, but it's okay. We're going to help you. He already hurt John. I'll be damned if I let him hurt you, too."

Alexander shook his head. "He'll hurt J-John... I've got-gotta go with him and-and- damn it, I c-can take b-blow after blow if it me-means keeping him s-safe. And y-you! God, you-you already have to d-do some play with him an-and I see it on your face every time you mention it, how much y-you hate that he's there..! I-I can be a dis-distraction!"

"No, Alexander. There is absolutely no way I'm letting that happen. I promised I would help you and that is exactly what I'm going to do." He texted Jefferson. [This is Lafayette. You are scum among scum. He will not be going home with you tomorrow and you will leave John out of this. And you will not make him do anything for telling me this because I made him. It is my fault, not his.]

He got a reply soon. [What? He messaged me first :P He's so dead tomorrow, haaaah xx]

Alexander peeked over Lafayette's shoulder, his eyes going wide. "Laf, give me my phone! I can fix this! I can tell him it was a joke!" He reached for Lafayette's phone, but Lafayette leaned away, fighting Alexander off as he sent another text.

[He didn't do anything. I forced him to tell me.]

[We made a deal. I don't know what else to tell you, babe :P If Alex wasn't into this, he would've said no. Blame him, not me. xx]

"Laf, give it back!" As he flailed, his fist met Lafayette's cheek with an almighty clap.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #john laurens #lafayette #hercules mulligan #thomas jefferson #lams #mullette #23 #chapter 23

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lyralumina · 6 years

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For the ask thing you reblogged, Kaiba or Mai!

I will do both because I cannot pick just one! Character(s): Seto Kaiba and Mai Kujaku First Impressions:Seto- “Oh! He’s really pretty…” Young me said as I looked away from the television, blushing bright red as Kaiba was actually my first anime/childhood crush and he made me spill my cereal that day because I gushed too hard. Such wild times. Mai- “Oh gosh she’s really pretty too! I like her hair its so curly and big!” Young me said as I pointed at her enthusiastically. Impressions Now: Seto- He may have problems that he needs to resolve and I sure hope they resolve but I still love him flaws and all. He has a special place in my heart and I want everyone to know that he is the reason I kept watching the show and his deck master is my favorite monster of all time. I owe my childhood to him. Thanks Kaiba. Mai- She deserved so much better than what the writers and show gave her. She is a woman who can kick ass and I love that about her. I wish she was in Dark Side Of Dimensions as a cameo of sorts but sadly she wasn’t there. Favorite Moment: Seto- There are a lot that I can list off but to save you from me droning on and on I will list just two: 1. This is from the Duelist of the Roses game but when Seto Rosenkruez gives the Rose Duelist the pendant/seal of the Yorkists as a parting gift is such a sentimental moment to me. I played the game as a child and I remember actually crying in front of my television because oh man did I enjoy that game so much. Rosenkruez is my favorite character from that game and I would die for him. (Also he states that if the Rose Duelist was ever in trouble, they could show that to the Seto in their era and Seto will help them out in any way he can because Rosenkruez is him from the past so imagine a younger version of you The Rose Duelist going up to Seto Kaiba in need of whatever and showing the pendant/seal. That’s what I always imagined as a kid and even today.)2. Seto during Season One as he is trying to rescue Mokuba from Pegasus and has that whole scene where he is talking to his self-programmed computer who has the voice and attitude of a hair salon stylist woman who just loves to talk gossip all day. Just him and that song ‘Now I’m Back’ playing is such a great moment because… Oh them… him and that computer AI? They’re friends. Mai- Again I will list two because its only fair since I did it with Kaiba: 1. During Battle City where she was having her duel with Yami Marik literally scared me as a kid because oh man did she not deserve that trip to the shadow realm and to top it all off I remember I lost a friend around the time I saw that episode so it really hit me emotionally so thanks Season 2 and Yami Marik. 2. Season 4 came around and all the times she acted like a boss was always something great to see, she is the Dueling Queen of Duel Monsters within her Era after all. From her flipping her hair dramatically to her just riding on a motorcycle was just great. Ideas For A Story: Seto- I did state in a previous ask about a story idea I had for Anzu Mazaki but Seto does come into play with that idea.Mai- I do have an inside AU of mine which is an Idol AU. Mai in that Idol AU is the top designer to the costume/coord/clothing brand that Ryou Bakura and Marik use. She acts pretty much the same way as she does in canon but there are a few things I added into the fray for her: 1. She actually dropped out of High School due to receiving job offers to launch her brand she actually came up with and semi-launched within that time. She chose to quit her education and go forth with officially launching her brand and Ryou is the first to use her brand and then Marik came as the second one to use her brand. Mai will do anything to protect her brand and her users because she sacrificed so much to even start her brand. Do not dare use the fact that she sacrificed her education against her she will shatter because she wanted to graduate on stage and get her diploma so badly. 2. Mai is a world famous fashion designer who has had harsh criticism for her brand being too skimpy seeing as its a ‘sexy type’ brand and she is having high school boys adorn her clothing does not make it any better but if you dare talk shit to Mai then get ready to hear shit be thrown back by Jounouchi, Ryou, Marik, and Yugi. 3. Once Ryou and Marik graduate out of high school with their diploma’s, Mai actually does hire Marik as an apprentice for her brand. Unpopular Opinions: Seto- I am going to be flat out honest but Seto graduated earlier than the rest of the cast. He did not bother to walk on stage, he just grabbed his diploma from Domino High and went back to work over at Kaiba Corporation as if nothing had happened but Isono did congratulate him on his ‘graduation’. You all have to pry that out of my dead cold hands.Mai- Mai should have been with everyone else when Atem passed on into the afterlife. This was such a missed opportunity like come on guys. Favorite Relationships: Seto- 1. Azureshipping (Seto Kaiba and Anzu Mazaki) 2. Blueshipping (Seto Kaiba and Kisara) 3. Puppyshipping/Violetshipping (Seto Kaiba and Jounouchi Katsuya) 4. Rivalshipping (Seto Kaiba and Yugi Muto) 5. Trustshipping (Seto Kaiba and Ishizu Ishtar) Mai- 1. Polarshipping (Jounouchi Katsuya and Mai Kujaku) (Okay do not give me hate, they start dating when Jounouchi turns eighteen because yes I am aware that Mai is in her twenties and that Jounouchi is still in his teens so there you go.)2. Visionshipping (Mai Kujaku and Ishizu Ishtar) 3. Danceshipping (Mai Kujaku and Anzu Mazaki) Favorite Headcanons: Okay I am only doing one per character because this is getting long: Seto- Seto loves musicals and will do anything to see the ones that catch his attention. These are the following musicals that he does love with a burning passion: 1. Hamilton (Seto was there on opening night and sat front row and actually cried during such numbers like Burn, and Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story. Eliza is his favorite and you bet your ass he stood up to clap for the cast during their bows in which prompted everyone to stand up and do the same and he got to meet the cast backstage because he is freaking Seto Kaiba and he can do that. He got their autographs. If you wish for me to elaborate more on this please hit me up and I will do so.) 2. La La Land 3. Anastasia The Musical 4. Phantom Of The Opera 5. Spring Awakening Mai- After the dueling career, Mai becomes the a world famous fashion and makeup model. She actually is a huge social icon for women as she is not skinny and looks like the wind can just whisk her away. She looks like an average woman and that is something that many can look and see themselves as. Mai let the world know that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.

#LindsayThings #yu-gi-oh #seto kaiba #mai kujaku #azureshipping #blueshipping #puppyshipping #rivalshipping #trustshipping #visionshipping #danceshipping #trashboatprince #((I am so sorry that this is long I just could not find it in my heart to choose just one character #((I love them both so much <333

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lokischocolatefountain · 6 years

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An Act of Political Sacrifice

Part: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Fandom: Hamilton (Modern AU)

Pairing: Alex x Eliza

Rating: PG for swearing

Word count: 2.2k words

Warning: Historical inaccuracies for the sake of convenience, Philip is a baby, adultery, angst, inappropriate language, intense arguments

Summary: Elizabeth Hamilton, with a wonderful career, loving husband, and a child, is satisfied in life. How does she handle it when her husband who could never be satisfied pulls the rug out from under her, destroying everything she held close to her heart?

There were plenty of reasons why the world thought Elizabeth Schuyler shouldn't marry Alexander Hamilton. People suspected that Alex was marrying her for her family's money, for his political gain, but she knew them to be untrue. She was told it was foolish to settle down at such a young age, when she was yet to know what the world had to offer, yet to know other men. Eliza didn't need need to know what the world had to offer when she had Alexander, offering her his entire world.

He didn't have much to give, Alexander had warned, when their relationship started getting serious and she was fine with it. He was a broke law school kid studying on a scholarship, and she wanted to treat poor kids for cheap when she began to practice. She knew they wouldn't have much money.

On the morning of their wedding, they wrote each other letters and he had mentioned it again. I can't promise you any wealth or an honorable last name. We'll never get to live in a house so big I get abs from walking around in it. But I promise you, my love, that'll you'll own me- body, mind, and soul, until my death and beyond.

A picture of her reading that letter with Alex reading her's was framed over their couch. She sat curled up and alone on the couch after asking him, 'Did you fuck her on this?' After looking like he was puched, he denied. She didn't believe him, but she took a seat anyway. 'What about our bed?' She knew somehow that he had defiled their marital bed, but for some masochistic reason, she wanted to hear it from him. He admitted to it, and hadn't looked her in the eye after that.

She gave him no answer when he asked her if she wanted a divorce because she had no idea, herself. When she drove to their home at 2:00 AM, she didn't want to ask him for a divorce. She was used to being with him for nearly ba decade and a half, and the thought of throwing all that away was scary. Neither of them spoke about the divorce after that. She refused to speak, and he was now cooking breakfast.

Her phone chimed with anew text message from Angelica.

Today, 08:27

Angie: I hope everything went well Me: No

She didn't know what to tell her sister. The three sisters had been out for a girls' night, shopping and getting manicures. Eliza thoroughly enjoyed the break after the bad week, but every bit of relief in her system was replaced with panic once she went through her calendar. Angelica bought her more than necessary numbers of pregnancy tests. After evading the entire family, she locked herself in the bathroom to use the tests. She was embarrassed and shaking with fear, as though she were still a teenage girl with a pregnancy scare.

Angie: Everything okay? Me: No

In seconds, her phone was ringing with a call from her. She declined immediately, not willing to talk while she was crying. If she did, he'd hear her.

Angie: Please tell me you're okay Me: He had sex with her on our bed, Angie.

Putting it in words triggered something in her and before she could muffle it with a pillow, a sob escaped her. She sat up and put her palms over her mouth, but nothing could contain her sobs. In seconds, Alex was next to her. He tried to hug her, but she pushed him off for the second time that day.

"Eliza, what happened?"

She fumed at his audacity to ask what had happened like he didn't fucking know. He ruins her life and has the gall to ask her what happened. She hated him and his stupid face and the way he could pretend like everything was normal.

"Baby, please talk to me," he pleaded. He took her hand, but she slapped it away aggressively.

"Don't you dare touch me with your filthy, filthy hands, Hamilton!" she managed to say through her sobs.

"Eliza-"

"You brought her into our home. How could you?" The image of him having another woman the same way he had her made her want to cry in agony, as though sporting a physical injury. She had a stereotypical picture of how the other woman looked- with a body she could never aspire to have, clad in a red dress, her lips leaving stains on her bright red lipstick all over her husband's body. She involuntarily shivered at the thought.

"You let me sleep in that bed for this long?" She ran her fingers over her arms, as though it would wipe away how disgusted she felt.

Alexander Hamilton stood with his head lowered in humiliation. She hated seeing him that way, but it didn't stop her from talking. She needed to release all her anger towards him but locked up inside herself for an entire week.

"We were trying to get pregnant!" The realization only raised her temper, and her loudness proportionately.

"Did you fuck me right after you fucked her?" Alex had no answer, just like he didn’t for every other question she asked him.

"Baby, please talk to me," she mocked his previous statement in a high pitched tone.

"Open your mouth and answer me, Hamilton! You can talk hours on end about stupid shit, write ninety-eight fucking pages on how you dicked down some girl, but you can't answer a yes or no question?" she mocked.

"I don't want to hurt you, Eliza," he said calmly. His composure only angered her more. How could he manage to emotionally detach when she stood there in front of him in flames of anger that threatened to swallow her whole at any second.

"If that was true, you would've kept your dick in your pants. If that was true, you wouldn't have told the entire world-"

"You don't understand! I had to do it, Eliza," he exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair. She was satisfied with finally getting a rise out of him.

"You had to put your dick in her?" she laughed dryly, getting up. She might've appreciated the joke more if her life wasn't at stake. She couldn't believe what he was saying. "I don't see any situation that necessitates-"

"I would've lost my entire career if I didn't make it clear that I wasn't betraying my country. All that I worked for, I would've lost in a day. And- and I wouldn't be able to run for President if they thought I was stealing. I had to do it!" He sounded possessed, maniacal for power.

She stood stunned in disbelief. His career? Is that what he thought all of this was about? Angelica’s warnings from the initial stages of her relationship echoed in her mind. Be careful with that boy, he looks like he’d do anything. She wished she had taken that advice more seriously.

"See, I knew you would understand," he said, mistaking her silence to be caused by acceptance rather than shock.

"They all thought I was embezzling funds! And Jefferson!," he paused to let out a chuckle, "He and those stupid minions of his- Madison, and Burr! They thought they had me." If he was as paranoid about how she would perceive as he was about Jefferson's, they wouldn't be in this situation.

"Shut up!" She screamed, holding her hands to her ears, trying to block out his words.

"It was an act of political sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice? Giving up something of your own is political sacrifice. You sacrificed my life, my happiness, my peace of mind! I can't even work peacefully without people looking at me like a kicked puppy!"

"My career was-"

"You, you, you! You only care about your career, your reputation, your run for office. You wouldn't have cheated if you weren't a selfish prick!" she spat. She immediately regretted the words as they left her.

"I wouldn't have cheated if you were decent in bed!" He said just as she apologized for her words. He squeezed his eyes shut, and took a step back.

There were a few seconds of silence until it was broken by the sound of glass shattering against the floor. Eliza had ripped the frame above the couch and thrown it to the ground.

If he was ready to sacrifice his marriage for his political career, she would help him do it properly.

"Betsey, calm down!" he said in a not so calm voice, aggravating her more.

"Calm down? You ruined my entire life, and you want me to calm down? Some nerve you've got, Alexander Hamilton!"

"Please, baby girl."

"I hate you!"

"Eliza!" He exclaimed loudly, bringing her attention not just to himself, but also herself. “Please,” his voice cracked, “don’t say that.”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," she whispered, realizing what she had done.

"I'm sorry, too. I did things I shouldn't have. I said things I don't mean. I want you to talk to me, vent everything. But this is not the way to do it." She tried to interrupt him to explain herself, but he gestured her to wait. She listened, not necessarily because she wanted to, but because she was so tired. She had never argued with him before. Sure, they had their big fights in the years of being together, but none of them involved lies, screaming matches, or betrayals.

"I made a huge mistake and I can't undo it. I wish I could, but... I have never regretted anything as much as this, and I'm sorry. I know you hate me right now and that you don't even want to look at my face. I understand why you would want to get a divorce and never see me again. Trust me, I'd do the same to me if I could," he chuckled dryly. She gasped as he suddenly went down on his knees and held her hands. She didn't have the heart to push him away.

"I am a selfish man who fucked up big time, but I'm going to be selfish again and ask you for a second chance that I am most definitely not entitled to receiving. I know I don't deserve you, Eliza. Give me a chance to earn your forgiveness, to earn back your trust. It might take my lifetime, but I'll do anything." He peppered kisses on her arms as far as he could reach from his position.

"This week, without you, it was hell and I can't do that for my entire life. I can't get a divorce, Betsey. I need you. Without you and Phil, without our family, I'll be nothing. Please give me a chance," he begged, looking at her desperately for an answer. She sat next to him, placing her head on his shoulder, and felt him wrap his arms around her.

"I want to, Alex. But, I'm scared of being hurt again. This past week has destroyed my life as I knew it. I'm questioning everything about this marriage. Everything's unclear and I don't think this is the right time for me to do anything whether it's to get a divorce or give this relationship another thought.

“If it weren't for Phil, I would make a decision right now because only the two of us have to face the consequences. But we have a kid and every single move of ours will affect him, and I can't be impulsive with big decisions. And," she paused to look up at him from his shoulder. She sighed, nervous to tell him, but continued because she didn’t know when she would tell him if not now.

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh my god," he exclaimed, his voice softer than ever. He caressed her exposed cheek and kissed her on the forehead, and tightened his hold on her.

"Yeah. I found out last night- well, it was past midnight so it was today. I panicked and I didn't know what to do, so I drove here at two in the morning. I figured I'd wake you up, tell you the news and leave, but I couldn't do that to you after I saw you like that." All her resolve was thrown out of the window when she heard him speak incoherently in his sleep. She knew he was afraid, and couldn't keep to herself when he woke up crying. Watching him hurt was something she couldn't bear, so she held him like she would and the way he melted into her arms comforted her as well.

"What I'm trying to say is- you change everything. I make a decision about something, and I see you and it all falls apart. And looking at you just reminds me of everything and makes me really angry. It’s not healthy. So, I need to be away from you for a while to come to a conclusion about all of this. I don't know how long."

Right now, right here, in his arms, she wanted to forget that anything happened and slip back into her comfortable life with him, but she knew that avoidance would only cause harbored emotions and more conflicts.

"I'll wait for you, however long it takes."

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #eliza hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #the reynolds pamphlet #the reynolds affair #hamilton modern au #modern hamliza #hamliza #hamilton imagine #alexander x eliza #hamilton fanfic #angst #hamilton angst

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marthas-feral-cat · 7 years

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How about Hamilton and Laurens? :)

Yours:A Lams Reincarnation AU

Coldin my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might bein my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. Ishall only tell you that ‘till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value youhad taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done.You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire topreserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happinessindependent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of mysensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you havedone it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scrupleto pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if notfor your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you haveso artfully instilled into me.

Yours,

AlexanderHamilton

John read the letter from his lover, and in doingso, could immediately feel the redness creeping up into his cheeks. His?Alexander was his? Not only that, but he loved him? Alexander had never said thatto his face, but now John found himself reading it over and over, brand newalthough he felt as if he’d read it long, long ago. He quickly shoved theletter into his breast pocket when a group of soldiers came into the tent, butcouldn’t seem to wipe the smile off his face. He went to his own little privatecorner and began composing a response to Alexander. He stared at the pen and paper before him andsighed. Alexander wrote so eloquently, so profoundly, like they were in aperiod drama of the 1700s, but John himself, no, John couldn’t possibly writelike his lover did. He simply couldn’t convey the extent of his emotions onpaper. He would have to call him later and thank him for the letter; it meantso much to him to receive them day after day on the front here, while Alexanderwas fighting at home to end the war.

Alexander waited patiently with his cellphone closeto him, as he did at this time every week, John will have received his letterby now, and the time difference worked perfectly at this time for them. They wouldmore than likely talk for a few hours and then John would go to sleep andAlexander would return to his desk and finish his day’s work. He smiled as hisphone started ringing and John’s contact photo lit up the screen.

“Hello, John,” Alexander smiled.

“You’re amazing, did you know that?” John asked him,“That letter was the most beautiful thing I have ever read in my entire life.How do you write like that?”

“I don’t know about amazing,” Alexander blushedslightly, “It just comes to me, almost like I’ve written it before, like I’veloved you in every life previous to this.”

“So it is true?” John asked softly, “You love me?”

“I didn’t think I could’ve been clearer, my darling,”Alexander laughed softly.

“I love you too, Alexander,” John told him, “Somuch, I’ve never felt like this before about anyone. And I’m yours, completelyand totally yours.”

“That sounded pretty poetic to me, my love,”Alexander smiled.

“Oh, hush, you know full well that you can writecircles around me any day,” John chuckled, “That’s why you’re home writing anddebating and fighting to end the war back home and I’m here fighting the enemy.”

“Stop that, you’re doing more to end this war than Iam. No one listens to me here; you’re at least making progress towards the end,”Alexander sighed.

“There will be no sadness on this phone call, Alex,”John reprimanded him teasingly, “ I get one moment of pure happiness every fewdays, and I will not have it ruined by a sulking boyfriend.”

Alexander laughed softly, “Okay, okay, no morecomplaining,” he shook his head, “Sorry.”

“You’re forgiven,” John smiled.

“You’re going to kill me but I’ve got a meeting inten minutes,” Alex sighed.

“It’s alright, Alex, I’ll call back tomorrow sametime,” John assured him.

“Promise?” Alexander asked.

“Yes, I promise,” John laughed.

“I hope I get to see you soon, love,” Alexander toldhim, “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you, too,” John almost teared up.

“Laurens!” His commanding officer shouted.

“I’ve got to go, Alexander, I love you,” John rolledhis eyes at the shouting.

Before Alexander could respond there was a loudexplosion on the other end.

“JOHN! JOHN!” Alexander called frantically.

“Alexander?” John whimpered softly, “I-I’m alive…fuckit hurts…”

“John, stay with me, what happened where are youhurt?” Alexander asked.

“B-Bomb…explosion…my legs…I can barely feel them and…I’mnot breathing right, I need help…I’m trapped…”

“John listen to me,” Alexander tried to remain calm,“I need you to put the pain aside and scream for help as loud as you can, okay?”

John did as Alexander told him and waited for aresponse of any kind, “Alex, I’m scared…I’m not going to make it…” he criedsoftly, “I love you…and I swear I’m yours.”

Alexander didn’t have time to respond before heheard voices approaching John, “Laurens! Laurens is alive! Come on, kid, we’regoing to get you home.”

“My…my phone…”John whimpered quietly, “I n-need it…”

“No time, kid, sorry,” They picked him up andcarried him to the medics that had gathered.

The phone connection went dead before Alexander heardif they got out safely. He stared at the black screen of his cell and tried notto slip into a panic. He couldn’t lose John, not again. Again? Had he lost himbefore in another life perhaps? Was he doomed to lose him in every life if thatwas the case? He couldn’t. He cancelled his meeting and went home for the day.

Late that night his home phone started ringing.

“Hello?” Alex answered groggily, “Who’s calling?”

“Alexander Hamilton?”

“Speaking,” He replied.

“This is John Laurens’ commanding officer, he toldme to call you with any information. His legs are both shattered, and he maynever walk again, but we’ve regulated his breathing and he’ll be flying home inthe morning. He’ll be landing at around noon your time. He’ll need someone tocome meet him at the airport, if you can come or send someone— ”

“I’ll be there,” Alex responded quickly, now wideawake, “I’ll be there for him.” He thought he might burst into tears of joy,his John was okay, that was all that mattered.

Alexander was at the airport at ten in the morningjust in case John’s plane got in early. But it was right on time, arriving at12 noon on the dot. He rushed to the gates to get to him.

John smiled when he saw Alexander waiting for him ashe was rolled over to him.

Alexander ran up to meet him and dropped to hisknees to hug him tightly, “I love you, too, I’m yours. I’m always yours.”

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Arplis - News: “Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world, yet somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a blue sky

There have been as many plagues as wars in history, yet always plagues and wars take people equally by surprise.” — Albert Camus, The Plague Time is cruelly elastic. When March began, Joe Biden was celebrating the resurgence of his presidential campaign after a win in the South Carolina primary. When March began, downtown Atlanta was packed with marathon runners, while the Hawks were, reliably, scraping the bottom of the Eastern conference. When March began, we were going to restaurants, and to school, and to soccer games and concerts and plays and funerals and weddings. When March began, we were going to work. When March began, dozens of Georgians were walking around with absolutely no idea that within a matter of days they would be dead from a virus that had traveled across the world only to alight on them. How many more of us will step into its crosshairs? Each day feels like a month. So much news is compressed into 24 hours—thousands more infected, ICUs at capacity, unemployment rates reaching heights not seen since the Great Depression, our 401ks decimated—that our brains seize up. Grocery store visits are planned with the precision of a wartime raid. Kids’ days are ostensibly scheduled—Reading! Enrichment! FaceTime with the teacher!—but how do you homeschool and telework at the same time? You don’t. The screens you once cursed are now free childcare. That’s, of course, if we even can work from home. Some of us can’t. Many of us have been laid off or furloughed as restaurants close their doors, as nonprofits’ funding dries up, as fitness studios go dark. Others of us who have been deemed “essential”—nurses, doctors, first responders, grocery-store workers, mail carriers, truck drivers, delivery people—come home late at night and shed our clothes outside so as not to bring the virus near our loved ones. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This was guaranteed to happen. But to us? Now? We spoke with our neighbors about the world we’ve left behind, and the one that awaits. Interviews edited for length and clarity. Tap on each person’s name to read their full interview. • • • Dr. Michelle Au | anesthesiologist at Emory Saint Joseph’s Hospital I first started hearing about the virus after Christmas. But the news still felt like something distant. It was in China, so you’re watching with this detached interest. I am in the unusual position of being a Chinese American physician with a public-health degree who also happens to be running for office [Au is a Democratic candidate for the 48th state Senate district, which incorporates parts of Fulton and Gwinnett counties]. I was talking with voters in the Chinese community who said that I should be speaking out on the issue more. I probably should have paid more attention. I should have taken it more seriously. Dr. Meria Carstarphen | superintendent of Atlanta Public Schools Right after Valentine’s Day, one of my friends was going to Venice, Italy. While my friend was there, they shut down Carnival [due to coronavirus]. That was my reality check. I said to our team, “We need to prepare for the day when we have to shut down the district.” There were moments where I felt I was pushing a wet noodle up a mountain. As things started escalating, we had to make decisions. I said, “We have to prepare a contingency plan that starts with the worst-case scenario.” Devon Clinkscales | senior at Booker T. Washington High School This year was my senior season of high school baseball, my last year. I was really excited about going out strong and getting ready for travel ball. It was my best opportunity to get some scouting. Hugh Acheson | owner of Empire State South in Midtown and 5 & 10 in Athens and operator of By George in the Candler Hotel The real canary in the coal mine was [in early March], reading about restaurants in Shanghai. Shanghai to Wuhan [where the virus is said to have originated] is an immense amount of distance. [Restaurants in Shanghai] were saying that they didn’t know how long they could stay open. Their sales were down 80 to 90 percent, and it was just a ghost town. We’re not an industry with deep pockets. Everybody’s like, “Oh, Hugh, you’ve been on TV. You must be rich.” I’m like, “You have no idea how this works, do you?” Kathy Weeks Lowery | self-employed travel agent in Marietta [A client] was supposed to leave on March 28 out of Tokyo for a 12-day cruise. That was her son’s college graduation gift. Holland America held tight. They said if she cancels now, she’s losing 50 percent of her money. That was January 24. Travel insurance doesn’t cover a pandemic. Since then, they canceled the cruise and gave her the rest of the money. Cruise lines are offering as much as 225 percent of your refund toward a future booking. For me, it’s been everything. I had 117 kids going to D.C. for a field trip, 10 people going to the Grove Park Inn, a busload going to Mary Mac’s and Hamilton. All canceled. I only get paid after clients travel. I figure this year’s income will be 20 percent of last year’s. Amy Phuong | vice president of government relations for the Atlanta Hawks My wedding was set for March 28. We had everything planned. I even had a final walkthrough at the venue on March 4. We’d invited 200 people. Mike Gallagher | co-owner of Brick Store Pub and Leon’s Full Service in Decatur, Good Word Brewing in Duluth, and partial owner of Kimball House. Together, the four restaurants employ approximately 200 people. 2019 was a tough year. We had opened [Good Word Brewing]. The contractor had gone belly up when we opened. We lost our chef and sous-chef. We had a lot of money invested in Duluth. But 2020 was starting great. We’d put down a sizeable amount of money on a redo of Brick Store. On February 26, after seven years running the pop-up restaurant Eat Me Speak Me, Jarrett Stieber opened his first permanent restaurant. The build-out took months. Jarrett Stieber | chef-owner of Little Bear in Summerhill We had inspectors tell us we had to change things, and we covered the cost. So, like every restaurant, we ran way over budget. We opened with $285 in our checking account after buying products for the first week and just prayed that we were busy. We, thankfully, were. On March 2, five days after Little Bear opened, Governor Brian Kemp announced the first two confirmed cases of coronavirus in Georgia—two members of the same household in Fulton County. Nationwide, only 90 cases had been confirmed, six of whom were fatalities. “Georgians should remain calm,” Kemp said. Stieber We had one customer who said that she couldn’t believe that a place like Little Bear was here, that it reminded her of restaurants in San Francisco. That’s exactly what I had in my head when I planned this restaurant, that small-capacity hole-in-the-wall that basically is a neighborhood restaurant in terms of how it feels but has food as good as any high-end restaurant. We were hitting our stride. Jarrett Stieber: “My focus is keeping the business open any way I can.” Photograph by Audra Melton Clinkscales On March 2, we were evicted from our apartment, but they didn’t change the locks. If they’d changed the locks, we’d have nowhere to go. Our stuff would be out on the street. My dad and my mother had a couple of disagreements on how to maintain. I have an older sister who has an apartment in a project, so my mother, my other sister, and my niece all moved in with her. But I stayed with my dad. He didn’t finish high school. He needs someone. He doesn’t understand how things work. I love my dad, and I have to be with him. Belisa Urbina | founder/executive director of Ser Familia, a nonprofit that provides services to Latino families My husband’s family is from Spain, so we knew what was going on there. We knew what was going on in other places. I knew that if this was happening in all these other countries, it was going to happen to us because we are connected. Flights are coming in and out. People are moving around. Shawn Ware | owner of Vibe Ride cycle studios When the news about the coronavirus first came out, I was taking a break at home, between working at the Westside studio in the morning and Grant Park in the afternoon. I thought, Okay, well, this is just a flu. I’ve always been a gym rat, and I’ve always joked that I’ve been a germophobe since I was in the womb. I’m always washing my hands, using hand sanitizer. I thought, So, now you all are jumping on board for what I’ve been doing my whole life? But then, as the hours and days went on, I realized this was serious. On Friday, March 6, President Trump, wearing khakis, a windbreaker, and a Keep America Great baseball cap, visited the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Atlanta for a photo op and press conference, where he referenced his “natural ability” at understanding the complexities of virology and addressed the sluggish pace of testing for the virus. What he said wasn’t even a complete sentence: “As of right now, and yesterday, anybody who needs a test—and that’s the important thing.” While other countries were ramping up their tests to include even those who were asymptomatic—results which indicate who is contagious and who is not—the United States was (and as of late March remained) unequipped to test any but those suffering the most extreme symptoms. By Monday, March 9, the number of Georgians who’d tested positive for the virus had climbed to six, with 11 more presumed positive. Kemp announced that space at Hard Labor Creek State Park in east Georgia would be outfitted to accept COVID-19 patients who needed to be isolated. Phuong Even that week [of March 9], I started out feeling like, Okay, our wedding is so soon there’s no way it’s going to be impacted. Even though Italy at that time had made a turn for the worse, [my fiance] Kerry’s family is from Spain, and we felt good because they weren’t impacted the way Italy was. Then, we got to Wednesday, and that’s when it dramatically switched. That’s when the Hawks had their final game. That was the same evening that Trump instituted the travel ban from Europe. Kerry’s family would not be able to make it. Carstarphen The day when I said to my fellow superintendents that I’m considering closing the district even though we don’t have any cases—that was a bit of a shock. Even to myself. I work with children. So, the idea that I would even put on the table this notion that they might not have a prom, they might not be able to play for the state championship, they might not be able to get closure after 12 years of public school, that their moment gets snatched away from them? It’s sobering how your decision can change the direction of people’s lives. Dock Hollingsworth | senior pastor at Second-Ponce de Leon Baptist Church Wednesday, March 11, was a turning point. We were here for the Wednesday night services. There was still a lot of levity. A 94-year-old man came up to me and said, “Boy, I was relieved that this is targeting people 60 to 80 since it’s been so long since I was 80.” By Thursday morning we were in a whole different mode. I was in a peer group with other Atlanta pastors. Everyone was asking, “What measures are you taking?” Keisha Lance Bottoms | mayor of Atlanta I went to Sam’s Club on Thursday. A woman asked me what I was doing there. “The same thing you’re doing.” I have four kids at home. My husband makes grocery runs on his way home from work. But I knew we needed to stock up with a family of six. I’m now cooking three meals a day. But my personal adjustment pales in comparison to what’s happening. People are dying. Urbina We provide services to about 4,500 people. The services that we provide are very difficult to find. To give you an idea, there are 700,000 Latinos in metro Atlanta but there are less than 70 counselors who are fully licensed that can speak Spanish. There are four psychologists in the state of Georgia who can speak Spanish, and there are five psychiatrists who can speak Spanish. Latino children have twice the chance of having anxiety and depression compared to other teens. Our Latina girls, almost 20 percent of them attempt suicide. Joey Camp | cook at Waffle House in Canton who also drives a party bus part-time I started getting pneumonia [in early March]. I felt like I was drowning. The chills had gotten so bad that I could not keep my teeth from chattering. If my teeth weren’t chattering, I was coughing. [On March 12,] I went to the emergency room. They did all these tests—a CT scan with contrast, x-rays, everything. They were like, You got really bad pneumonia. We’re going to put you in a room and monitor you for a few days. Well, I was in there for probably nine hours when they hung the isolation box on my door. Which is where they keep all these gloves, smocks, and masks that everybody has to put on before they’re allowed into the room. I got a little nervous. Photograph by Audra Melton Phuong It hit me Friday night. We’d been planning so long, and now, our wedding is not going to happen. It was emotional. Dr. Laurence Busse | medical director, critical care, Emory Johns Creek Hospital On March 13, it was profound the amount of people coming into the ER. That was a scary day, and we all finished that day thinking, What are we in for? Dr. Jessica Nave | hospital medicine, Emory University Hospital I was hoping that, by early April, we’d peak. But now, my projection is we’ll peak at the end of April. And that’s still optimistic. It’s just the numbers. If you look at Seattle and New York, they’re still going. We didn’t start getting cases until the second week of March. We have to have a solid month of getting hit really hard before we peak. Marshall Rancifer | homeless advocate and relief worker There are 4,000 homeless people out there on the streets. Youth and adults. Homeless people share everything: food, clothes, hygiene products, blunts, crack pipes, needles sometimes. I brought a bunch of crack pipes to them so they wouldn’t share pipes. Some don’t know there is a virus outbreak in the city. They don’t have access to social media or the news. If you’re not in a shelter, you’re walking around in suspended animation all day. I saw people starting to light cigarettes and pass them around. I knocked the cigarettes out of their hands. I said, “You can’t share cigarettes, can’t share food, don’t touch nobody, don’t shake nobody’s hand. Don’t hug nobody.” Had to explain to the mothers in a park on Proctor Street what they can and can’t do. We’re not just educating the homeless; we are educating poor people and marginalized folks. They just don’t know. The weekend of March 14-15 was surreal. Social media and television were talking about nothing else, and school districts across the state, including Atlanta Public Schools, were announcing or had just begun indefinite closures. But for many Atlantans, life went on as normal. Bars were full. Restaurants were open. The BeltLine was packed. At Brick Store in Decatur, the owners decided to go ahead with a planned St. Patrick’s Day celebration, which included a short parade to the bar, scheduled for Saturday. Their decision, announced on the bar’s Facebook page the day before, brought out the knives. “You are encouraging people to make a very selfish decision,” wrote one of the more restrained commenters. “Public health providers are telling us to behave AS IF WE HAVE THE VIRUS, because many of us likely do.” Gallagher Calling it a “parade” is a stretch, because there were about 15 to 25 people. There were more people congregated in front of retail stores than there were in the parade. But we did it, and we had our event. We removed some tables. We put some tables spread out outside. We removed some barstools. I think people were clustering with whom they felt safe, their own household member or a family member, and then they spread out otherwise. It wasn’t six feet apart in the whole place, for sure. But our staff was militant about sanitizing bartops, tabletops, stools, chairs, menus in between their reuse, faucets. I got a lot of feedback from staff and guests about how meaningful it was to them and how they viewed it as a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak moment in time. So we certainly got a lot of great feedback. But the bashing on social media was unfortunate and unnecessary, quite frankly. Carstarphen I always believed we would be here at mitigation—not prevention, not containment. Mitigation was probably the only way we’d go given the spirit of our country, given we’re a democracy, given that people love their personal freedoms and their individual decision-making. Stieber This is the first time that social media and the general public have been able to kind of force people’s hands in a business sense, beyond just what is recommended from a health standpoint. We live in an era where people are so polarized and proselytizing of everything from behind their screens that whether you want to stay open right now, to fight for your business, you don’t really have much of a choice because of the stigma associated with doing so. As new restrictions kept restaurants from opening to guests, they pivoted to takeout operations. They started GoFundMe accounts for furloughed staff. At Brick Store, owners reduced their menu to soups and sandwiches. Donations to the “soup kitchen”—meant to compensate workers—were encouraged, but if you couldn’t pay, you could still grab a bag. Acheson My real worry is for all the people that I promised to provide for and can’t. That’s very hard, because I want on my tombstone to be remembered as a good employer, and a good human, and a good dad. The people who are going to get hit worst by this are undocumented. It’s not like we have a huge number of them on the payroll, but across the country, there are. They can’t get unemployment. They pay taxes through payrolls, but they don’t get taxes back. They are screwed. But we’re all screwed. Everybody’s like, Well, we’ll recover. No. Fifty percent of the restaurants that just shut down across this country will never reopen. Gallagher Most restaurants are lucky to have two full weeks’ worth of financial runway, and employees, probably even less. A lot of these guys are paycheck-to-paycheck. We are taking the money from the GoFundMe, the money from the gift cards, and any additional monies that have been given, and we’re divvying them up among staff on this upcoming payroll. We’re going to try to find an hourly threshold. For instance, if you worked 24 hours or less, you’ll get this pay rate. If you’re 25 or more, you’ll get that pay rate. We felt that was the most equitable, least cumbersome way to do it. I’ll be honest, it was tough. Do you pay more because they make more? Do you pay more because they need more? Do you pay more because they worked with you longer? Acheson I’m really happy that people are buying gift certificates. If we sell $2,000 of to-go food today, I’ll be impressed. That does not equate to being able to pay $16,000 in rent next month that Empire State owes and payroll costs of $44,000 every two weeks. Urbina Our community works in hospitality, restaurants, construction. Those are the first industries that are affected. We have already had clients who have lost their jobs. They know that they’re probably not going to be able to pay rent at the beginning of April. While most coronavirus infections don’t require hospitalization, roughly 15 percent do. Usually, though not always, the person needing hospitalization is elderly or immunocompromised. The infection ravages the lungs, leading often to pneumonia. Patients can’t get enough oxygen on their own. Some require a ventilator, a machine that augments the patient’s respiration through forced exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide. Busse I’m critical care. So, when patients get to me, they’re in dire straits. The typical thing that’s seen down in the emergency room is fever, some increased work of breathing, some hypoxia [low levels of oxygen in tissue], and some malaise or body aches. Those folks who have, let’s say, a little bit of increased work of breathing or need some oxygen would be admitted to have supportive care while they get through their illness. But if they have a higher degree of oxygen needs or they’re in septic shock or they’re in kidney failure, then they come to me. And those folks can be exquisitely ill, anywhere from just needing a few extra liters of oxygen to having multiorgan failure and needing a full bevy of life support. Dr. Laurence Busse: “When patients get to me, they’re in dire straits.” Photograph by Audra Melton Nave Sometimes illness is difficult to define by objective measures. We’ll get a call from the ER physician saying, “I think this patient needs to get admitted.” I’m looking at their chart and saying, “Well, they’re not hypoxic, they’re fine.” They’ll say, “Just come and lay your eyes on them.” So, I do, and it’s, “Oh yeah, this person is not going to do well.” They have a look about them. Their breathing pattern is abnormal. They’re using more accessory muscles. Au The act of intubating a COVID-19 patient is essentially the highest-risk procedure you can do. As you’re putting in that tube and they’re breathing out through this channel you’re putting in, it gives an opportunity for the virus to be in the air. Usually, it’s in droplets. Aerosolized virus can float around. It’s one of the most infectious potential procedures you can do on a COVID patient. The person who is best and most senior and experienced at doing intubations should do it. They take the least amount of time possible. Put in the tube, quick, hook up the ventilator, and minimize exposure to everyone. Nave Some of our sickest patients have been in their late 20s to late 30s and otherwise healthy. We don’t know why. Camp On Saturday [March 13], they tested me for COVID-19, and I got positive affirmation on Monday. How in the world did I get this? I have not been to Italy, I haven’t been to China, I haven’t been around people, to my knowledge, that have been to those places. I live a very boring life. When they finally told me on Monday, they also released me from the hospital to self-quarantine. The house I was living in had an infant in it. I didn’t want to take the chance of getting that infant sick. So, I was like, “I need options.” Camp was brought to Hard Labor Creek State Park and put in a camper to recuperate until he was no longer contagious. He was there for six days. Camp It had a nice bed in it. There were cookies. The state health officials were super helpful. I asked them to go on a grocery run because a diabetic cannot live on chips and cookies. And they went and got me some bananas, some apples, some cucumbers—all this stuff for me to snack on. I offered to pay for some of the stuff, and they wouldn’t have it. They paid for my medicine. They got me a new blood-sugar meter. The first few days were rough. The coughing was the worst part at that point. I had stopped having chills, I had stopped having a fever, but I was still coughing my brains out. It was like starting a car. Just whoop, whoop, whoop, just constant. And it just slowly went away. One day, I was coughing every three or four minutes; the next day, it was every half hour; the next day, it was every hour. And by the time I was done, I was only coughing very, very rarely, when I got a tickle in the back of my throat. It wasn’t even in my lungs anymore. Au We know that some of the sick are going to be our colleagues. We know that the more we are going to engage, the more people are going to be sick. Over the weekend, I started sleeping in the guest room in the basement because it’s separate from the rest of the house. I have my own bathroom because I don’t want to share a bathroom with anyone. I’m very meticulous about hygiene now—I mean, I always was because I work in the hospital—but now it’s like, shower and change into clean clothes before I leave the hospital. And then, I shower and change clothes again [once I’m home]. Rancifer I wasn’t scared before, but I’m scared now. My father and mother always taught me not to run away from trouble—run toward it, because you can be the person who can change something or save someone’s life. But once this gets out of hand, I’m not going to run toward someone that can kill me. I’m 63. I fall under the category of major at-risk. After I meet with big groups of folks, I skim down to my skivvies. I wear two pairs of gloves. When I get in the car I take my clothes off and throw them on the ground. I take the top pair of gloves off and put them in a disposable Ziploc bag. Then, I take the sanitized clothes out, get dressed, and then move on back home. Au Yesterday I cried talking to a high-school friend. When you’re at home, because the kids are there, you want to be like, Everything’s cool. It is so disruptive for them, so you put on the cheerful face. And at work, since I’m an attending physician, you want to put forth that “everything’s under control.” You get accustomed to trying to keep other people calm. But talking to someone that I’ve known before this, it was just an unguarded moment. What if I get sick? [My husband and I are] rewriting our wills right now. He’s a doctor, too. One of us has to stay well. Clinkscales My mom is worrying about what we’re going to do. She is part of a housecleaning business, but people haven’t been allowing them into their homes because of precautions. My dad works in building services for a hotel, and his income has been dropping. Because of the pandemic, baseball has been canceled, five games in. Colleges aren’t recruiting. Some schools aren’t even accepting students. Ware I spent most of the day today on the phone with our creditors and sending emails to landlords and to the people we lease bikes from, and they’re like, We get it. They’ve been extremely understanding, but it is a very, very scary time. One of our creditors said, We can defer for three months but we’ll still collect interest. Our largest creditor, Wells Fargo, is deferring payments with no late fees and no interest and no reporting to our credit bureau. But a community bank is going to charge us interest. They said, That’s just what we have to do. When we sent the email that we were going to suspend everyone’s membership, we had 35 to 40 people call and say, Don’t cancel. Don’t suspend our accounts. We want to continue to pay because we know you are hit hard, and this is our gym. We want to help and support you as much as we can. Some of these people have been members since the beginning. They’re not clients or strangers; they opened the doors with us. That has been so amazing. Shawn Ware: “I spent most of the day today on the phone with our creditors.” Photograph by Audra Melton Acheson I had $26 in my checking account last week, last week, before this all happened. I’m borrowing personal funds from people I know to pay payroll. Small business is being abandoned. It’s been abandoned for a long time in this country. Nobody has any inkling about how much hurt this is going to do. Lobbyists are on the Hill right now getting every meeting that they want to bail out Delta Air Lines yet again, and the auto industry is going to get bailed out. One in 10 people in the States work for the hospitality industry. Nobody’s bailing us out. We bail out all the wrong people in this country, consistently, over and over again. These are the same people who don’t want Medicare for All, yet they want a socialist handout when they make bad decisions in business, and they go broke. When the coronavirus closed Atlanta Public Schools, the district implemented a massive effort to continue offering free meals to its 52,416 students. Working with the Atlanta Community Food Bank, APS offers a bag of free groceries every Monday at four locations around town. The district hosts an additional giveaway on Tuesdays and is offering meal service at 10 sites around town, including delivery of meals via the school bus system. Carstarphen Our goal as of yesterday was to be at 40,000 meals on any given day in a school district. We let everyone eat. As food supplies diminish or are late, and as staff continue to self-quarantine and find other challenges trying to come to work every day, we’ll have staffing shortages. Bottoms I drove to my mother’s house, and she stood outside my car. I hadn’t seen my mother in a few weeks. Which isn’t normal. My grandmother would quote the Bible: “Be anxious for nothing.” You hear from people all the time, “This, too, shall pass.” I had to write that on the wall in the mayor’s office to remind myself. We’re going to be alright. When I need to take a breath and clear my mind, I’ll go and sort some shoes. This too shall pass. Camp I work in the service industry. Half of my income has been wiped out by this. The party bus industry is on hiatus because all the bars are shut down, proms were shut down, all of that. That’s killing my income. I still have bills. Part of me feels like the government shouldn’t be telling businesses to close their doors. I feel like that should be a case-by-case basis. Busse The preparation [by the federal government] has been poor, but I didn’t really expect it not to be. Do you plan for the worst-case scenario? Or do you put resources elsewhere? So, the response in general has not been great. And I think that’s sort of what I expected. And frankly, if I was in that position, I’m not sure I would’ve done it differently. I mean, it’s really hard to plan for something like this. I’ve never had this in my lifetime. And I’ve been here for Ebola, for H1N1 influenza, and I was here for the first SARS illness back in 2003. We’ve seen these things erupt on a regional level but never really become a global pandemic. This is new in our generation. Urbina My nightmare is that one of my employees gets sick, and I have to close my office, and our families have nowhere to go. At the moment, what we need most are donations or gift cards. One donor asked if she could bring baby formula, and I said yes, that would be fantastic. We have another person who asked if they could bring baskets of food. Yes, whatever you think you can do. We are very grateful. Busse When we run out of ventilators, that’s not something that we can just pull out of the closet. So, we’re relying on and hoping for support from the government to get more ventilators. We’re relying on and hoping for support from industry to get us more resources. We’re using what we have now, and once that’s it, once we’re out, we’re going to have to get creative. We don’t have enough N95 masks. We don’t have enough personal protective equipment. We’re using what we have, and we are hoping that we don’t get the virus. Nave We’ve started rationing our personal protective equipment. We’re trying to be very, very smart about when to use it and on which patients. It’s kept under lock and key because there’s panic even in the healthcare system when something like this hits. People start hoarding. Ware My husband is 60 and has heart disease, so we want to make sure he is extra-protected. I’m a breast-cancer survivor. We live in a condo downtown. We are in and out of the parking garage, touching that door all the time. Those are the things we have to be conscious about. We’re here, and we’re in the house more now, obviously. But it’s fine, it’s family time. We’ve got a puzzle. I got me some wine. Brad Levenberg | rabbi at Temple Sinai So many of us have relied on physical gatherings to provide comfort when we’re going through difficult times. When it’s joyous, we gather to celebrate. In the days after 9/11, we gathered in homes and apartments to watch the news. Now, this kind of support is all being challenged. We need to find other ways. Busse Right now we’re not seeing the normal volume of patients that show up needing care at the hospital. And is that because patients are being more careful and taking their medicine and having telehealth visits with their primary-care doctors? Are they no longer using the emergency room as a sort of a primary-care outlet? And it makes me think: Is this what healthcare could be if we were sort of using the system appropriately? Now, of course, the pessimist in me worries that when this is all said and done, we’re going to look at mortality and morbidity of people that were not infected with COVID-19 and we’re going to see that go up. Nave Italy had so many cases that all presented at once that it overwhelmed their entire system, and they’re having to choose who’s going to live and who’s going to die. They’re looking at two patients who are actively dying and there’s one ventilator, and they’re saying “You get it.” That’s probably the most horrific experience for a physician. I can’t even imagine. That’s what we don’t want. Hollingsworth We are in the holy season of Lent right now. It’s already designed to be a season of introspection and asking the big questions. So, in many ways, this makes the Lenten questions more real and more pressing because the ground is shaky under people. But personally the ground doesn’t feel that shaky to me. Because I have a different kind of existential hope. We may see people turning to the church to ask, Are there answers there that perhaps I’ve been making fun of for a long time? This is an opportunity to live inside a hope that is not built on markets or how many widgets you can sell. Carstarphen This is going to have a huge and disproportionate impact on black and brown and poor children. When you’re in a city that has the label of being the most unequal city in America when it comes to income disparity, and you’re working with people who are already fragile and incredibly strained in the healthiest of economies, this is crushing. If you’re wealthy, you can still get the access to the things you need for your family. Our kids weren’t getting that at the outset. It took a pandemic to wake up some people to know that we have to support our marginalized brothers and sisters. Clinkscales I don’t have money to pay for college on my own. Scholarships have been taken away. I’ve been thinking about starting a business. I have always wanted to own a sports bar. Now, I’m scared about what I’m going to do after I graduate. I was working hard, doing extracurricular activities, filling out scholarship applications, playing sports, trying to do something better for my family. And it all got taken away because of the virus. Devon Clinkscales: “I’m scared about what I’m going to do after I graduate.” Photograph by Audra Melton Urbina This pandemic has proved how connected we are. Nobody can say that they have not been touched by this. I am Latina, but if something is happening to my friends in the black community, it’s my problem. I have to do something about it because they’re my people. With everything that’s happening to the Asian community, I feel so sad that people have made them feel they are to blame for the situation, which, they’re not. We need everybody’s help so we can survive. There will be repercussions from this that we can’t even imagine right now. Do whatever you can, but just do something. Stieber My main focus is keeping the business open any way I possibly can, which right now means switching to a to-go–only format this week. But we have to do what we have to do, and I’m doing whatever I can to make sure I pay my staff and keep their jobs. If you have the ability to stay home and still get paid and you’re willing to share with the people who need it, then do so. Just stop posting the same memes—pony up and do something legitimate to help. Nave I don’t leave my house a lot [when I’m not at the hospital]. We have gone to the grocery store. We do not bring our children. I keep hand sanitizer in my purse. The second I get in my car, I sanitize my hands again. We bring all the groceries in, unload then, and immediately wipe every single food item down: boxes, milk jugs, whatever. Then, we take a wipe and retrace our entire steps from the time we entered the house—every doorknob, every baby gate, every counter. Levenberg This is a time when you don’t have to put your life on the line to be a hero. You’re a hero when you pay your yard people to not show up. When you pay your cleaning people to stay home. When you send a gift card to teachers who are learning new tools to teach your children. These are all heroic measures. Bottoms I’ve been thinking a lot about the Holocaust and the diary of Anne Frank, how people’s lives changed and they had to go in hiding. When I think about that, this is a minor inconvenience. There are people who live across the globe with disease and war. I’m in a house with AC and a backyard and two dogs who get to run around and play. It’s made me grateful just about the little things—going to a restaurant, getting your nails done, going to the store. These conveniences we take for granted our entire lives. It’s given me a perspective, another layer of empathy. Nave This is a different infectious agent than we have ever seen in most of our lifetimes. This truly is unprecedented. I was at Emory when we dealt with Ebola. Ebola’s mortality is way worse than this, and it’s very infectious—but not as infectious as this. This is crazy: You start with one city in China, and now, the whole world has it because we’re so interconnected. This is such an unprecedented infectious agent that we have to be more diligent and cautious, even at the cost of some of the economics of this country. Because how do you put value on a life? Hollingsworth If we have a death in our community, it’s our practice to come together as a community and tell stories. We can’t do that now. But an interment can’t wait. The staff here will do small graveside services, and we’ll encourage families to push a memorial service into the future. Gallagher [My wife and I have] had some difficult talks about the greater good. Is it being available as a soup kitchen, or selling food to raise money for our staff, or closing down and keeping the highest level of social distancing? This morning, she shared a dream she had where she was in the grocery store and there was too many people and she could see the hand sanitizer and she couldn’t get to it. Levenberg I hope we have a renewed understanding of those who are more marginalized than we are and of the privileges we claim by default. Maybe that sense will be awakened in people who are seeing that there are a lot of people who are worse off, who are seeing that they’ve milked the existing system for their families at the expense of others. Amy Phuong and Kerry O’Brate Photograph by Audra Melton Phuong We thought, What’s preventing us from still getting married? So, we went to the courthouse to get our marriage license the last day the court was open. We pulled up the weather app to look for a date when it wasn’t going to rain. Bill Bolling [the founder of Atlanta Community Food Bank, who was officiating] said, “Pick a pretty spot.” I thought, let’s just pick our neighborhood park, Cabbagetown Park. When Kerry and I first started dating, it was midway between our houses. My parents came, my sister. We had to keep it under 10. We had hand sanitizer. I picked up pastries from Alon’s that morning. We used Kerry’s Zoom account to do some livestreaming. We wanted to make sure family and friends got to be a part of it. On the virtual stream, somebody wore pearls, somebody put on a dress and makeup, someone wore a tuxedo T-shirt, one of the bridesmaids who couldn’t be there even wore her dress. There was a beautiful moment in the ceremony where Bill was addressing the virtual crowd. His remarks almost made the park feel like it was full. He did an affirmation: “Will you guys support this couple?” That was a beautiful moment, looking over at an iPhone on a tripod and hearing everyone say, “We will.” Expanded interviews: These Georgians had so much more to say than we had space to print. To read their full stories, click on the names below. Dr. Michelle Au | Dr. Meria Carstarphen | Devon Clinkscales | Hugh Acheson | Amy Phuong | Mike Gallagher | Jarrett Stieber | Belisa Urbina | Shawn Ware |Dock Hollingsworth | Keisha Lance Bottoms | Joey Camp | Dr. Laurence Busse | Dr. Jessica Nave | Marshall Rancifer | Brad Levenberg This article appears in our May 2020 issue. The post 21st Century Plague appeared first on Atlanta Magazine. #JarrettStieber #EmpireStateSouth #KeishaLanceBottoms #MichelleAu #Coronavirus

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sonofhistory · 7 years

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whats the halemadge timeline???

Oh! Allow me to explain, so I have two different Halemadge timelines–I have the historical Halemadge timeline and then the modern AU Halemadge timeline. Each of these different timelines I am still working on and have been for months; they will never be completed but are very useful for when I write Halemadge fics. They both take up four different documents in my google drive and half of an entire notebook.

Basically, the historical timeline pieces together everything that Ben and Nathan did or had effect on each other, this one is from 1769-Ben’s death. It details when they first met, who fell for the other first, and everything that they did together and so on until 1776.

Example: in the historical timeline I specifically note that Ben did always know he had an inclination towards men and even though he grew up highly religious he refused to ever believe that this was a wrong thing but still was embarrassed over these emotions; but when he first met Nathan in August of 1769 at Yale, he fell for him immediately but never acknowledged that he had strong feelings for Nathan until December of 1769 (and then I talk about how he came about to realize these feelings… did he act upon them etc). While Nathan on the other hand, grew up highly religious and never thought for a moment that he had an inclination towards men until the first time he met Ben (see Hit Like a Punch to know their first meeting). Nathan was far more forward with his feelings, but he never went as far as to tell Ben of them; you could just tell. While he tried to keep these feelings a secret, his older brother Enoch caught on.

The timeline goes on and on and on (believe me) It goes on about every thing they did together, what it was like sharing a dorm, why Nathan began avoiding Ben all through the winter of 1769-1770 and how hurt Ben became (believe me Nathan was hurt to, but it was his coping, to get away from the thing that was hurting him–even if it wasn’t on purpose), who first confessed (Nathan), who first kissed (Ben). I am not going to share too many intimate details because (don’t want to spoil) I am planning a really long fic about their freshman year (which will be followed by a sophomore year, junior year, senior year and all of their time after Yale). The timeline talks in chronological order when they finally came together (April 1770) and who was better at each and other thing (Ben was smarter, Nathan was stronger; Ben teased more, Nathan laughed more; Ben was a great actor, Nathan a great poet; both an amazing debate team). I am pretty sure you get the jist of it. Since I write so many Halemadge fics, I like to keep the time timeline and sequence.

The timeline doesn’t just go on about the time they spent together (at Yale, after Yale…) it goes on about their last meeting and how Nathan’s death ultimately changed Ben for the rest of his life. I’ve explained this to several of bbys (I’m looking at you Antoine @sunshineapollo and Madison @abbaeadams) about how strongly Nathan’s death truly effected him. I went off of historical account and actual primary sources but I will give a brief run down: before Nathan’s death, Ben was lively, he was half extroverted, half introverted, he was funny and while extremely studious and serious, he had a large array of facial features he used, he got lonely easily (historically true, when Ben graduated Yale early he kept sending letters to Nathan speaking of how much he missed him) and loved Nathan truly, dearly and with every raw inch of his heart. But, I’ve noticed (and I believe it half has something to do with Nathan’s death and half from the horrors of the war) that after 1776, Ben was described as absolutely serious, reserved, he never spoke or flinched and hardly uttered a word. When Ben heard of Nathan’s death, he lost all of these qualities.

When Ben heard of Nathan’s death, Ben slid in quietude. You know the five stages of grief? Well after Nathan’s death (he was historically in Washington’s office when the news from Alexander Hamilton arrived) Ben went into denial; if you are expecting him to get off of denial–it takes a very, very long time. Ben is stuck in denial from September 1776 all the way until October 1780 (I’ll get to that in a moment), that is four years. You see, when Ben heard of the news, Ben refused to believe it, he refused to ever believe that Nathan was dead and in his mind he chose to believe that somehow Nathan was alive; but he was not, he was gone. Ben was in this state of denial hoping one day, he would find out for sure, even though in his heart he knew Nathan was gone, he chose not to believe it or speak of it.

By the time 1780 rolled around and with John Andre’s trial, Ben was hit with a wave of how similar Andre’s case was the Hale’s case and he hit a state of anger; he was angry over the death of Nathan Hale and he was angry with him. He wasn’t just angry that Nathan was dead; he was angry with Nathan for leaving him (in the last chapter of Rose Petal Hands which is coming out in a few weeks, Nathan’s last words to Ben are a promise and Ben is extremely angry at Nathan because he broke his promise). You can sense his somewhat anger in Drunk on the Taste of Your Lips, but he grows into polite conversation with Andre and when Hamilton keeps leaving the room, Andre keeps diverting the conversation to be about Nathan and forces Ben to talk about him more than he had talked about him in four years. During the course of this conversation, it is the first time that he actually utters the word “was” about Nathan instead of “is”.

Ben is still in anger but he is bridging on the line of depression when Lafayette is to stay with Andre the night and Washington requests that Ben and Hamilton head back to their tents until morning (it’s about three in the morning though). This takes places immediately about Drunk on the Taste of Your Lips in Gold Flecks in Ink where you finally see Ben showing grief over Nathan. Because when Ben heard of Nathan’s death, he never, ever cried, he didn’t because he pushed back all of his feelings for Nathan and never talked of him (this changed when Andre loomed it). So when in Gold Flecks in Ink Hamilton sends his condolences for Nathan’s death, it is as if he is hearing of Nathan’s death all over again. He gets angry at Hamilton (read the fic and you’ll understand a bit better), he is in the state of anger (nearly on depression) and he doesn’t want anyone to understand their relationship because it was between them and no one else; not Enoch or Hamilton or Andre. You can see, in this fit of anger, that Ben faltered for just a moment when he thought of the fact that Nathan was dead, gone and Hamilton finds out about his love for Ben because he carries his soul in his eyes (according to Nathan in Rose Petal Hands).

Ben isn’t just mad at Nathan, he is infuriated at himself because the last time Nathan said anything to him or held him, he never even opened his eyes (last chapter of Rose Petals Hands, yet to be published). Hamilton confronts him and Ben breaks down for the first time ever, for the first time he understand that Nathan is gone and he feels as if he just heard of his death and he hurts so badly and slides into the state of depression; this is the period of depression that he never gets out of; he never in his whole life reaches the acceptance part of the five stages of grief. Ben was in denial from September 1776 to October 1780, then in the course of one week he went from denial to anger and then October 1st he went from anger to bargaining and then to depression and he never reaches the last stage of grief.

That ended up being very long, but you understand the jist of it. The Halemadge timeline is work of months and months of primary sources, my understand of their relationship, their personalities and letters. It talks about their emotions, what effected them, who knew about the relationship besides them, how it effected Ben and every tiny little thing about everything, how many summers they spent with each other (it even talks about how many times Enoch walked into his dorm room to find them…. cough…. entangled).

Well, I talked about the historical timeline, but I have not spoken of the modern AU timeline. The modern AU timeline is MUCH shorter because it draws upon many things I already have in the historical timeline. The modern AU is much, much happier (believe me because I can interpret it however I wish to because no need for historical context). The MAUHTL goes about about when the first met (Ben was a sophomore at Yale, Nathan was a freshman), when they first *screwed around*, who kissed first, WHERE they first met, how it was sharing a dorm room together, whatever the fuck Enoch was doing, when they first decided to move in together (Spring of Ben’s junior year, Nathan’s sophomore year; it was Nathan who decided they should on the ground that he was tired of accidentally forgetting to tell Enoch when they were going to screw around and it was awkward having to tell him), how many kids they had, their jobs, income, housing *blah blah*. I believe you all understand.

MAUHTL is way different because in the HHTL because in the HHTL, Ben met Nathan was he fifteen and Nathan was fourteen while in the MAUHTL, Ben was nineteen and Nathan was eighteen and guess what! Nathan! Doesn’t! Die! Ben and Nathan live a long, healthy and happy life together (besides the occasional healthy argument and in that case Ben sleeps on the couch or Nathan just leaves and goes to Enoch’s house). Their kids… you know their house.. jobs and all that sweet stuff.

The Halemadge timeline in conclusion is really a physical, mental and psychological picture of Nathan Hale and Benjamin Tallmadge’s lives together (and after…) it took a long, long time to sequence and I am still adding things to it (four notebooks later..).

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask some, I really will divulge the more intimate parts of the Halemadge timeline (both modern and historical).

#Flood pressles box #sincerely anonymous #halemadge

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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WELCOME BACK!

<3 I really missed you, and it’s so great to hear you had fun! (and omg yes so ready to see all those beautiful pics)

Yaaayyyy join me in MCU feels hell. And oooh, you have a ship for the fandom now! Like, Stoki’s still my favorite Steve pairing but Stony’s really cool too…you know I ship almost everything XD (also am I the only person who sorta hated almost everyone by the end of CW? Like, of course they’re still my favs and there are still some cinnamon rolls, but, come on. Why couldn’t you all just get along ;-;)

Speaking of Illumi, do you know that Hisoka/Illumi is an incredibly popular ship in the HxH fandom? Probably because both of them are so horrible that they have like 0 friends other than each other. Nobody else wants to hang out with these losers. (Chrollo tolerates Hisoka and the adults in Illumi’s family seem to spend enough time with him to give him orders, but that’s about it.) It’s a trash ship with two trashy people and tbh I love it XD

So continuing with the eye jokes, imagine. Hisoillu version of Helpless. Hisoillu version of Satisfied.

“Look into his eyes and the sky’s the limit”

“Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame”

(I know you did thise one before but still) “But when I fantasize at night, it’s Illumi’s eyes”

just, I’m imagining animatics for this with the ‘camera’ zooming in on Illumi’s dead fish eyes every time the lyrics mention them. It’s hilarious and also mildly terrifying

(though I guess if we’re actually making a Hamilton AU Hisoka’s way more likely to do something like Say No To This…)

idk if I’d want to be a parent either really LOL. Kids are adorable but I don’t think I’ll ever be responsible enough to raise one…

If Ishida makes a plot twist or something about it being someone else pretending to be Hide I'm actually gonna get mad. Dude. Not only would that bring the Hide feels right back it’d just make absolutely no sense omg

(also you read the new chapter, right? So, let’s talk about Juuzou and that huge death flag)

I’ve heard of Soul Eater and considered reading it but it’s not really the kind of thing I’m into…artwork’s cute, though, and Death the Kid seems like an interesting guy so maybe someday XD

AGH I’M ACTUALLY SORTA JEALOUS BECAUSE WOW I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW TO WATCH THAT LEGALLY HERE IN KOREA. (unless I ask my dad for help but he doesn’t like manga/anime at all, so…) But yes, I’m really happy Lizzy finally got her moment this time! Now anime-only fans can’t complain about her being a ‘shallow’ character so hopefully there’ll be less fighting over Lizzy in the Kuro fandom :D

FINALLY. Fellow Death Note fan <3333 Who’s your fav? Do you have any ships? Are you done with the anime??? :D (also do you know…you picked a really interesting time to join the DN fandom. The American live-action movie just came out and it sucks so freaking bad, like I haven’t even watched it yet and just from the reviews/clips, here’s what I got:

-They turned Misa into this Harley Quinn-type character. Only without any depth.

-Light/Misa is an actual canon ship, like, it’s not abusive or one-sided like it is in the anime/manga, it’s just…a thing. Light loves Misa. Misa loves Light. It’s like every cringey high school romance movie ever, only with more murder

-They freaking bent the Death Note rules just so Light could get away with all sorts of ridiculous stuff

-L cries, L rants, L is overly emotional

-Light tells L where he hid a page from his Death Note. Light doesn’t deny being Kira. Light shows Misa his Death Note when they like barely know each other and she’s still a complete stranger to him. Light acts like an idiot.

-Oh sure, he’s Kira, God of the New World, but he still cares about going to prom with his girlfriend and making stupid faces as they pose for pictures

-So much unnecessary gore. Heart attacks are Kira’s thing, Light isn’t that emotional about his kills, he doesn’t care as long as the 'villains’ are dead, so why???

-Apparently Rem does not exist. Sayu doesn't exist either. Light’s mom is dead (probably so he can angst over her)

-Light Turner. Light TURNER. Out of all the surnames they could have chosen…

-And now, for the most unforgivable sin:

How dare they not include the Potato Chip scene)

And then random things: JJ and Light have the same voice actor. Yurio and Mello (imo…have you met Mello yet?) could be long-lost twins.

Also:

I’ve fallen into Steven Universe hell and now I’m imagining so. Many. Gem AUs. Have you ever heard of SU?

(look:

1- don’t stress about the messages, and come on, I’d never get mad at you over something like this! You’re way too awesome.

2- I don’t really know what to say 'cause I’m bad at comforting people, but ugh, it sucks to hear that school’s tiring you out! Queen Luna’s gonna get through this, though. I mean, you’re great at so many things and you’re freaking smart and…this is awkward but maybe you understand Evans Language by now? XD Guess I’m just trying to say that I’m sure you’ll do great, and if you ever need someone to talk to I’m (almost) always free *hugs*

3- Um. So, other than tumblr, I think the only way I can talk with you right now is if we email each other? The email address I used this time is my real one (or rather, my dad’s, since I don’t have one of my own yet…) so maybe we can talk about this more through email and find a better way to contact each other? If that’s ok with you can you send me a message there?)

P.S:

I’ve started college and have no idea what I’m doing

*slams head against keyboard* guess who managed to get sick. It’s only been a week since school started. Whatever, I’m still going to school, but I woke up breathing like a fish on land, bc asthma. Yay.

I’m definitely gonna upload the pics today!!

Okay, but one thing I’m wondering about, is How? Not in a malicious way or anything, I’m genuinely curious to why you ship Stoki (and where it began). Was it that redemption fic you told me about or did you ship it before?

Tbh, I didn’t hate the characters in CW, I hated the situation. Because there’s so so much pointless conflict that could easily be solved if everyone sat down and talked like normal people. But nooo we have to go around attacking each other. ((ALSO CAP’S LETTER TO TONY, I AM DEAD))

I’ve already learned (and experienced) that shipping is a very weird and unusual thing, so I’ll be honest and say I’m not even surprised that ship exists. At least it has some basis XD

I’m actually tempted to go through the lyrics of the whole musical and find every single eye line there is, only to replace it w Illumi’s eyes.

Not only zooming in on the eyes, the word itself is louder than the rest XD man if only I could draw…

Tbh I’d say I’m responsible enough (HA, that’s more or less a lie), but I’m honestly way too irritated with the little ones to be able to have one of my own. My cousin recently celebrated her 3rd bday and I was stuck looking after her during the party, bc all the adults were talking among themselves and I swear to god, I haven’t moved that much since I had to run 2km for PE. Where do they get their energy. Not to mention the adults thought it would be a good idea to leave me w her, because I’d already drunk 3 glasses of wine (i was bored and not allowed to do anything other than stare at emptiness or look after a 3yo). Turns out my tolerance isn’t that bad after all.

Lol let’s be honest, Ishida would totally do that. He knows the fandom would riot and that’s the whole point.

All the death flags. Tbh I don’t know how I feel about it. It’s obvious that either Touka or Juuzou are probably gonna die and I wan’t neither (If I have to choose tho, I’d rather Juuzou survives.) Also Naki. HNNNNNNGH

I think you’d actually like the manga? It takes a pretty dark turn compared to the anime and deals with lots of mental issues (the whole theme of the later volumes is Madness). Also, lots of death XD Well, the artwork changes drastically, so which one are you talking about XD

The girl in the coat (left first pic, middle 2nd) is the same person for reference. Death the Kid was one of my first anime crushes. The guy has OCD and is a total badass.

MUHAHAHAHA I think someone uploaded the Lizzy fight to youtube so you can probably find it there, but I am in love. The animation is beautiful, so that’s also a huge plus. All in all, it was handled really well.

Death Note

So last I’ve watched is ep 25, aka the one WHERE L DIES. And i am not okay. I am nowhere near okay. Nope. Not at all.

Oh i’ve heard all about the adaptation. Tbh I find the whitewashing hilarious. Setting the movie in America removes so much of the series’s logic, so why? L being the way he is is probably my favourite mistake. They took the best character and ruined him completely. POTATO CHIP SCENE NOOOO But my question is: did everything go just according to the keikaku?

Have fun w SU! I’ve watched it for a while, but gave up at some point. I might pick it up again if I have the time ^^ Word of advice, watch out for the fandom, they’re among the most toxic ones I’ve ever encountered. One time, they almost drove an artist to suicide because she didn’t draw Rose ‘thick enough’. So yeah.

What did I do to deserve you as my friend TT^TT Thank you so so much, those words mean more than you can imagine.

Um. Looks like we’ll be staying here, because I never, ever check my mail, despite getting school assignments there, so yeah. If we used mail, you’d probably get a response every leap year.

How does the education system work in Korea? Like, at what age do you start going to which school?

Also, I’ve told you about Mystic Messenger? I think you’d like the newest update, because damn, it’s creeping me out. Also, it’s in Korean, so + ((My thoughts during the prologue of the new route: Nani the fuck))

#evans #submission

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serkewen12 · 7 years

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Jefferson/Reader - Part Two

Here it is everyone! I was up all night typing because I was in the groove. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as Part One. Thank you for all your support 💜

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Pairing: Jefferson x Reader Time: modern college AU Word count: 2775

I use Google translate so I hope the French isn’t butchered… 🤞

When you walked across the courtyard it didn’t take you long to notice Hercules and John were already waiting for you to arrive at the group’s normal table. They were scanning the area trying to spot you.

“Here we go…” you say to yourself taking a deep breath.

“(Y/N)!!” They both chorused as they jumped up to hug you.

“Hey! What’s up? Where is Laf?”

“Laf has class so he isn’t here. I think you know what’s up… spill,” John said with a scowl.

Hercules was standing next to John and was uncomfortably silent. When you looked up at him you could tell he was incredibly angry. The larger man was not someone you wanted to cross and ever since you had befriended the fashion major he had become your protective older brother.

“Just sit down and when Alex gets here I will tell you the whole story,” you say sitting down at the table.

John and Hercules followed suit and sat down. You slowly pulled out your sandwich and started to eat it. You were painfully aware they were both staring at you impatiently. The tension in the air was thick.

“ALL RIGHT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE SON OF A BITCH SAID!” Hercules shouted, drawing attention from a few students sitting at the other tables.

“Will you keep your damn voice down!”

“Hey, hey, hey, we have arrived,” Alexander said cheerfully.

Eliza took a seat next to you and threw you a sympathetic look. Alexander sat next to Hercules with a rather smug look on his face. There was no doubt he was looking forward to watching the reaction your story would receive.

Alexander folded his hands under his chin and said, “I believe you owe these guys a story (Y/N).”

You took a deep breath and began to tell them what happened when you went into economics class. Hercules was shaking with rage at the comments Jefferson made. John was shocked but laughed when you told them what you had told Jefferson and how he had reacted. Eliza put a hand on your shoulder supportively and gave you a small smile.

“Wow… I can’t believe he would say something like that. You really told him you wouldn’t come near his cock for all the money in the world?” John asked slightly amused but you could hear the edge of anger in his voice.

“I know right? It took all my self control to not lose it right there,” Alex seemed proud when he spoke.

“Herc?” You ask quietly. He was shaking, but had yet to say anything.

“I’ll fucking kill him with my bare hands, I swear to God,” Hercules said slamming his hand down on the table.

“Calm the fuck down Hercules! I think I effectively handled the situation. He basically ran out of class and couldn’t even look at us. I love you, but I’m capable of defending myself! I put him in his place! That asshole isn’t stupid enough to come within a mile of speaking to me again after what happened, ” you said with a scowl.

“I suppose you’re right. He wouldn’t dare try to do anything, I’m sure he knows you will tell us what happened and he knows we always have your back,” Hercules muttered.

“Oh what? Come on guys we have to come up with a way to get back at Jefferson for this? He will see what we can do to him!” Alexander sounded extremely determined.

You look at Eliza. She was shaking her head at Alexander’s antics. You lean over to her and whisper, “Please do something to shut him up.”

“Alexander! I think that’s enough! (Y/N) did an amazing job putting Jefferson in his place and you’re making a scene. Stop trying to instigate a fight, it’s already over,” Eliza scolded.

Alexander looked like a child who had been put in time out. “Sorry, sorry you are right. It’s been handled.”

“So… Herc I heard you started on a new design project. Tell me about this dress you’ve been assigned to make,” you say trying to steer the conversation away from Jefferson.

As Hercules begins to talk animatedly about the dress he was designing and grabbed his sketch book out of his bag you mouth “thank you” to Eliza. She sends you a wink in response. When lunch ended you received a hug from everyone and you started walking to your writing class. Half way to class your phone buzzes letting you know you had a new text.

Fashionista: 3:00pm - I know you handled the situation, but if he says anything like that to you again… nothing will hold me back. -

(Y/N): 3:01pm - Love you too Herc -

Angelica was waiting for you in her usual seat in the writing class you two shared. The rumor was that (Y/N) had let Jefferson have it in economics so badly that he had actually skipped his next class. She couldn’t wait to question you to find out if what everyone was talking about was true.

As you walked into class you noticed a few people stop talking and look at you. You quickly sat down next to Angelica, who had a knowing smile plastered across her face.

“Let me guess… you want to know what happened in economics class?” you ask with a smirk.

“You’re damn right I do! I’ve been hearing all kinds of things the last hour and a half.”

“He was degrading Alex again so I stood up to him,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Girl don’t you try to jip me like that! I know there is more than that. Spill it.”

“He might have told me to suck his dick and I may have told him not for all the money in the world…” you shrugged.

“Oh my god! Are you kidding me?! I can’t believe it, good for you! No wonder he skipped his next class…” Angelica gushed.

“He did what?”

“You heard me, he didn’t show up to his next class.”

“Holy shit,” you whisper with wide eyes.

You must have affected him even more than you thought. After the two hour writing class you were stir crazy. You hadn’t been able to focus on the lesson. Angelica’s admission to you that Jefferson had actually not shown up to class had you distracted. Why would he do that? He never missed classes. You walked out of class, said a quick goodbye to Angelica, and slowly walked down the halls. As you ate dinner the argument replayed in your mind over and over. The only thing thinking about it accomplished was to make you even more confused about the whole situation.

“A walk is what I need,” you say to yourself. You pull on your jacket and step into the cool evening air and begin to wander with your thoughts.

Thomas Jefferson walked up to the entrance of the library and checked his watch. 7:10pm. He pushed the door open and walked through the shelves of books heading toward the back. As he got around the last shelf he saw Lafayette seated at the table reading a book.

“I didn’t expect you to be here yet.”

Lafayette snapped his book shut and tucked it in his messanger bag. He looked up as Thomas sat down across from him. “Class ended earlier than I expected mon ami. You said you had something important to talk to me about?”

“I trust that you have heard what happened between (Y/N) and I this afternoon…” Thomas trailed off, slowly making eye contact with Lafayette.

“Oui. Alexander wrote me an essay about it.”

Thomas grimaced, “I figured as much.”

Lafayette didn’t look amused as he raised his eyebrow at Thomas, “Care to explain what happened?”

“I don’t know what happened! I was arguing with Hamilton and all of a sudden there she was. She jumped right into the fray and I was so wrapped up in the argument I never thought that she would be fluent in French. It’s idiotic looking back to think that since she is your friend and Hamilton is fluent. It came out of my mouth so fast and I figured it would rile him up… I never thought she would understand me!” Thomas looked exasperated.

“Have you, how you say, considered apologizing?”

Thomas looked at Lafayette with his mouth slightly agape. “I told her she should wrap her mouth around my dick! Something tells me a simple I’m sorry isn’t exactly going to cover it. Even if I tried to apologize she would never believe me. What am I going to do?” He dropped his head into his hands. “You know how I feel about her! She just told me off without a single ounce of hesitation and it only makes her more attractive…”

“Maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation if you stopped always trying to belittle Alex. You know (Y/N) will jump to his defense. Perhaps back off a little,” Lafayette suggested.

“You know as well as I do that Hamilton starts just as many arguments with me as I do with him. I’m not going to sit by and not defend myself!”

“Mon ami, you could try to control the way you respond to Alex. If you refuse to stop bickering with him, there is another way to fix this…”

“And what pray tell is that?” Thomas seemed curious.

“You could let (Y/N) in a little bit. She thinks you are nothing but a pompous asshole, you could try to show her different. This armor of arrogance and indifference is doing you no favors Thomas. You claim you care about her but how is she supposed to see that, if you do not let her in.”

Thomas seemed lost in thought and Lafayette hoped he was seriously considering what he had suggested. As Thomas was muttering to himself about options Lafayette’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw an unread message from (Y/N).

(Y/N): 7:40pm -Hey Laf. Are you busy? Can I meet up with you and talk?-

Lafayette sucked in a breath and sat his phone on the table. You wanted to meet and talk too? Should he tell you to meet him here? It was the usual spot that he would meet you when you needed to talk. Another message.

(Y/N) 7:43pm -If you are busy it’s okay. I’m just not in a good place emotionally right now, I can call Angelica and vent if you can’t meet up.-

Lafayette: 7:43pm - Non mon ami. I can meet up. I’m in the library, our usual spot.-

(Y/N) 7:44pm - Sounds good. I will start heading that way. I’ll be there shortly.-

Lafayette looked up from his phone and saw Jefferson with his head bowed and his fingers tangled with his curls. “Je suis désolé. I didn’t catch what you said Thomas.”

“I said there is no way I can do that! I can’t just let her in! How do you expect me to do that? I can’t give Hamilton a single bit of ammunition to have against me. There has to be another way, she wouldn’t let me get close enough to let her see anything and I’m not willing to take that risk,” Thomas declared.

You pushed the doors of the library open and made your way to your usual table. You had assumed the walk would help you calm down, instead it just made you more angry and confused. Laf was a voice of reason and you could talk to him about anything that bothered you. At this point you had lost count of how many times you had met him at the table in the back of the library to vent about anything you possibly needed. You looked up and stopped dead in your tracks. There was Lafayette at the table just like he promised, but across from him was the one person you did not want to see. Jefferson. You seethed at the sight of him sitting there. Lafayette was looking increasingly irritated until he snapped at Jefferson. You weren’t close enough to hear their hushed conversation and didn’t want to take the risk of being spotted yet. Judging by Jefferson’s hasty retreat from the conversation you could only assume Lafayette had put him in his place for how he had treated you.

Lafayette let out an angry sigh. He had tried to help Thomas but he had reached the end of his rope. His eyes steeled and he glared across the table with crossed arms.

“C'est votre propre faute que vous êtes dans cette situation. Si vous n'écoutez pas la raison, décrivez vous-même!” Lafayette hissed, reverting to his native tongue showed his anger. ( It’s your own fault that you are in this situation. If you won’t listen to reason, figure it out on your own.)

Thomas was taken aback. He rubbed his temples as he stared at the Frenchman. He stood quickly and gathered his jacket.

“Je ne peux pas m'en occuper maintenant. Ça me donne de mal á la tête. On se voit plus tard Lafayette,” was all Thomas uttered before turning and heading toward the door. ( I can’t deal with this right now. It’s giving me a headache. See you later Lafayette. )

“Imbécile,” Lafayette said under his breath.

Jefferson had barely gotten out of sight when he heard her voice. He immediately stopped and peered around the bookcase. He saw you stroll up to the table with a scowl on your face. He held a bit of hope that he may be able to smooth things over until he heard you greet Lafayette.

“What did that asshole want Laf? What did you just say to him?”

“I only told him what he needed to hear.”

Jefferson backed away from his hiding spot and turned on his heels and quickly made his way to the door. As he pushed the door open he whispered, “ Maybe Lafayette is right…”

You aggressively pull out a chair and throw your bag on the floor as you sat down. You looked at Lafayette. After your long walk overthinking the “situation” as you had decided to call it, it threw you off even more to see Jefferson.

“I just can’t believe him Laf! I mean I know you’ve heard everything already because of Alex, but I’m just so irritated. He was the last person I wanted to see right now!” you vent while gesturing in the direction he had left. “You should’ve seen it Laf! He was so smug, but then he looked so ashamed! It’s infuriating! Can you believe that for a second I considered that he was actually sorry for his comment to me?! I want to punch him in that pretty face.”

“It’s possible that he is,” Lafayette reasoned. (Y/N) looked scandalized at the idea.

“Oh come on, you can’t honestly believe that! That arrogant piece of shit has never been sorry for anything in his entire life. To him the whole world should bow at his feet, he can do no wrong,” you claim rolling your eyes.

“That’s not entirely true (Y/N). He really isn’t that bad, but you will never see any of that unless you let go of your hate and actually look.”

“Seriously Laf, that is ridiculous. If he had any redeeming qualities I would have noticed. I know you got to know him while he spent the summer in France, but that doesn’t obligate you to defend his character,” you say with a smirk.

Lafayette ran his hands down his face and swore in French under his breath. “It’s not that I feel obligated (Y/N), it’s the truth. He really has a lot more to him then the person he lets you see.”

You scoff, “So you would have me believe he is secretly a good person under that mask of superiority? Yeah okay,” you laugh, earning a judgemental look from Laf, “Well it’s getting late and I have a test tomorrow. I’ll see you later Laf.”

As you walk away you hear Lafayette groan that causes you to look over your shoulder. He was redoing his bun and looked exhausted. When he got the elastic in place he shook his head in disappointment.

“Ils sont tous deux si obstinés qu'ils ne verront jamais qu'ils sont vraiment pareils,” Lafayette said. ( They are so stubborn that they will never see how alike they really are. )

You feel anger raise again at his comment. You turn quickly and rush to the door. Lafayette didn’t know what he was talking about.

“We are nothing alike.”

#jefferson x reader #thomas jefferson #alexander hamilton #hamilton #fan fiction #college au #college au hamilton #tjeff x reader #a.ham #hercules mulligan #john laurens #lafayette #angelica schuyler

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mollymauk-teafleak · 7 years

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On taking relationship advice from kindergarteners

I wrote a little thing for @oversaturated-ocean and our Alex/Eliza teacher AU! It follows on from their amazing fic, Staples and involves over enthusiastic kindergarten teacher Mr Hamilton attempting to start a relationship with the very kind and very pretty Nurse Schuyler. Which is a little tricky given that the last time they interacted, he fainted...

Most adults who met Alexander Hamilton, who knew him from his college days or bumped into him at the bar or at various rallies and marches and demonstrations would describe him as volatile. Argumentative. Hot tempered. And they wouldn’t exactly be wrong. Alex lent himself that brand from a single glance, with his wiry frame and his dark, dramatic eyes and mouth that was usually twisted in a frown and always ready to espouse opinions. Every inch of him, every brief conversation (as few people got away from Alex without hearing his sharp, animated voice) left most adults commenting that he was an angry man. A loud, brash and forceful kind of man who wasn’t particularly good at or bothered by getting people to like him.

These adults would probably laugh aloud if they were then told what Alex actually did for a living.

The embittered, impulsive liberal scholar was how most people knew him. Unless of course they were one of the five year olds he taught kindergarten to at King’s Elementary.

Those little kids all knew Mr Hamilton to be one of the sweetest and kindest and funniest teachers there ever was. The guy who taught them geography by proudly sporting an old explorer’s hat he’d bought from a thrift store and took them on a grand Jules Verneian tour of the world and math with such patience and attention that no kid felt left behind or confused. The guy who always made time for a story at the end of the day, telling them with huge theatrical gestures and a whole cast of different funny voices, pacing around the room until every little set of eyes was on him. The guy who never, ever raised his voice when he was angry, he’d always sit and explain and listen and talk until following his word just made logical sense. The guy who accepted every flower and bottle cap and feather he was brought after playtime with a huge smile and a hug of thanks. Who tried to implement a Gold Star chart, with tiny stickers awarded to each child for good behaviour, but his definition of ‘good behaviour’ extended so wide that within a week there was no more room for any stars by anyone’s name. The whole thing was full up. So, he’d let the children go home on Friday afternoon with the gold stars decorating their cheeks instead, alongside huge smiles. To the kids, Mr Hamilton was the teacher who peppered his lessons with a little Spanish, who gave them all personalised nicknames, who let them sit on his knee and dry their eyes on his sleeve when a scraped knee or a too hard piece of homework or something at home made them cry. He would never press for details, not until the kid had them freely to give, the hugs and the tissues and the cheer up high fives always came first.

With his funny ties with cartoon characters and brightly coloured hair ties in his pony tail, his bright grin and his bouncy attitude, to his class Mr Hamilton was a hero.

It had taken Alex a whole evening to decorate his classroom for Valentine’s Day; even after pulling a begrudging Peggy away from the secretary desk to help, it had taken hours until there were enough red streamers and craft paper hearts and pipe cleaner roses for Alex to be satisfied. The looks on the kids’ faces in the morning had been well worth the many paper cuts on his fingers and having to yet again explain to Principle Washington, yes this is vital for the children’s learning, no I won’t go overboard again like last year, yes, I’ll restock the stationary cupboard with glue.

Of course, Alex still taught them their usual lessons in the morning, helping them learn how to tell a triangle from a square and how to count to ten without using fingers and how to get a capital S the right way around. But he did do the whole thing with flashing love heart deelyboppers waggling away on top of his head, so he reckoned he was still on theme. But after lunch, the formalities were out of the way and the kids could really get into the spirit of things with making their own Valentine’s day cards. Of course, Alex made sure to explain that their cards could be for anybody, that there were lots and lots of different kinds of love for different kinds of people and they could celebrate any kind they wanted today.

Now usually during craft time, Alex would be weaving his way through the tables, picking his way around the mounds of glitter and growing swamps of paste and so many scraps of brightly coloured paper it looked like someone had fired off a confetti cannon. He’d be full of smiles and appreciation, oohing and ahhing and every little creation he was proudly shown, not minding in the slightest when he ended up with red finger paint prints on his shirt.

But today, he stayed at his desk, with his own little stack of card and pot of glitter and coloured pencils, frowning and concentrating so hard his tongue was poking out of the side of his mouth. Which of course caught his students’ attention immediately; when did their teacher ever sit still willingly?

“Mr Hamilton? Mr Hamilton?” one of the bolder girls called out, waving a pudgy little arm in the air.

Alex’s eyes flickered upwards briefly, “Need some help, Ruthie?”

“No, sir,” the little girl’s braids bounced as she shook her head, “Whatcha doing? You making a card too?”

Her question came with a dozen different interested little murmurs from the rest of the kids.

Alex actually blushed a little, another very unusual thing for him, “I, ah…I might be, sweetie.”

“Who’s it for?” little Julio asked, adding brightly, “Mine is for my dog!”

Alex gave him a crooked smile, though his blush got deeper, “That’s great buddy, I’m sure he’ll love it. Um…mine isn’t really for anyone, not in particular. I just thought I’d, ah, give it a go?”

Now, the children were young but not so young they couldn’t spot an obvious lie like that.

“Do you have a girlfriend, sir?” Ruthie pressed.

None of the children missed how their favourite teacher jumped a little at that question and was suddenly fidgeting, “No! No, I don’t! I…I don’t.”

“Do you have a boyfriend then?” little Yolanda asked, pushing her glasses back up her nose like she had to do about a thousand times a day.

“No, mija, I don’t have one of those either,” Alex answered a little more easily this time, very pleased they’d listened to him when he’d explained that their cards could be for boys or girls.

“Then why you making a card?” Ruthie still demanded, “If it’s not for anyone?”

Alex had to marvel at their tenacity but he was eager to steer the conversation somewhere else, “I’m not sure I really am making a card, apparently, arts and crafts isn’t my thing…”

He showed the students the evidence, a pretty pathetic looking piece of pink card with a wonky heart drawn on the front. Sure enough, he got a lot of little wrinkled noses in response and disapproving shakes of the head. Sometimes Alex found it hard to appreciate the honestly of small children.

“Sir, that’s not very good!” Julio told him plainly, “Don’t give that to anyone.”

“Well, I’m trying…and it isn’t for anyone, I told you!” Alex defended himself with a small smile, “I’m just not super creative like you guys are…”

“Oh, we’ll help you then!” Yolanda offered, her smile shy and sweet.

“Yes!” Ruthie jumped up onto the chair eagerly, no matter how many times Mr Hamilton begged her to be careful, “We’ll help you, sir!”

Twenty other little excited voices rose in a clamour until Alex was chuckling, holding up his hands in defeat and coming to join them at the craft table, pulling up a chair that was so small his knees almost came up to his ears when he sat on it.

“Alright, alright, I’ll let the experts show me how it’s done,” he smiled.

The bell eventually rang for the end of the day, surprising them all. They’d all been having so much fun, they’d barely noticed the clock hands going by. There hadn’t been too many incidents, save half a tube of red glitter ending up in David’s lap, Jasmine insisting on sticking googly eyes on her own eyelids much to the amusement of everyone and a hair-raising moment when Mr Hamilton accidentally drank a mouthful of the water they’d been washing the brushes in rather than his coffee. But a card had been successfully made, the kind of very loud, very glitter covered, very…unusual Valentine’s day card that twenty kindergarteners and their teacher would put together. It could probably hang in the MoMA, Alex thought mildly, without raising too many eyebrows. The crudely drawn crayon dinosaurs could represent capitalism, the many googly eyes could mean government censorship…

Alex just hoped it would do the trick.

“Okay guys, that’s home time! Off you go…” he jumped up at the bell, steering all his little students towards the coat room, getting them as cleaned up as humanly possible, making sure nothing got left behind (he’d once had to drive to Yolanda’s house to return a much-treasured stuffed rabbit she’d left at school, knowing fine well she’d never be able to sleep without it). He did his usual thing of standing by the door and high fiving each one of them as they filed out and wishing them goodnight before the classroom door swung shut. There was always that one moment at the end of every day, where Alex would lean against the door and sigh tiredly but happily, knowing he’d successfully completed another day and relieved to have silence back in his life. Only for a moment though. Then he’d miss the kids.

He pulled the classroom together as best he could but it was inevitably going to be another day when the janitor was going to greet him with an exasperated look. No matter, he’d apologise profusely but for now, Alex had a job to do before he lost his nerve.

“No harm in trying,” he told himself firmly, looking at the pretty garish card in his hand before sighing and starting to stride down the hall.

Alex probably made more visits to the nurse’s office than any other teacher, for several reasons. One being that his students were the youngest so inevitably ate more unusual objects without thinking, walked into more doors than others, tripped over tables more. Another was that Alex could maybe, possibly, potentially admit he was a bit overprotective when it came to his class, bundling them in his arms and taking them down to be seen to when maybe the need actually wasn’t too great?

But recently there had been another reason why Mr Hamilton seemed to be haunting the school’s little sick room, why he seemed to be making excuses to hang around there and knock on the door, why his playtime duty always seemed to take him down that particular corridor. A reason he hadn’t been able to admit to himself at first, only after his friends in the staff room had told him quite plainly that he needed to grow some balls, it could be seen from space, for God’s sake!

It was the same reason he was shaking with nerves as he pushed back the door, decorated with the little plate that read ‘Nurse E. Schuyler’ and flowers that she’d painted herself.

“Uh, Eliza?” he called out, hoping his voice didn’t shake, “Its me.”

Eliza swivelled round in her chair, her heart shaped face lighting up, “Alex! Hey!”

God, that smile could knock the breath out of him, Alex thought as he grinned and came in, leaning against the examination table with the card hidden behind his back, where it might stay depending on how his nerves held up.

He was a little gratified to see that Eliza had decorated for the holiday too, with strings of heart shaped bunting around her office and she was wearing a smaller string of them around her neck, even though they clashed with her pale blue flowery scrubs. Take that Mr Jefferson, it wasn’t just him being ‘a childish idiot’…

“So how was your day?” he asked, attempting a casual air, like he’d just dropped by for his usual chat. Like there was no potential awkwardness between them at all. Like last time they’d talked he absolutely, definitely hadn’t accidentally let slip about his huge crush on her while under the influence of pain meds she’d given him, after he’d accidentally stapled his hand…like he hadn’t passed out immediately after so he hadn’t been able to gauge her reaction…like he hadn’t also thrown up in front of her a bunch…

“Not too bad,” Eliza allowed, getting up and automatically going for two mugs to start making coffee, apparently on board with the ‘pretending that everything is all fine’ plan, “Poor Elliot had another asthma attack but he’s okay…Mr Madison got another nosebleed, scared the living daylights out of his fourth graders, he is okay, no matter what you hear from him…had lunch with Angelica and Peggy…so yeah, pretty good! One sugar or- wait,” her hand froze on the tin of coffee beans, she turned and eyed him suspiciously, “How many have you had today? Be honest?”

Alex grinned sheepishly and shrugged, “You got me. Sixteen.”

Eliza shook her head in mock despair, “Apple juice it is then…”

As mildly annoying as Eliza’s new ‘Mr Hamilton can only have fifteen coffees per day’ rule was, Alex would gladly have drunk anything if it meant he got to sit with her. And surely it showed she cared about him? That was a good sign, right?

“So how about you?” Eliza asked, eventually handing him a juice box. Her eyes travelled upwards to the little love hearts still merrily bouncing around on the springs on his headband, her grin getting brighter as she reached up and tweaked one, “You got into the spirit of things, I’m guessing?”

Alex went red, covering it up by taking a long pull on the straw, he’d forgotten he was wearing the damn thing still…

“Good!” he nodded, “Really good, the guys loved it…um…actually…while we’re on the subject, I have something for you?”

Now or never. Do or die.

Eliza blinked, tilting her head a little, “Oh?”

Alex bit his lip and nervously produced the card from behind his back, offering it out to her, “Happy Valentine’s day?”

Eliza’s jaw dropped a little at the sight of the card, still dripping glue and shedding craft feathers, but she had the grace to get over it quickly, showing nothing but delight, “Oh, Alex!”

“The, ah, the students helped me,” he confessed, her positive reaction encouraging him, “But I…I wrote the inside myself…”

He let her take it, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her open it and read his careful handwriting.

Second date, you and me? Friday night, coffee after work? From, Alex

Eliza read the words a few times just to make sure that it said what she thought it said, her smile growing wider, willing herself not to giggle like a complete love struck idiot.

“Second?”

“Well,” Alex rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Seeing as the first was technically you driving me to the hospital to get a staple pulled out of my hand and to check I hadn’t given myself a concussion by passing out. Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s no trouble,” Eliza laughed, her eyes bright and wide as they met his, “Second it is. I’d love to, Alex.”

The urge to whoop and punch the air was strong but Alex managed to resist. Just about.

“Great!” he jumped up, suddenly animated, like her yes had flooded him with energy, “We’ll go to that stand by the gates at central park, the one that you said does the right amount of cinnamon and then we can walk or we can sit or whatever, anything, whatever you want!”

Eliza watched him, grinning, “Sounds utterly perfect.”

On a complete impulse, seizing a whim, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, brief but so sweet and so gentle, it froze him in place. She had to laugh a little at his expression when she pulled away, he looked like he’d been shell shocked.

“Don’t faint again,” Eliza implored, springing his deelyboppers again.

Alex managed not to, he even managed to keep his feet for another kiss before they parted. He manged not too as he strode back to his classroom, feeling so light on his feet he wasn’t completely convinced he wasn’t floating.

He wasn’t sure if he should tell his students. He wanted to thank them for their help, after all, but if they knew that Mr Hamilton did in fact have a girlfriend and it was their beloved school nurse, Ms Schuyler, well, they’d have the wedding planned before playtime.

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Summary: AU- Fate must hate her or her so-called good luck had run out. What other explanation was there to the course of events that would collide with her life that would bring her to Adrien Agreste’s Wedding? Inspired by Satisfied from Hamilton.

Chapter 2: This is Not a Game

1 Year and one month prior

Marinette tapped her pencil rapidly against her chin, trying to conjure up a solution. There was something off about the sketch in front of her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. If it were for a smaller project, maybe she wouldn't worry as much, but this was considered her mid-term that was due next week. She was trying not to let the issue get under her skin, after all, she had time. The longer she stared at her sketch, the more the lines started to blur.

The notebook slammed shut as she let her face fall into her hands. She hated the feeling of being so close to finishing and not being able to. What she needed was to step back and revisit it when she was less frustrated, not that she was willing to admit that.

"Marinette!" The sound of her roommate's voice caused her to swivel in her chair towards the front door.

Marinette had to curb her jealousy as her roommate walked into their apartment, coffee in hand. She had finished her project the other day, granting her the luxury of free time, but all the negative emotions faded instantly at the sight of the second cup. Her roommate thought of everything.

"I had a hunch that you might need a boost; still grinding it out?" She asked. The coffee tantalizingly swept over Marinette’s taste buds; she didn't know how anyone was able to survive university without it.

"I'm almost finished," Marinette answered, -glancing at the notebook. "Thank you for the coffee; you're the best." It was hard to believe that they had known each other for three years. They met during the first week of school and quickly became friends. During the summer, they decided to move in together. They had their rough patches, like any roommates, but it was nice to have a friend, considering she hadn't spoken to Nino or Adrien in who knows how long and her friendship with Alya was strained due to the distance between their Universities. She came to visit when she could, but it wasn't enough.

"I know the perfect thing to distract you." When her roommate's eyes started to sparkle, it was always an indication of an idea, but in this case, she feared what she had in mind. She didn't even have a chance to protest. "We should go out. There's that new club that just opened up,"

Nothing could smother the excitement bouncing around in the redhead's body. The second Marinette opened her mouth to respond, Amelie stopped her. "And before you say no, I'm going to use this as my birthday wish."

It was a silly tradition that they started when they first moved in, during their birthday week they got one wish that as long as it was in their power, they would grant it. Why Amelie would use the wish on something like this was beyond Marinette. Usually what happened was she would meet a boy and ditch her, but there was no excuse short of dying that could get her out of tonight. Amelie let out a squeal at Marinette's sigh of defeat and wrapped her arms around her.

"What are you wearing?" Amelie's voice brought her out of the book that had captured her attention. Her eyes glanced down at her outfit; there was nothing wrong with what she was wearing, she wore it the last time that they went out a couple of months ago.

"I thought you liked this outfit." Marinette loved her roommate, but sometimes she was the kind of person that if everything wasn't exactly how she imagined it the whole world was ending.

"I have the perfect dress for you to wear!" She rushed off to her room only to return moments later with an ice blue fabric draped in her arms. The dress was beautiful, there were no arguments there, but it wasn't something Marinette would typically wear.

"I couldn’t-" She didn't want even to begin to imagine what something like that would cost if she were to destroy it by being a klutz. She might never forgive herself for it.

"I insist." Amelie held it towards her, silently urging her once more. It was a personal victory when Marinette accepted the dress retreated to her room.

"Well?" The red-head rested her hand on her hip of the red dress, waiting impatiently for the result.

"I'm not sure if it looks okay." The door swung open, and Amelie's jaw dropped

"Are you kidding me, you're a knock-out." Marinette felt the heat spread over every inch of her face at the compliment, not knowing how to respond. "I bet," Amelie’s grin spread wider, "that you'll get more drinks bought for you tonight than I will." It was a thought that Marinette wouldn't even consider, just because she looked different didn't mean it would change her personality in any way, but it was the honesty of her opinion that meant a lot.

Marinette never really craved the spotlight, she had enough attention on her when she was saving the town as Ladybug to last for both her egos. But when Amelie went out for that evening, she insisted that they both wore dresses that were bound to draw the eye. Marinette objected at first, but what she learned quickly is arguing with Amelie was exhausting and pointless, so she caved.

The flirtation in the air when the two walked by a group of men was hard to miss, but Marinette did her best to ignore it; she wasn't interested in any males at the moment, they just proved to be a distraction. If she didn't know any better, she would have called this a crazy scheme to go out with a guy that her roommate had been begging her to give a shot for months now. Amelie wasn't subtle in any aspect of her life. Each time she had politely turned her down and promptly continued her work, hoping that she would drop the subject, but the girl had persistence of an Olympic hopeful.

"We're going to have so much fun." Her roommate exclaimed, and Marinette forced herself to smile. It wasn't her first thought associated with the word, but she was doing this for her friend's birthday, so she kept it to herself. She could hopefully use the atmosphere to shake loose whatever was blocking her creativity on her project. Maybe Amelie was right she was too uptight lately to let her ideas flow properly, and if she had to dance to loud music and enjoy one to two drinks to do so, then she welcomed the night.

To her surprise, the night had flown by; she contributed to the music pulsing through her veins. Was this why Amelie went out so often, just the adrenaline coursing through her veins gave her a high. Her roommate had kept her promise and hadn't left her side once that night even though she had more than one opportunity. She simply shooed them off and continued to dance with Marinette, and, if she was honest, she missed this. It had been at least a week since they hung out due to school.

She spun around and felt Amelie's hands guide her waist. "Thanks for coming out with me tonight." She said. Just the words caused her to smile.

"I'm having fun." Marinette never thought those words would leave her lips, but it was a pleasant surprise.

"And what would you two lovely ladies be doing in a place like this?" Their interaction was interrupted by a voice she could best describe as slimy. There had been at the club for at least two hours; they knew they would eventually get hit on by an unwanted presence.

"And what if our boyfriends are just going and buying us drinks?" Amelie replied, taking the lead linking her arms through her roommates.

"Then they should know better than to leave their beautiful ladies alone so long."

"Does that work on many women that you meet?" She fired back; the redhead was going to make him work for it, although Marinette doubted his chances currently. She shushed him with a finger before he could respond. "Let me just stop you there, we both are clearly out of your league, so might I suggest you pick up what's left of your dignity and head back to any friends that you may have come here with." The guy muttered something under his breath and pushed past them roughly into the crowd, probably looking for someone else to hit on.

The girls released a series of giggles; maybe if the guy were genuine and not just playing a game, they would have taken it easy on him.

"I'm going to go get us something to drink." She let go and started to weave her way towards the bar.

Marinette wanted to call after her and beg her not to, but any words would get lost in the crowd, so she let her go. She took a deep breath and started moving her body once more to the beat of the music. If she distracted herself with dancing, it would make the time quicken until Amelie returned.

She must have gotten too into the music because the next thing she knew she had tripped over her own two feet sending her flying into a guy who was walking to the bar. Heat rose to all corners of her facial features, as his hands went out to steady her. Now she would have to apologize and explain what a klutz she was, which was embarrassing in itself.

"I am so sorry, it's all my fault, I'm such a-” Marinette stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes wandered up to the man that she had collided with till they met a pair of green eyes. She wished she could pinch herself, after all, he had been the subject of many dreams.

"Marinette?" She took note of his voice and committed it to memory. The three years had blessed the model even more than she could imagine. He should fire his photographer because his pictures in magazines did not do him justice. She didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse, but she hadn't seen him for two and a half years. His eyes pierced hers, only to slip into her soul. She found herself trying to force out anything, something, so she didn't just stand there.

"Hi, Adrien."

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