#College AU Hercules Mulligan

[yomawari]

A dump of some warm-up sketches, all from the ambiguous college/grad!AU that's living in my head.

[lamslover]

Hamilton College AU Discord Server‼️

I'm looking for people to join in my server!!!

Every role is open except John Laurens! :33

You just need to be 13+ and less than 18!

(Unless you're comfortable roleplaying with other people and discord)

Please join in!!!

[andtheyreoffs]

i dont like how i drew herc . he would never wear a blue sweater what was i on while drawing this wtf

[ourtalechara]

So usually whenever I see Hamilton it triggers this deep existential fear in me that I'm not doing good enough (don't ask)(actually please do I need to vent about it). But this? I just straight up love this. The art style is great and so is the characters' style.

hamilton but college au :D

[schnitzelsemmerl]

OKAY OKAY OKAY PLEASE HEAR ME OUT: HAMILTON CHARACTERS AS RTC (but specifically the hamilsquad + burr)

Ocean: Burr

Noel: Lafayette

Mischa: Mulligan

Ricky: Laurens

Jane Doe: Hamilton

Constance: ?

now you might be like: cher thats out of character, fuck you, im banning you from posting. But PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

Burr is Ocean because - prodigy of Princeton college. He kinda prides himself on doing well academically if that makes sense. His life was perfectly fine before meeting...those idiots.

Lafayette is Noel because - first of all because France. Then bc his one line, like, "you are the worst, Burr", similar to the Ocean/Noel rivalry. Does that make sense??

Mulligan is Mischa because - they give off the same vibes; like- theyre the ones who bring the party. Also, they both rap. I'm a believer of mom-friend Mischa and also of dad-friend Hercules, it just fits? + all the Nischa in the musical, which would be Mullette here.

Laurens is Ricky because - this might be weird, but again, they give off the same vibes. Ricky seems like a really cool, supportive, chaotic friend, who would support you in everything you do. THAT'S VERY LAURENS. Also, Spacedolls/Lams!!

Lastly, Hamilton is Jane Doe - because just imagine. Imagine all the sad stuff that could be written w/ that AU. Also because of a post I once saw; The Ballad of Jane Doe just fits him; and just- yes. And all the other ships: like Perfectdolls would be Hamburr, et cetera

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

[byopmxnlvr]

Looking for Alexander Hamilton for my college AU rp server on discord

Only requirements are to be active, have some rp experience, and be 16+ (and be okay with rp-ing lams)

DM me

There's also other roles in the server open:

Hercules Mulligan

Samuel Seabury

Philip Hamilton

George Washington

And more.

[hamilfans-server]

Hey all! I’m Eve! I made this blog to reach out to fellow Hamilton fans, especially writers, in my search for more folks for a Hamilton RP server I run! It’s essentially a college AU with characters from Hamilton! We have many canons open, including:

Hercules Mulligan

Samuel Seabury

King George III

George Washington

Charles Lee

Maria Lewis

James Reynolds

Theodosia Provost

Original characters are also welcome!

Note: Our writers are above 18, so we don’t write with minors as a rule. Minors are free to follow, but please don’t join the discord server!

[ask-chubby-hamilton]

✨Wanna be apart of the roleplay? Now you can! It's a mix of both historical and modern/musical so you can literally be anyone!✨

Taken characters: Alexander 📒(Already here lol) Highschool ver (@ask-chubby-hamilton-hs-au)

Lafayette ⚔️ (@ouioui-lafayettes-askblog), Highschool ver (@highschool-lafayettes-askblog)

Thomas 🔉 (@ask-thomas-jefferson-1) , Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-thomas-jefferson)

James Madison🔇 (@ask-james-madison-stuff), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-james-madison)

Washington 🪖 (@ask-general-washington)

King George ||| 🇬🇧 ( @ask-the-better-george )

John 🪦 (@ask-john-laruens), Highschool ver (@ask-hs-john-laurens)

Hercules 💪( @askh3rculesmu11igan), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-h3rcul3s-mu11igan)

Aaron Burr 📚 (@ask-aaron-burr1)

Theodosia jr 🎀 (@ask-theodosia-blog)

Maria ❤️‍🔥 (@mreynolds-ask-blog), Highschool ver (@mreynolds-hs-ask-blog)

James R. 🖕 (@jreynolds-ask-blog-1), Highschool/ College ver (@jreynolds-college-ask-blog)

Susan Reynolds 🌼 (@ask-susan-reynolds)

Peggy 💛 ( @peggy-schuyler-2 / @peggy-schuylers-ask-blog ) there's two :3

Samuel 📜(@samuel-seaburys-askblog), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-samuel-seabury)

Phillip and Eacker💖 (@that-876girl474)

Martha Manning-Laurens 🌹(@martha-manning-laurens-ask-blog)

Deborah Sampson 🗡️ (@ask-deborah-sampson)

Open characters: literally everyone else that's not listed already

(also ocs are TOTALLY RECOMMENDED, i love seeing peoples ocs ☺️)

OCS: Caroline Jefferson 🌸, Arthur Hamilton 📕, Josephine Payne 💥, Celine Mulligan 🪡 (@umi-teardrop)

William Laurens ⭐ (@william-laurens),

Clementine Schuyler 🌻 (@ask-clementine-schuyler)

Epic the musical characters!? (I have to add this now, it's crazy 😭):

Odysseus ⚔️ ( @odysseusesdecliningmentalstate )

✨Rules✨

1. Don't be rude unless it's a part of the character

2. Please be friendly

3. Please turn on anonymous asks :3 (That's the point of an ask blog. To be asked stuff :])

4. Be respectful ( be respectful of race, gender etc.)

✨Thats all, but there will be more rules to come✨

✨Also, some characters have no lore/ Backstory, so if you want, you can make them a Backstory!✨

Byeeee❤️

[mistermulli]

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[inkwell1013]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thomas Jefferson/James Madison, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Alexander Hamilton & Thomas Jefferson Characters: Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens Additional Tags: Arguments, debate, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Thomas takes things a bit far, Daddy Issues, Polyamorous Alexander Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton's tragic backstory, One Shot, Not Jamilton, sorry Jamilton shippers, but they are friends, sort of (not really) Summary:

Contrary to popular belief, Thomas Jefferson doesn’t hate Alexander Hamilton. He just loves winding him up and making him mad. The weekly debate in his political science class always promises to be the highlight of his day because of this. But one day, he takes his teasing a little too far and has to deal with the consequences when it all blows up in his face.

Because Alex is a lit fuse from both ends and Thomas is a match. It was bound to happen.

[latehamiltontrash]

College Au

Burr: [ barges through the door ]

Burr: Why aren’t the dishes in alphabetical order?

Hamilton: What does that even mean!?

[thenonsenseuniverse]

Coffee Cups and Leather Jackets pt. 7

Hamilton Modern Au Hamilsquad x Reader Thomas Jefferson x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7

Summary: After finally getting away from ‘The King’, You decide that maybe it’s time you talk to Jefferson about his own interests in you. Meanwhile, the Hamilsquad decide to come up with a plan to get Y/N at The Blue Coats. Washington confronts them.

          You had been sitting through dinner with these three imbeciles for about an hour and a half, and you could feel your self-control slipping. Within that hour and a half, all Sam, Charles, and George had discussed a range of things from how the school should stop accepting lower classmen as they only tarnish its ivy league reputation, to insulting the Hamilsquad, to simply talking about their classes. Throughout these discussions, George’s hand seemed to be restless on your skin. It went from your shoulder, to hand, to your knee, before finally resting on your thigh. You didn’t like his touch, but you played along. 

“What I don’t understand is why, despite being the smartest and most powerful man in the school, we’re still not liked by the student body. Hamilton humiliated me in front of the entire student body when I was giving my proclamation on how the student body should be behaving and how we should be treated. He called me a dog!” Samuel whined putting his head on the table. 

You sighed, growing tired of being submissive, and turned to him. “Do yo-you ever think th-that m-m-maybe it’s for that very reason that pep-uh-people disrespect yo-you?” They all went quiet and looked at you. You shrunk back into George’s chest shyly. “I-I-I mean, p-people don’t like, um, like being t-to-told what t-t-to do. People like the H-Hamilsquad believe in f-freed-dom, and th-that people should be a-b-ble to be them s-s-selves n-no matter who th-they are or wh-where they come f-from. So of c-course it’s going t-t-to upset th-them if you outright oppose them. Inst-stead of working against their be-believes, you n-need to allow them t-to pr-prove themselves wrong. Th-then provide th-them the resources to see th-things yo-your way. “

Charles rose a suspicious eyebrow at you. “Are you saying that our King is wrong? He is never wr-”

“Oh do shut up, Charles.” George cut him off as he stared ahead thoughtfully. “ So you’re saying I should let them go, have their independence, and let them realize just how much they truly need me when their alone and complaining of their own?” You nodded, and he hummed in agreement as he smiled down at you. “I suppose that is what happened to you, isn’t it? I gave you a little more space than usual, and next thing I know, you’ve come to senses about those scum and now your here with me.”

Huh. You hadn’t thought about it that way. You, of course, knew that wasn’t the case, but simply nuzzled deeper against his chest. You could practically feel him grin as he began to run his fingers through your hair. 

“Y/N has a point, boys. This strategy would take much less time and energy and we wouldn’t have to use our sources through the school as much.” You slightly narrowed your eyebrows at this but said nothing. George brought his fingers under your chin and smiled at you. “I always knew you would be of great value to us, Y/N. You’ve only been part of the group for a day and already your slipping into your role by my side.”

A chill ran down your spine at his words. You didn’t like his tone or the way he was looking at you right now. You needed to end this. 

You smiled up at him. “Thank you, my King, it's good to know that at least someone appreciates me.” You then let out a subtle yawn and glanced down at your watch. “However, as wonderful as this day with you has been, I’m exhausted and-”

George sighed and chuckled. “Of course, I completely forgot. You have English with Mr. Green tomorrow at 8pm.” You felt your blood go cold slightly. He knew your schedule, apparently, he knew your history, and he no doubt had more knowledge on you as well. This means that this man knows more about you than anyone except your family. You didn’t like this. George seemed to pick up on your confused fear and ruffled your hair. “Don’t look like that, it wasn’t too hard to find out your schedule. Just a matter of pulling a few strings within the administration's office. Your information is safe with me.” He snapped his fingers and signaled for everyone to rise. “Come on, we’re taking Y/N back to their dorm. They have a midterm to study for.” The more he talked the less at ease you felt. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist as you were leaving. “You know, if you need help, Samuel is majoring in English. I mean, not that your grades are slacking, they’re stellar actually. But Samuel is our communications and English expert, I handle all the business and sciences and Charles...” He paused for a moment before sighing. “Well Charles is trying his best, but he’s loyal; I’ll give him that.”

After that, they did as promised. George got the driver to bring them to your dorm and kissed your hand before you left. “We’ll save you a seat at our table at lunch, Darling. Be sure to be there.” His words were final and left no room for you to say otherwise. He then flashed you a bright smile and waved as the car pulled away. 

The moment it was out of your sight you let out a huge breath as all tension left your body. “Well, that was fucked up.” You mumbled under your breath as you entered your dorm. 

As you entered the comfort of your bedroom, you reflected on the past week or so.

You finally confronted your shitty friends on their shitty behavior and dumped their asses

You met Jefferson and his friends on the same day. Which, to be honest, it was kind of creepy, but you were too sad and lonely to notice at the time.

And finally, you just went on the equivalent of a date with your long term stalker as per Jefferson’s request and am now scared to leave your dorm lest you be followed by his perverted ass. 

When had your life become so dramatic? When had you allowed it to become this? 

The image of a magenta leather jacket flashed in your mind.  Jefferson. Looking back on your first interaction with him, it all seemed staged. There were similarities between how he treated you at that moment and how George treated you when you pretended to be in that same situation. They both desired to manipulate your pain to get what they wanted. They both seemed to have extensive knowledge about you, George more so than Jefferson. 

Was it possible that Jefferson was hiding things from you? Aaron had briefly mentioned that he had been obsessed with you at some point. 

But why? What so interesting about quiet little Y/N? Why did both Jefferson and George, arguably two of the most powerful students on campus, deem you worthy of their attention?

Just thinking about all of it gave you a headache. You’d deal with it tomorrow, for now, you had to sleep. George was right about one thing, you had class in the morning and if you didn’t want to be a sleep-deprived zombie you had to go to bed now. 

You curled up under the covers and allowed sleep to overcome you.

***

At the same time, across town, the Hamilsquad was entering The Blue Coats.

They were exhausted. Ever since they had seen Jefferson and Y/N at the cafe a couple days ago, they had been working non-stop to come up with a plan to get them back. However, nothing seemed to be good enough. 

Laurens plopped himself onto the nearest bar stool and slumped his head against the counter. “What are we going to do?” He groaned.

Alex scoffed and joined him. “There’s not much we can do with Jefferson spewing non-sense in their ear.”

Herc shook his head as he took his seat. “No there’s got to be away. I mean she just met Jefferson. She’s known us for over a year and a half. Yeah, we fucked up, but the fact of the matter is that she knows us.” 

They all turned to Laf as he silently sat down staring intently at the counter. Alexander rose an eyebrow at his behavior when suddenly he was hit with an idea.

“What! Laf is friends with Jefferson. He can get inside information for us.” 

The Frenchman sighed and looked up. “I do know him, but we’re not quite friends. More like he did me a favor once and now I owe him once.” He narrowed his eyebrows as he turned to them. “What confuses me is Jefferson never does anything without a reason. Everything is planned out and done with precision. So what does he want from Y/N?”

As they asked themselves this question, Washington appeared from the back and seemed to relax at their present. “Ah, boys! I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

Hercules smiled at him. “G. Wash! What’s up? It has been a while since we’ve last been in.”

Washington batted off the welcome and looked at the with an air of authority and seriousness. “Can any of you contact Y/N? They were here earlier tonight with some...questionable company and didn’t seem entirely at ease. I want to make sure that they’re okay.”

The boys glanced at each other as Alex let out another groan of frustration. “I know! They’ve been hanging out with that no good Thomas Jefferson and-”

Washington frowned at his words. “They weren’t with Jefferson. Although that makes me worry even more. I trust that man about as far as I can throw. But no, they were here with that nasty little shit George and his posse. I offered them an angel shot, but they denied it. The whole thing just felt off.”

The entire Hamilsquad felt their blood run cold. Y/N hated George. He was a stalker, creepy, and possessive. He had been trying to get his grimy little hands on them since the moment he saw them. They had always been there to protect them though, always there to stop it. 

Why would they go out with George willingly? Why would they put themselves in danger like that?

“Oh Y/N,” John whimpered out. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

[theweirdplaceismyhome]

We Are So Stupid

Rating: General and up (I think)

Warnings: Swearing

Ships: Lams

Genre: Humor, fluff, happy

Other Stuff: One-shot, college au

Fandom: Hamilton (musical)

Summary: Alex, John, Laf, Herc and Aaron share a dorm, and tonight it’s Alex and John’s turn to make dinner... thing is, neither of them are very good at cooking.

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“So, what are we gonna make then?” John asked, scratching his head as he looked at his boyfriend, who was sitting next to him on the sofa.

Said boyfriend had no idea what to make. If it wasn’t for John, Alex would probably forget to eat entirely.

“Ummmmmm, maybe we could make...” Alex trailed off, he had nothing.

“Pasta?” John wondered, “That would be pretty hard to mess up right?”

“Yeah, pasta should be easy, let’s go with that.”

Alex would never understand why Laf and Herc thought it was a good idea to put the him and John in the kitchen.

It just wasn’t something you did.

Getting up of the sofa and walking to the kitchen, John got out several different sized pots, and Alex grabbed some spaghetti from the cuboard.

“What size pot do we want?” John asked, looking at the two he currently held in his hands, one was considerably larger than the other, that was probably the one they needed.

Alex seemed to agree, “Ummm, the big one I think.”

Nodding, John filled up said pot with water and put it on the stove. He carefully set the heat to high before turning back to Alex.

Whilst John was measuring the water and doing all of that schist, Alex has maneged to get spaghetti everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

“...How the hell did you do that?” John asked, having turned around to find Alex trying desperately to pick up the pasta.

“I don’t knooooow,” Alex wailed, “please help me baby!”

Shaking his head fondly, John first emptied the rest of the pasta into the pot of now boiling water, and second dropped down to the floor to help his hopeless boyfriend clean up his mess.

“ I still want to know how you got pasta on the opposite side of the room.” Shaking his head and smiling, John (with help from Alex) cleaned up the pasta explosion.

Alex stood up to get check on the pasta, and as soon as he did layed eyes on the stove, he groaned miserablely.

“What is it?” John stood up and soon he could see the disaster too.

“Crap.”

“You said it.”

The water had boiled over (John set the heat too high) and the pasta seemed to be burning. It was all a big, slimy mess that neither of them were looking forward to cleaning up, what was worse was that they were all out of pasta, and Laf, Herc and Aaron would be home in half an hour.

All of a sudden, John had an idea, “Okay, Alex, you grab your phone and order four pizzas, two pepperoni and two meat feast, then set the TV up for a movie night.”

Alex had long since come to peace with letting John tell him what to do in this situation, when it came to work and debates, he was best, but he was hopeless in this department, and John at least had some idea what to do.

Whilst Alex ordered the pizza and tamer up the TV, John turned of the stove, threw the pasta away, tipped the water down the drain, and cleaned up the slimy mess of a stove.

They got everything set up and clean with minuets to spare, the pizza arrives and they took it with them as they sat down on the sofa. The others should be there any moment.

“Hey, babe,” Alex started.

“Yeah?” John dragged the words, tired enough to sleep.

“Why didn’t we just order pizza in the first place?”

“...”

“Babe?”

“We are so fucking stupid...”

Ten minutes later, the other three got home, and they found a spotless kitchen, four pizza boxes (one of which was empty), and a two sleeping people going by the names of Alex and John.

THE END

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Hola! I hope you guys like this, it is the product of my brain at around 5am in the morning, so sorry if it’s bad :/

If you’d like me to write stupid oneshots just tell me :)

Thanks for reading, please let me know what you think 😝

[daisy-rivers]

Pencil sketch that John made of Gil and Peggy while they were all at the cabin. I’m writing another story about them because I can’t stop. They have six kids plus Katie and things are happening. First chapter is up now.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215243/chapters/43092569

Update: this post is suddenly getting a lot of attention, and I think I need to clarify something. This is not an actual pencil sketch by John Laurens or anybody else. It’s a couple of photographs that I combined, then altered to look like a pencil sketch via filters and Paint. I only wish I had the artistic talent to produce something like this.

Readers of my fics no doubt got that from the first sentence, but if you’re not familiar with my OTP Gil and Peggy AU that began with Provoke Outrage, it probably wouldn’t mean anything to you.

Sorry for any misunderstanding, flattered by any assumption that this is my work. I’m a writer, not a visual artist, though, so maybe even if you’re disappointed in the facts about the pic, if you like Gil and Peggy as a couple, you might want to read the stories on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8291179/chapters/18992695

[astralaffairs]

all that glitters ∙ overture | angelica schuyler

you didn't expect that going to college, taking classes there, would mean meeting a siren -- let alone one disguised as anything but. yet, when you did, even after you realized, you were more than prepared to throw yourself overboard into raging waters at her song

word count: 1800

warnings: nada in the overture; also this is NOT a siren au it's j a metaphor; second hand embarrassment

a/n: hope y'all like this, im kinda trying smth different atm 👀

{✨}

THUS FAR, YOU had had exactly four interactions with Angelica Schuyler. Half of them were questionable to even have been counted as such.

First off, let's jump right into the list. You bumped into her getting off the shuttle to the east side of campus. Quite literally. Classes didn't start for a week, you were just moving into your dorm, you didn't know anyone, and the last thing you needed was to be on bad terms with someone before you knew them. You looked up to see the person who your shoulder had just hit, and you froze. That was the day she first caught your attention. Dark, curly hair, a strong, sharp jaw, dimples so deep they adorned her cheeks despite her frown, and high cheekbones. You were slightly mesmerized, if only for a moment, before she cleared her throat, walking past you onto the bus. You mumbled a "sorry" as she passed, she said nothing, and that was that. Luckily for you, campus was big, and you were small, so the odds of having to worry about her were slim.

Less than a week later, your phone buzzed as you were tacking up a tapestry to the wall of your dorm. Not bothering to pause your shuffled combination of soft indie pop, hard rap, and show tunes, you turned on your screen and tapped on your first notification.

Angelica Schuyler (@angelischuy) has requested to follow you.

You frowned. You didn't recognize the name, so you clicked over to her profile, and the first thing to catch your eye was not her profile picture or any pictures succeeding it, but her bio, reading 'Columbia '21'. With the understanding that this was apparently someone who went to school with you as of now, you clicked to her recent, trying to see if you knew the girl.

You inhaled sharply.

The warm brown eyes and soft contour of her cheeks had you recognizing her instantly, despite the fact that you had seen her face only for a split second before. You put your phone down with hands that shook little enough for you to ignore it, and you went back to your task. After that, though, you couldn't ignore the nagging question at the back of your mind: Did she only follow you simply because of your school, or, by some divine intervention, was this girl following you because she happened to recognize you, too?

So that brings us to the first two interactions, in which no words were even exchanged. The third, though, was of a nature ever-so-slightly different. A week and a day after that first interaction marked the first day of classes, and Angelica was in your international human rights law seminar.

It, unfortunately, turned out to be your 8 AM, but as a particular semi-familiar face slid into the seat next to you at the back of the room, bright-eyed and smelling like coffee, you found yourself less able to complain about being there when you were. All she offered you at the beginning of the class was a tight-lipped smile and a nod (you had yet to understand how rare her smiles were, forced or otherwise), and you proceeded like that for the next three classes. The interaction came at the end of the third class when the professor dismissed you all, and she turned to you with a small frown.

"Hey, Y/N, do you know what Professor Von Steuben was saying about the video he had linked on legal qualifications of genocide?" Her dark brow was tightly knit, and you again found yourself frozen. She knew your name. "Like, I get that's what we have to watch to prepare for next class and all, but how did he say we were supposed to access it?"

"Oh! Uh, I don't know." Why did you say that? You did know; you could've just told her. You blinked stupidly. "Sorry."

She just dismissed it with a frown and a hum of acknowledgment as she slid her books back into her back and stood up to leave. You were internally screaming, your gaze fixed on your desk, waiting until she was out of the room to move.

And finally, four.

Four weeks in, as a matter of fact. Four was arguably the worst one; the greater the attempt at interaction the more it seemed to screw you over. Four was the one that left you anxious and overanalyzing, left you considering direct messaging her to apologize for how damn awkward you were.

The day proceeded the same as any other. You showed up half asleep, Angelica found the seat next to yours minutes before the lecture began, and that was that. You took notes on your laptop; she scrawled them in messy script across the pages of her notebook. Ten minutes left, and you were set up to leave class unscathed. Seven minutes had you drumming your fingers on the trackpad of your laptop. Five had you bouncing your knee restlessly, but it was four that really body checked you directly into the brick wall on thr side of a dank alleyway. Four minutes left; four minutes to ruin your self-confidence.

"Now, I have a handout for you," your professor said as she walked across the front of the lecture hall. "An exercise in thought. Due to the nature of this, I want all work, opinions, ideas, etcetera written on the physical paper for this assignment. No laptops will be permitted."

You did your best not to contribute to the collective groan that rippled through the room as you closed your laptop, following suit of many of your classmates.

"Don't sound so excited," Mrs. Knox commented dryly. "I am not going to have you spend the next--" She lifted her wrist, briefly eyeing her watch. "--four minutes completing this, but it will be your only homework between now and the next time we meet."

And then, a quiet murmur of conversation picked back up throughout the lecture hall, people passing papers back, talking about them, packing up to finally get out of there. You let out a short huff at the instructions as the papers reached the far end of your row, making it closer to you. You'd always had a tendency to lose any paper that came into your possession, so you weren't sure this would be a fun time. You pulled your bag into your lap and began stuffing everything but one folder in -- just so you wouldn't lose this this time.

When everything was in, you glanced up to check on the status of the handout, just to see that the pile had reached the row behind you, seemingly having passed right over you, and you glanced at Angelica to your right. She had the back of a pen between her teeth, her expression as nonchalany as ever as she leafed through the stapled papers.

You almost groaned; the packet seemed to have passed you -- but that was when you noticed an extra copy sitting on the desk in front of you, just offset from Angelica's notebook. Had she grabbed one of them for you?

A soft, slightly lopsided smile came to your lips, and you turned to her with slight hesitation.

"Hey, uh, can I get one of those?" you asked, motioning to the papers in front of her with as nonchalantly friendly of an expression as you could pull (you were sure it came off as stiffly as you felt, though).

She stared at you for a moment, blinked, the pen still between her teeth. "No."

FUCK, holy SHIT, what did I do this time, am I really this fucking stupid, oh my GOD, Y/N, what the FUCK are you thinking, oh my god, dumb bitch you really did it this time--

Wait. Somehow, somewhere, in the midst of your panic, you'd managed to take a social cue from that. She was being sarcastic. God, she was actually making something of a joke with you. It was written more clearly than your dumb ass could see, in her smiling eyes and raised brow and at the amused ghost of a grin playing at the very corners of her lips. Maybe you weren't hopeless after all.

OH but GOD, how do I RESPOND to this?? With more sarcasm? What the fuck, I shouldn't have tried to interact. I should've just taken a 0 on the assignment. It's not fine, FUCK--

As her eyebrows rose slightly more, almost as a challenge, you realized you'd been staring at her for a moment too long.

"Thanks, really appreciate it," you replied, trying to match her sarcasm -- but coming off way more dry and annoyed and cold than intended. Fuck, why did pretty girls have to have this effect on you?

She looked at you for a moment longer, before averting her attention back to the paper in her hand. But she did so passing you the extra paper in the process.

You took it wordlessly from her outstretched hand, glancing at her expression warily. She didn't seem to care what was happening with you any longer -- she'd made whatever assessment she was going to make, and you just wanted to get the hell out of there. You tucked the paper into your (only) folder before tossing your backpack onto your shoulder and turning to leave.

You could only think of one thing on the way out though, and it wasn't your plans for the rest of the day, and it wasn't how interesting the lecture had been, and it wasn't the weather, or the question of where your friends were, or what was being served for lunch in the closest dining hall.

I think you can guess what it was.

Because, FUCK, you couldn't believe how oblivious you were sometimes. Had you come off as a total bitch? Was that just how she reacted to people? Had your response to sarcasm not seemed like a joke? Was she going to hate you for the rest of her life now?

Only a small corner of your reasonable mind was there to stop you from DMing her in an anxious panic to explain that you really weren't a mean person.

You didn't stop thinking about it for the rest of your night.

So there they were. The four horsemen of your particular apocalypse, the dramatic build-up to an arguably more dramatic disappointment.

They didn't sound quite as bad as they felt.

But regardless, these were the facts of the case, and this was the only existing premise for the events that were then set to transpire, that were perhaps already even put into motion by some higher power behind the scenes.

You didn't know it yet, but those four events would spiral into something much bigger for you. Don't put them out of your mind yet, because sooner than you realize, you won't be able to.

[capucineimaginaire]

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