#[i told her my name was abby and she said “oooooh”]

[hucklewrites]

It's time to eat turkey in America and I'm thankful to have done this insane thing this year.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

What’s Your Preference?

George Weasley x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: While a little tipsy, you and your friends discuss your teeny crush on one of the twins…

Note: Fuck J.K. Rowling. Trans rights are human rights. Also, I made up a bunch of Hogwarts students so I didn’t have to characterize people (or risk making someone ooc for a fic lmao)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, veritaserum

Word Count: 0.7k

Of the five Gryffindor girls drinking in the common room, you were positive you were the most sober. That said, you were still a little tipsy, a little giggly, and you were sure that the alcohol had something to do with the conversation unfolding around you.

“I feel so bad, but I can’t tell them apart.” One of your friends, Sadie, confessed. “Like I’ve known them since first year and I still call them the wrong names all the time.”

“Who, the twins?” You asked, suddenly sobering up.

“Oooooh~ What’s that reaction for, (L/N)?” Isabelle nudged your leg with her foot, a smirk on her face.

“Got a crush?” Lillian added.

Your cheeks burned and you shook your head. “Pfft, no. That’s silly.”

“Can you tell them apart?” Abbie challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“I can, for your information.” You crossed your arms.

“Well, what’s the difference?” Sadie asked. “I think that would be helpful.”

“It’s actually pretty easy.” You took a moment to articulate. “Their noses are a huge tell. George’s has more of a bump and the end of it is downturned. Fred’s is straighter. If they’re both looking at you straight on, you can look at their eyes to tell; George’s are a little downturned on the ends and Fred’s are straight across. Also, George’s face is taller and slimmer and Fred’s is shorter and wider.”

“Woah.” Abbie said, nodding. “Good to know.”

“Also, Fred has a scar over his eyebrow and George has a few moles on his neck.”

“Hmm.” Isabelle hummed, impressed. She laughed and then asked, “What’s your preference?”

“What?”

“Oh come on, you know all of that and you don’t have a favorite?”

“I mean…” You brought your cup to your lips and took a sip. Immediately, the word fell out of your mouth. “George.” Your eyes widened and you slapped your hands over your mouth. “What the fuck.”

You heard a quiet, “Yes!” from up the stairs.

“Did they put you up to this? What the hell?”

“Why do you like George?” Lillian pressed.

You tried to hold it in, but you couldn’t stop the words from flowing. “He’s so sweet and kind and funny and he gives the best hugs. He always makes me feel better when I’m sad. One time when I was cold, he let me borrow his sweater and I kept imagining we were dating.” You stopped. “Oh my God, did you fucking veritaserum me?”

“It’s for your own good.” Isabelle laughed. “You were never gonna confess on your own, and they didn’t want to do what one of them is about to without knowing for sure which one you fancied.”

“What do you mean?”

George walked down the stairs, a sheepish look on his face. “To be fair, it was Freddie’s idea. Not mine. But…” He sat down on the floor in front of you.

You couldn’t even bear to look at him, tears welling in your eyes. You’d just spilled all of your feelings beyond your control without even knowing if he felt the same. You’d been friends with him for so long, and now it could all be ruined. A tear slipped down your cheek.

“Hey, now, no need for tears, love.” He spoke softly, one of his large hands tilting your chin up so you were looking at him again. He held up your cup and took a long sip of the tainted drink. Once it settled in his system, he blurted, “I love you.” His eyes widened and he laughed. “Well, that wasn’t quite how I wanted to say it, but it’s the truth. I love you, (Y/N). I’ve loved you for so long, and all this time I thought you fancied Fred…”

You stared at him for a long time, quiet.

He continued, “When I loaned you my jumper, I was pretending you were mine, too…” He whispered. “So badly I want you to be mine.”

“George…” You crawled into his lap and wrapped your arms around him, letting him hold you tight in one of the famous hugs that never failed to make you feel safe and warm. And loved. “I am yours. I have been for so much longer than you know.”

“When this wears off, I’m going to ask you to be my girlfriend.” He told you, holding you tight and rocking you a little bit in his arms.

You kissed his cheek, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “And when this wears off, I’m going to say yes.”

[gayeddie-saved-me]

Hurricane-Burn of My Story

Here you go anon! Sorry if you hate it. Also, Tonya and Jamie are my versions of Thomas and James, they are lookalikes to Hannah and Keeley. They are sorta like oc’s I created cuz I don’t need have enemies? Some honorable mentions: @how-late-am-i (Conn as Eliza) @rainqueen (Abby as Aaron Burr) @sidewomanxix (her lookalike as Tonya) @icy-tiger (her lookalike as Jamie) @sarcasticmath (Nina as Angelica)

Hurricane: Aubrey sits at her desk. It’s late, she looks exhausted, torn, broken. She’s holding a quill. “In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.” She sings. “ For just a moment, a yellow sky.” She closes her eyes. A picture replaces her, a younger her, standing as the sky turns and twists. “When I was seventeen a hurricane destroyed my town.” She sings. The picture changes again. We see seventeen year old her, swimming, avoiding debris. We watch as she survives until the water drains and leaves only the remains of a town, and the remains of the citizens that lived there. “I didn’t drown.” Aubrey sings, and we see her in her office again. She opens her eyes, and we see a look. A desire for something we cannot describe. “I couldn’t seem to die.” She stands. “I wrote my way out. Wrote everything down far as I could see.” Young Aubrey is back, scribbling down something, crying. “I wrote my way out. I looked up and the town had its eyes on me.” Young Aubrey looks up as the rest of the people remaining stared at her. They pass the paper around, reading the writing. Then they nod at each other. The paper turns to a plate full of money. “They passed a plate around. Total strangers, moved to kindness by my story. Raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York bound…” Young Aubrey boards a ship, a determined look in her eyes, masking the brokenness. We see Aubrey in the office again. She’s pacing now. “I wrote my way out of hell. I wrote my way to revolution, I was louder than the crack in the bell. I wrote Conn love letters until they fell. I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well. And in the face of ignorance and resistance, I wrote financial systems into existence. And when my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance!” She pounds a hand on her chest. She pauses. “In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet. For just a moment, a yellow sky.” The picture changes again. Aubrey, much younger, in a woman’s arms, her skin sickly and pale. “I was twelve when my mother died. She was holding me. We were sick and she was holding me.” We can hear the tears in her voice. Younger Aubrey wakes up. She looks at the woman she is laying on, and touches her shoulder. No response. She shakes her mother’s body, begging her to wake up. She doesn’t. “I couldn’t seem to die.” Aubrey repeats, and we’re brought back to the present. “Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…” Abby’s voice sings, as Aubrey sits down at her desk. She picks up a quill. “I’ll write my way out…” “Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…” More voices join Abby’s as they sing. “Write everything down, far as I can see…” Aubrey continues. “Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait… History has its eyes on you…” “I’ll write my way out…Overwhelm them with honesty! This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only way I can protect my legacy…” Aubrey begins to write. “Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait…” They sing, getting louder, until finally, we see Aubrey and she holds a packet. “The Reynolds Pamphlet.” She says, dropping it onto her desk.

The Reynolds Pamphlet: “The Reynolds Pamphlet.” People on the streets sang, all holding a copy of the pamphlet. “Have you read this?” Abby, Jamie, and Tonya sit together, each holding a copy. They point to the papers and sing to the people behind them, “Aubrey Hamilton had a torrid affair, and she wrote it down right there!” “Highlights!” Jamie sings. Tonya reads the parts of the pamphlet aloud to the crowd. Aubrey’s voice reads with him. “‘The charge against me is a connection with one James Reynolds, for purposes of improper speculation.’” Abby joins in and together they read, “‘My real crime is an amorous connection with his wife for a considerable time with his knowing consent!’” “Damn!” The three say. They continue to read, Jamie and Tonya reading aloud along with Aubrey’s voice. “‘I had frequent meetings with her, most of them at my own house.’ “At her own house!” Abby cried, a hand slapping over her mouth. “At her own house!” Jamie echoed, her jaw dropping. “Damn!” Tonya continued to read aloud, “‘Mx. Hamilton with our children being absent on a visit to their father.’” “No…” Abby and Jamie said together. “Boooo!” The crowd around them said. “Have you read this?” Jamie and Abby ask some people, shoving a copy in anyone’s free hands. We focus in on the Hamilton house, where Aubrey is in her office, curled up in her chair. Around her, the ghosts of many people dance around her, throwing copies of the Reynolds pamphlet around her office. “Well, she’s never gon’ be President now.” Tonya’s ghost sings. “Never gon’ be President now…” Abby and Jamie’s ghosts echo. “Well, she’s never gon’ be President now…” “Never gon’ be President now…” Aubrey clamped her hands over her ears, sinking further in her chair. “She’s never gon’ be President now…” “Never gon’ be President now…” “That’s one less thing to worry about! That’s one less thing to worry about!” The office door opens, and Aubrey stands up. “I came as soon as I heard.” Nina sings, stepping into the office and closing the door. “What?!” The ghost of Tonya says. “Nina…” Aubrey whispers. The crowd in the streets says, “All the way from London?! Damn…” Aubrey steps towards her sister-in-law, a relieved look on her face. “Nina, thank God. Someone who understands what I’m struggling here to do-” She starts to rap, but is cut off. Nina’s look is icy, disgusted by the person in front of her. “I’m not here for you.” She says coldly, glaring at Aubrey. “Oooooh!” The crowd cries. “I know my sibling like I know my own mind.” Nina raps, practically snarling the words at Aubrey. Aubrey backs up, getting smaller and smaller. “You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. I love my sibling more than anything in this life, I will choose their happiness over mine every time!” She screams. “Put what we had aside, I’m standing at their side! You could never be satisfied! God, I hope you’re satisfied!” And then… Smack! Aubrey falls back, tears pouring from her eyes as Nina glares at her and then turns and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. A hand touches her burning cheek and she crawls into the corner of the room. The ghosts return, dancing around the room. “She’s never gon’ be President now!” “Never gon’ be President now..” “She’s never gon’ be President now!” “Never gon’ be President now…” “She’s never gon’ be President now!” “Never gon’ be President now..” “That’s one less thing to worry about, that’s one less thing to worry about!” “She’s never gon’ be President now, she’s never gon’ be President now!” “Hey! At least she was honest with our money!” Jamie, Tonya, and Abby’s ghost sing, half jokingly. A more confident, less broken version of Aubrey nods with them, standing tall. She is but simply a ghost in Aubrey’s head. Aubrey clamps her hands over her ears as they sing. “Hey! At least I was honest with our money!” “She’s never gon’ be President now, she’s never gon’ be President now…” “She’s never gon’ be President now, she’s never gon’ be President now…” “Hey! At least she was honest with our money! “Hey! At least I was honest with our money!” “That’s one less thing to worry about…” “That’s one less thing to worry about!” “The Reynolds Pamphlet…” They all stop, holding the papers up. “Have you read this?” They ask. “You ever see somebody ruin their own life?” As they sing, we see Aubrey, huddled in her corner, ears covered, eyes shut as she rocks back and forth. Then the scene switches, and we center on another part of the house. We see Conn, sitting on a balcony, a mess of papers in their hands. On the top, a copy of The Reynolds Pamphlet. “Her poor spouse…” The ghosts say.

Burn: Conn removes the pamphlet from the top, placing it beside them. They begin to sing as they pick up a part of the pile. “I saved every letter you wrote me.” They sing. “From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine. You said you were mine. I thought you were mine.” Tears slide down their cheeks. “Do you know what Nina said when we saw your first letter arrive? She said, ‘’Be careful with that one, love. She will do what it takes to survive.’” They set the pile of papers aside, standing up, walking to the railing of the balcony. “You and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenseless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals!” They sing, gripping the railing. They turn around and pick up the top part of the pile. They begin to scan the pages, switching between papers. “I’m re-reading the letters you wrote me. I’m searching and scanning for answers in every line for some kind of sign.” They throw the letters behind them angrily. They stare out at the horizon. “And when you were mine the world seemed to burn… Burn…” More tears form in their eyes, dripping down their cheeks and onto the balcony. They bend down and pick up the dreaded pamphlet. “You published the letters she wrote you. You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed. In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives!” They sing, tearing through the pages of the pamphlet. They stop for a second, picking up a new set of letter off the balcony. “Do you know what Nina said when she read what you’d done? She said, ‘You have married an Icarus. She has flown too close to the sun.’” They sing, quoting from the letter they read. They switch back to the Reynolds pamphlet. “You and your words, obsessed with your legacy… Your sentences border on senseless and you are paranoid in every paragraph how they perceive you…” They drop the papers, clutching their hands on their chest, as though they have been stabbed. “You, you, you…” They sing, anger, pain coursing through their words, their voice crackling. They open their eyes, grabbing the lantern that was sitting next to them. Calmly, they said, “I’m erasing myself from the narrative.” They picked up the letters, the pamphlet, and every paper. “Let future historians wonder how Connie reacted when you broke their heart. You have torn it all apart! I am watching it…” They sing, holding up a pile of papers to the flame of the lantern. It catches on fire. “Burn… Watching it burn…” They grab a bucket they had hidden behind them, placing the burning letters in and throwing more on top. We see journal pages as they crumble into ashes, we see letters from Nina, letters from others, letters to Aubrey that were never sent in Conn’s handwriting. Conn stands, ignoring the burning for a second. “The world has no right to my heart!” They sing loudly, waving their hands around. “The world has no place in our bed, they don’t get to know what I said! I’m burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you!” They practically scream. “You forfeit all rights to my heart! You forfeit the place in our bed! You’ll sleep in your office instead, with only the memories of when you were mine!” They fall to their knees, looking down as tears pour down their cheeks. Finally, they look up, looking off, their eyes full of rage. “I hope that you burn…” They sing in a low, angry voice. Then, they crumble, curling into a ball on the balcony, as the evidence of their love story burns in the bucket beside them.

Bonus, my version of Congratulations: We meet Nina and Aubrey, standing in Aubrey’s office. “Nina…” Aubrey sings, going in for the hug. “Aubrey…” Nina sings, starting to hug back, then shoving her off suddenly. “Congratulations.” She says drily. Then, she began to rap. “You have invented a new kind of stupid. A ‘damage you can never undo’ kind of stupid. An ‘open all the cages in the zoo’ kind of stupid. ‘Truly, you didn’t think this through?’ kind of stupid. Let’s review.” She held up a copy of “The Reynolds Pamphlet.” “You took a rumor a few maybe two people knew and refuted it by sharing an affair of which no one has accused you. I begged you to take a break, you refused to.” She began to circle Aubrey. “So scared of what your enemies will do to you. You’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose to. You know why Jefferson can do what she wants? She doesn’t dignify school-yard taunts with a response! So yeah, congratulations!” “Nina…” Aubrey sings, her eyes full of tears. “You’ve redefined your legacy. Congratulations!” “It was an act of political sacrifice!” Aubrey yells out suddenly. Tears fell from her eyes. “Sacrifice?” Nina stops, looking her in the eye. “I languished in a loveless marriage in London. I lived only to read your letters. I look at you and think,” she waves her hand at Aubrey. “'God, what have we done with our lives and what did it get us?’ That doesn’t wipe the tears or the years away. But I’m back in the city and I’m here to stay. And you know what I’m here to do?” She asked softly. Aubrey softens. “Nina…” She reaches for her hand. Nina backs up, holding her hands up. Nina glares at Aubrey. “I’m not here for you.” She sings darkly, beginning to circle her again. Aubrey stares, broken. “I know my sibling like I know my own mind! You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind!” She sings. She stops in front of Aubrey. “And a million years ago they said to me ‘this one’s mine.’ So I stood by. Do you know why?” Tears leak from Aubrey’s eyes, and part of Nina still has the urge to hug her, to comfort her. This urge only enrages her more. “I love my sibling more than anything in this life! I will choose their happiness over mine every time! Connie,” She holds the note, her voice full of heartbreak. “Is the best thing in our lives! So never lose sight of the fact that you have been blessed with the best spouse! Congratulations! For the rest of your life, every sacrifice you make is for my sibling, give them the best life! Congratulations!” She scream-sings. And finally, she slaps Aubrey. To her surprise, Aubrey does nothing in return. Not a word. So Nina walks out. Before she’s fully out the door, she thinks she hears a whisper. “I deserved worse than that.” She keeps walking.

Ps: if I ever cheat on Conn, I give Nina and anyone else I know full permission to come to my house and slap me.