#george and adam are SNITCHES

[abiiors]

request time 👀

george teaching reader how to smoke a joint for the first time, at the same time she’s matty’s little sister so is a secret relationship. I love a bit of drama

first time

some amazing blogs on here, @ughgoaway and @shinycollarboneapologist have already done the brother's best friend trope so i really urge you to go check out their fics as well. in the meantime... have fun 🤭💕

warning: weed obv and that's it i guess.

oh, btw... this is who you are thinking about. this is who this fic is about <33 (both gifs by @pleasedontbenaked i genuinely fucking hope the credit thing works 😭)

“andrew? really?” george stands at the bottom of the stairs looking down at her, one perfect eyebrow raised high. “you went to that twat for weed?”

oh. 

her eyes widen at the mention of the w word. george is a fucking idiot—she knew that obviously, all her brother’s friends are idiots—but she didn’t know he would be stupid enough to just blurt it out in the house with her parents within earshot. 

involuntarily she moves, slapping her hand on his mouth and harshly tugging on his wrist. “shut up! not here!”

george does nothing but raise the other eyebrow while slowly lowering his gaze to her hand. it’s on his mouth. touching his lips. mortifyingly enough, she comes to that realisation a second after he does and yanks her hand away as if he’s burned it. 

george smirks. because what else do insufferable 20 year old boys do? but he lets her tug him to her bedroom and slam the door shut. 

“yes. andrew.” she glares at him once she’s sure there’s no one eavesdropping. “are you gonna tell matty?”

because he would tell her brother as if she were a child. she’s 18, has been an adult for 2 months now but of course, to george (and ross and adam) she will always be their best friend’s little sister. the thought stings a bit when she looks up at george who’s cavalierly leaning against her door. 

his arms are crossed in front of his chest, biceps and colourful tattoos on full display because of the tank top he’s wearing. she would never admit to this out loud, but she has certainly looked at the tattoos (and the arms) on more than one more occasion. 

still the fact remains. george is insufferable—just like his little all-knowing smirk. 

“now why would i snitch?” he drawls out and then pushes himself off the door. something has piqued his interest. “what do you want it for?”

she can’t help the snark and sass that rises up within her at that. “for a science experiment. what do you think i want it for?”

george rolls his eyes. “okay, smartarse. maybe i should go tell—”

she tugs on his arm a second time to stop him, effectively stopping him mid-sentence. like an idiot, she’s taken the bait. 

george laughs when she groans into her hands. it’s a deep and rich sound; one that skitters down her spine… no! stop. focus. 

“if you simply must know…” she glares, “my friends and i are trying it for the first time. at a sleepover. they asked if i could get some since, you know, matty’s practically a stoner at this point. but he’s also a little shit.” then she raises her chin primly, “i would never buy from him.”

“and so you went to andrew…” 

“and so i went to andrew.”

george snickers. “you know he keeps his little baggies in his pants, right? like literally in his pants?”

she, in fact, did not know that. and judging by some more snickering, she can tell her face has turned a nasty shade of green. brief as it may have been, she absolutely did touch the little baggie andrew had discretely shoved into her hands. and now she needs to immediately dunk herself into a vat of sanitizer. 

george seems to have taken pity on her, though, because his features soften and the smirk turns into a small smile. 

“so you’re all planning to get high together for the first time?”

is this an attempt at small talk? why would he even try? still, if he’s trying to be civil, she can respond in kind. 

“...yes. for the first time.”

“do you even know what to expect?”

that makes her roll her eyes. it might be her first time, sure, but she’s not fully oblivious. “i have seen all of you blitzed out of your mind, george. i think i know what to expect.”

“so you don’t actually know what you’re doing.”

she's about to protest but he's already on the move. she watches with her mouth agape as george saunters towards her bed, examining all her little trinkets on the way. he runs his hands on the books on her bedside table, on the cds she neatly keeps on her shelves. there are posters on her walls—bowie, queen, the rolling stones, among others. then there are photos with her friends and her parents, another one where matty is 15 and she’s 12, in pigtails and grinning at the camera while matty does his edgy, angsty teenager grimace. 

there’s also a polaroid she took of the band rehearsing. matty looks like he’s in the middle of tuning his guitar. adam is looking off-camera and ross is texting on his phone. but george…george is sitting against the wall. arms behind his head and drumsticks still in his hands. his jaw is slightly tilted up, jawline sharp enough to cut. he looks like he’s trying to figure something out while the rest of them goof around. 

she remembers that day so clearly; remembers how excited matty was to show her a song they’d been working on. she remembers george smiling at her when she complimented the song. 

george throws himself onto her bed, yanking her out of her thoughts. 

“sit,” he motions at a spot next to him as if this weren’t her room and her bed. 

“what…”

“i said, sit,” he repeats, “i’m not going to let you walk into the unknown with your idiot friends.”

several questions rise up, along with indignation at him for calling her friends idiots. she’s about to ask them all in one breath but he shuts her up with one look and takes his wallet out. 

oh no… oh no no no. 

“absolutely fucking not!” it almost comes out as a shout but she manages to turn it into a whisper at the last minute. “are you insane, george? my brother is literally in his bedroom!”

“relax, darling,” he drawls out as if none of this is concerning to him. and continues taking out a bit of rolling paper and a baggie of weed from his wallet. “your brother thinks i’ve gone home.” 

this is somehow even more concerning information. what happens when matty hears them and barges into her room to check—it’s not like he knows the concept of knocking anyway. 

also he’s just called her darling…

“but—”

“you’re overthinking,” he interrupts. “focus now. i’m teaching you how to roll a joint.”

times like these, she wishes she could simply whack him on the head, preferably with one of her hardcovers. but the rolling paper in front of her is intriguing, to say the least. and as much as she wants to be annoyed, she knows she can at least trust him to guide her through her first time. 

“if you get me in trouble, george, i swear…”

“i won’t,” he places a hand on his chest and looks at her intently, “i promise.”

gingerly, tentatively, she sits in front of him; legs crossed and eyes firmly on the things in front of her. 

“now this is what you want to do…” he picks up the paper and curves it slightly between his fingers. his forehead is creased in concentration, lips parted slightly while he continues to talk about the joint. her focus, however, has already wandered. 

his fingers are deftly working away—adding in a good amount of weed and putting the tip in. her eyes wander over his hands—knuckles in the process of healing still like they always are. she used to think he got into a lot of fights until she found out that they were a result of the drumming. and then she couldn’t stop thinking about him, sweaty and tank top clinging to him…maybe even shirtless…as he worked on the latest song. 

god she was a fucking cliche for thinking about her brother’s best friend like this. utterly basic and unoriginal. 

george snaps his fingers in front of her face. 

“where d’you wander off to?”

“um–ah…what? sorry,” she mumbles quickly and averts her gaze to where he’s half-sprawled on her bed. long, graceful limbs and all. 

“focus, darling,” he chastises in a stern voice and the neurons in her brain instantly misfire. “now look.”

he picks up the paper with the weed in it and expertly rolls it while leaving some space at the end, twists the top and then as if it’s nothing, he licks the end—slow and deliberate and keeping his eyes on her—before finally sticking it shut. 

if the neurons had misfired before, they have completely shut down now. she doesn’t even register it when she swallows roughly, eyes wide and trained on his mouth which slowly curls into a smirk once again. 

“like what you see?” he asks and then cheekily adds, “the joint, i mean. it’s pretty perfect, isn’t it?”

“mm-hmm”

“should we smoke it?” 

“uhh…” her voice is barely even a whisper, thoughts hardly coherent. he wants to smoke it with her? “now?”

“no time like the present.” then he sits up properly. “wait, have you at least smoked a fag before?”

she nods mutely and clears her throat, “once.”

“ooohhh. thought you were a good girl, healy…”

she blushes deeply then; absolutely unable to meet his eyes after that. heat spreads over her face and fuck it...but there’s no coming back from this now. god, he’s going to know about her embarrassing teenage crush and he’s going to tell matty about it and matty will not let her live it down. 

she almost wants to cry out but he’s not done torturing her. because a second later he takes his lighter out and holds it under the joint. 

“want to shotgun first?”

“um…uh…”

speak, you fucking idiot, her brain screams at her but unfortunately, it does not seem connected to her mouth at the moment. he’s going to know that she’s short-circuiting. he’s going to know how flustered he makes her. 

fuck fuck fuck 

“unless you don’t want—”

“yes,” she interrupts quickly. because the thought of not doing it is so much worse than shotgunning george. 

“come closer, then. and open your mouth.”

he curves his palm around the flame to stop it from going out; joint resting lazily between his lips before he hollows his cheeks and takes a drag of it. the smoke rests in his mouth for a second or two before he leans forward; almost as if he’s about to kiss her. 

the blood in her veins flows at the speed of light, her heart is thumping so fast that it’s a surprise he hasn’t heard it yet. he’s so close… he’s never been this close before. she’s never seen the exact colour of his eyes this clearly before or felt his hair tickle her face. 

then he parts his lips and blows out the smoke in her mouth. a long exhale and a sharp intake of breath from her. his gaze dips to her lips before returning to her eyes. she imagines she’s done the same because a moment later his eyes are back on her mouth. 

the smoke spreads through her body, warm and earthy, and slowly makes its way to her head. there’s a brief flash of panic and hesitation but she pushes it away. 

then she leans closer.  

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(yes i'm ending it there for evil reasons)

[takeyours11]

Chapter 2

Finnick

What’s the most talked thing about? How the world ends, who’s the new president of the United States, how can we stop a toxic society? Well none of those things top how the world is so focused on the next generation of the wealthy heirs. I mean they named us the nepo babies of the century. That really says something. And who might I be? Well I’m the most talked about out of all of them, Finnick Newt Knight. I belong to the famous Finch-Adam’s bloodline which just consists of tradesmen, archeologists, and fish merchants. It’s not the prettiest picture but we manage… well we did until my father’s secretary snitched us out to the tabloids. Turns out we also dabble in the black market which I’m not surprised about.

I, on the other hand, have seamlessly managed to escape that mess. I have also been named the popular one out of all the wealthy heirs in the world. I mean I get why: I’m the captain of a division one lacrosse team team, I manage to get my siblings out of trouble, pulling multiple deals for my family while also being a full time student at Oxford. Now why am I in this love story? I don’t know? Ask the person who wrote this. But for now I will do it for the money and whatever credit I get for it.

“I’m just saying you are the least reliable when it comes to anything STEM related,” George says as we all get out of my G wagon since it was my turn to do carpool.

“Saying Mr. History geek,” Icarus says under his breath.

“I mean he does have a point there,” Hugo says, bringing himself into the stupid conversation that stemmed from me asking Icarus for some help on a chem question.

“What is that supposed to mean?” George asks.

“You out of all people can’t talk about something STEM related,” he explains.

“He was the one that failed his chem class last semester!” George says getting pissed off. “I’m just saying I am a more reliable source when it comes to anything LOGICAL,” he adds as I now retreat asking for help.

“So your dad rejecting you is speaking logically?” Icarus asks knowing where to poke his nerve.

“Take it back,” George tells him because he’s a little sensitive about that subject. As I try not to laugh from this stupid conversation.

“Well I speaking logic when your dad didn’t want your bullshit help,” Icarus says breaking George last I give a fuck. Watching George shove Icarus and Icarus returning the favor which starts the stupid nonsense fight.

“Why can I just have a peaceful morning,” I say under my breath trying to break up their stupid fight.

“I’ll meet you guys in there,” Hugo says, taking my stuff and leaving me to handle this. What I didn’t expect was me getting shoved off and falling onto something.

“Fuck,” we both say and then realizing that I feel onto someone. Seeing that she has tan skin and big brown round eyes. Her shocked face says she didn’t plan on getting crushed by someone who is probably three times her size.

“Hey,” I say, breaking the silence and then turning my head to see George and Icarus' shocked and scared faces because they just realized I was gonna beat their asses when this is over.

“Hello,” she says back, she has an accent but, I don’t know where?

“Run,” I tell them as I get up off her and brush the mud off my hands. Seeing her get up and just stairs at me with… is that fear?

“Bye,” she says, walking off rather quickly. Walking onto the field to see George and Icarus had made up. Seeing that our new coach has already started practice.

“You’re late,” Hendrick Greenwood tells us.

“Well I was trying to break up the stupidest fight in the history of fights,” I tell him my excuse looking over to George and Icarus who are now minding their own business. Our last coach along with multiple staff got fired due to misconduct from their last Dean allowed them to get away with it. After the old Dean was fired a new improved woman took the place and switched up the whole thing. Making this now a division one school and hiring new and improved staff. Which is how Mr. Greenwood over here got his job. How he got the position is because the head of the department was his rugby coach back in grade school and pulled in a favor. Turns out no one wants to coach our team due to our volatile reputation of starting fights with the other team and our own team. But that beat going grocery shopping with these bozo.

“Why didn’t you get the cereal I asked for?” Icarus asks after I just went grocery shopping for the whole house. Ignoring him since I’m still mad about yesterday.

“Is he still mad?” George asks Hugo.

“He’s been ignoring you for the whole trip to the grocery store,” Hugo points out. “I think that’s a yes,” he adds, confirming George's suspicion.

“It wasn’t that bad,” George says back as if he didn’t start a fight that ended up with me and a random girl on the ground.

“You shoved me into a random girl because a stupid fight over your pathetic ego,” I reminded him of the events he caused yesterday.

“A hot random girl,” Icarus says as I just roll my eyes at him.

The next morning I decided to get up early due to my poor attendance for my chem class that I hate so much. So doing everything I usually do when I wake up minus the ten minutes before my class starts thing. So walking into my class to see the girl who I was shoved into two days ago. Seeing her head go up as the door closes behind me and seeing the same look she gave me two days ago. Fear, just plan old fear painted on her face. Walking up to the table to just get this over with.

“Why do you give me that stair?” I ask her and see her face go from fear to confusion with fear.

“What face?” She asks under her breath trying to act like I don’t see her.

“The face you’re doing now,” I point out to her as she fixes it.

“Look I get the whole me falling on you might be a little bit awkward but you don’t always have to look at me like that,” I tell her as I hear the door open to see my professor.

“Professor Lovegood,” I say, trying to explain why the girl in front of me is at her desk in my head.

“Mr. Knight,” she says politely. She’s one of the new professors Dean Smith hired after she fired half of the staff. She’s an American chemist who worked at BU but now works to torture students. She’s also one of the hot ones amongst them, she’s not my type but, she’s Icarus type. I mean him along with the long line of young students who wants to fuck her.

“I see you met my daughter,” Ms. Lovegood tells me as my mouth drops wide open.

“You’re her..?” I say turning to the girl that just seems very awkward right now.

“Yep,” she mumbles under her breath.

“Finnick met Nessie,” she introduces us.

“Hi,” Nessie says shyly.

“You're married?” I ask turning back to Ms. Lovegood.

“Technically if you want to call it that,” she answers as the bell rings. Well, this year is going to be fun.

[readingforsanity]

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire | JK Rowling | Published 2000 | *SPOILERS*

It is the summer holidays and soon Harry Potter will be starting his fourth year at Hogwarts. Harry is counting the days: there are new spells to be learnt, more Quidditch to be played, and Hogwarts castle to continue exploring. But Harry needs to be careful - there are unexpected dangers lurking...

Harry is invited to attend the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasley's. Together, he, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Bill and Charlie, the two oldest Weasley boys, and Mr. Weasley, head for a field with the Diggory's, Amos and Cedric.

Cedric is two years ahead of the rest of the group at Hogwarts, in the same year as Fred and George. Popular and handsome, he is quite friendly with everyone, despite previously having bad blood with the Gryffindor's after he beat them during a game of Quidditch the year before. Despite this, the ragtag group travel by Portkey to the event, where they erect magical tents and begin their festivities.

During the game, which is being played by the Quidditch teams for Ireland and Bulgaria, Harry is privvy to Quidditch facts that he didn't know otherwise. When Bulgaria's best player, seeker Viktor Krum, gets the snitch but was still 10 points behind Ireland, Ireland is able to take home the cup. Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's spend the rest of the evening celebrating Ireland's win and head off to bed, but are woken around 3:00am to screams and fires erupting.

Strange cloaked and masked individuals are wreaking havoc on the campers, and they attempt to flee, while the older Weasley's go to help where they can. Harry, Ron and Hermione become separated from Fred, George and Ginny, and they are met with the Dark Mark being set off above them by an unknown person in the woods. The Mark was meant to instill fear in those attending the event, as the Mark was Voldemort's during his reign of terror.

They are questioned by members of the Ministry, but the alleged individual who set the mark off was none other than Barty Crouch, a prominent member of the Ministry of Magic, house-elf named Winky. She is let go by Mr. Crouch and everyone returns back to the Burrow the following morning.

Soon enough, the group is returning to Hogwarts, where they learn that Quidditch and the Inter-House Cup will not take place this year. Instead, there will be a once-popular event resurrected in the Triwizard Tournament. One champion from three of the biggest and most popular Wizardy schools will compete in three separate tasks until the remaining champion is crowned at the end of the third. Previously, any one of any age could enter to compete, but due to deaths of former competitors, they have decided to place an age limit of 17 years old. Fred and George are quite upset by this, as they'd be 17 in April of the next year, and they begin concocting plans to get around the age line that will be erected around the Triwizard Cup.

On Halloween night, the champions are chosen: Cedric Diggory, from Hufflepuff house is the Hogwarts champion; Fleur Delacor, a beautiful young girl from Beauxbatons and none other than Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, for Durmstrang's School. Dumbledore, along with Madime Maxime, a rather large woman and headmistress of Beauxbatons, and Karkaroff, a very imposing man and headmister of Durmstrang's, will be judges, along with Barty Crouch and former Quidditch beater Ludo Bagman.

It is very unfortunate that Harry Potter is chosen to be the fourth Triwizard tournament champion. Ron, most of all, is quite upset that he believes Harry was able to get around the age barrier and didn't tell him, but Harry is adamant that he did not place his name in the cup as he didn't want to compete in the first place. People are crying out that it is unfair, but since the cup chose his name, placed in the cup under a fake school, he is currently bound by the contract that it bears and MUST compete.

For the first task, of which Harry had help from Hagrid in learning what it was, and passed that knowledge onto Cedric, as the other two champions would be told by their headmasters, is to acquire a golden egg that is being protected by dragons of various breeds. Harry is the last to go, and he is able to use his wand to call for his Firebolt, in which he flies and manuevers himself around the angry dragon in order to acquire the golden egg. The other champions were also successful in getting their own golden eggs.

In the meantime, Harry is still corresponding with Sirius, who is off in an unknown land with the Hippgriff, Buckbeak and worrying about his classes as normal. After Cedric is able to make out the clue in the egg, he passes on the knowledge to Harry, as a thank you for giving him a heads up about the first task.

The second task is for Harry to reclaim something that was taken from him and that he would miss the most, which he is able to surmise is Ron. Hermione was also taken for Krum, while Cho Chang, Cedric's girlfriend, was his and Fleur's younger sister, Gabrielle, was hers. With the help from Dobby the houseelf, Harry is able to consume gillyweed, allowing him to breathe underwater for an hour to retrieve Ron. Cedric is able to save Cho, while Krum is able to save Hermione, but Fleur is nowhere to be seen and Harry is taking the clue seriously, that after an hour, those under the water to be saved would die. He is able to get Ron, as well as Fleur's younger sister, above the water, where they are all well-passed the one hour timeframe, but given points none the less, where Harry is able to get quite a bit of points for his bravery in saving someone that was not his to save.

The remainder of the school year passes without incident. The third and final task for Harry to complete is a large maze that was erected inside of the Quidditch stadium. Filled with obstacles of unknown nature, Harry and Cedric are allowed to take off at the same time, as they are tied for first place, with Krum after them and finally Fleur. Harry knows that he needs to head north in order to get to the cup which is placed in the middle, and he is able to do so after saving Cedric from Krum, who is attempting to harm him.

Cedric believes that Harry should have the cup, as he would have made it first had he not injured his leg, but Harry is adamant that he is meant to be the champion. But, the two of them agree to go ahead and touch it at the same time, tying for first place and they would split the winnings evenly. However, when they touch the cup, they are transported to a graveyard in an unknown location, as the cup had unknowingly been made into a Portkey.

Unfortunately, Cedric happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when he is killed by the killing curse, Avada Kedavra, by Wormtail, who has returned to being a loyal servant to Voldemort. Voldemort is only a shell of himself, but Wormtail is able to conjure him back to full strength with various items, including his own hand and blood from Harry. When he returns, he calls to his former followers by the Dark Mark's tattooed on their arms, and they appear, including that of Macnair, who was the executioner in Buckbeak's trial the year before; as well as Lucius Malfoy himself, the father of Draco Malfoy and Harry's mortal enemy at school.

He attempts to kill Harry through a duel, but Harry is able to get away, secures Cedric and the cup and returns back to the maze. He is dazed and confused, but is taken away by Mad-Eye Moody, their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as well as a former Auror for the Ministry. However, whom Harry had thought was a confidant in this strange professor turns out to be an imposter. "Moody" explains that it was he who had placed Harry's name into the cup, and who had conjured the cup into a Portkey in order to transport Harry into the graveyard to witness Voldemort's return.

But, luckily for Harry, Dumbledore followed when he became suspicious that Moody had taken Harry away from him after his return from the graveyard. With Snape's help, with a powerful truth serum, it is told that the person who had been impersonating Moody the entire year was Barty Crouch Jr., who had mistakenly been assumed to have died the year after he was put into Azkaban for being a supporter for Voldemort. He says that his mother had requested to his father, Crouch Sr., that he be saved from the prison, and the two of them conjured a Polyjuice Potion in order for his mother to become him, and he to become his mother, in order for him to escape. Therefore, the person who died in the prison was his mother. For many years, he was kept a secret and looked after by the family house-elf, until the night of the World Cup, when Winky was let go, and he was able to return to himself for the first time in many years.

The real Mad-Eye Moody is found to be unconscious, but seemingly okay, at the bottom of his bewitched trunk. Dumbledore escorts Harry to his office, where he is reunited with Sirius, and gives his recount of the events that occurred, before being taken to the hospital wing, where he is met by the Weasley's and Hermione, the people who have become family to him.

When the Minister of Magic comes to the hospital wing, and is informed of Voldemort's return, he refuses to believe it, despite having proof in Snape, who is tattooed with the Mark himself, and shows that it is no longer faded, but is now a dark black, and that it burned him when Voldemort had touched it to summon the followers not imprisoned within Azkaban. The Minister still refuses, and leaves, while Sirius is revealed to be the large dog that accompanied Harry. Dumbledore requests that both Sirius and Snape begin working to battle with Voldemort and they leave, while Harry is left to rest.

The next week, Harry and everyone get on the train to return back to King's Cross station. Despite her pleas, Dumbledore refuses for the Weasley's to take Harry in for the summer at first, but he is assured that he will be with them soon enough. Harry gives his winnings from the tournament to Fred and George, 1000 Galleons, and tells them to start planning for the joke shop they want to open after they admit that Ludo Bagman owed them moeny and refuses to pay them their life savings they had bet at the World Cup the year before.

Harry knows that in order to move forward, he has to move on.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Blind To What's In Front Of You

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/218A9VD by WhatsOnMyMind What happens when Wally gets separated at the worst time possible, in the heat of the Thanagarian invasion? What happens when his rogue gallery, in a spur-of-the-moment decision, save him from being spotted again, not knowing that they were rescuing their annoying archnemesis in the process? How can Wally sneak away while injured and under the adamant refusal of his rogues, who believe he'll snitch to either the league or the bird people their location? Today's turning out to be an interesting adventure, much to Wally's exasperated chagrin. ___   or; during the Thanagar invasion, Flash needs to use the washroom at the worst time possible, gets knocked out, ends up in the reluctant hospitality of his rogues, and spends the rest of his time desperately trying to reach his team while keeping his secret identity just that Words: 4276, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Wally West, Flash (DCU), John Stewart (DCU), Green Lantern, J'onn J'onzz, Diana (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, James Jesse, Superman, Martian Manhunter, Leonard Snart, Batman, George "Digger" Harkness, Sam Scudder, Mick Rory, Shayera Hol, Hawkgirl (DCU) Relationships: Rogues (The Flash) & Wally West, Justice League & Wally West, John Stewart & Wally West Additional Tags: Episode: s02e24-e26 Starcrossed (Justice League & Justice League Unlimited), Secret Identity, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Wally West-centric, Wally West is The Flash, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Humor, Self-Indulgent, idk where this came from, Not Beta Read, we die like wally west in young justice, or do we read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/218A9VD

[chamberlainswifey]

I FOUND A POORLY WRITTEN FOUNDING FATHERS FANFIC MY FRIEND AND I MADE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL- I'm haunted oh my god

So here's what I found on the Google doc 🤭

john adams - hes really popular and has a girlfriend and flirts a lot, but also everyone wants to impress him and hes really good at academics. also kina the peacemaker

james madison - hes a snitch and favorites people, but hes always complaining, lies a lot, wants things his way and hes like GUYS IM JAMES M

thomas jefferson - wants to control how things are done, criticizes people, judgemental, is barely friends with hamilton, but always does stuff for madison, obsessed with being unique

george washington - just wants to have no drama, pretty normal, but cant express emotion so everyones like confused if hes happy or sad. also his mom probably raised him on all healthy no screens stuff

ben franklin - talks too much, annoys people, but is a good person deep down, social

alex hamilton - kinda energetic and immature, is really smart tho and brags a LOT, likes to learn

samuel adams - protests all of the time, love hate relationship with his cousin john adams. hes always trying to like make petitions and take over the school and stuff but it wont work, also hes like obsessed with home economics for some reason

james monroe - really social and has lots of friends, but the teachers hate him bc hes a troublemaker. also hes kind of a bully, he breaks the rules a lot

[adamsvanrhijn]

if john/oscar got outed, do you think oscar/john would:

- fall on their sword and out themselves too - immediately go get caught in flagrante delicto with a random woman - act shocked/betrayed/angry - stay mute but get married to a woman asap - stay mute but visit their other half in prison in disguise - change their name and move to lithuania - something else

i think john getting outed is like in the top three worst things oscar can imagine (is steadfastly NOT going to imagine) ever happening Ever and i think he would freak. but it depends on the nature of who becomes aware, how much they are aware, how forgiving they are—he is going to assume the worst, and i think in most cases ultimately he would be proven wrong to do that!

like. Example Given: if Aurora "[Gay men are harmless and can be pleasant company and I believe everyone in this room is in on the joke]" "Oh, Mr. Adams! How nice!" Fane comes across evidence of some kind yhat John is gay she is probably going to burn it immediately if applicable and keep her mouth shut because as far as she is concerned this is harming nobody, and she gives me the impression that she doesn't snitch until someone is at risk. and the only person at risk here is John ~NOBODY is in on this joke~ Adams who also. isn't married yet and has a lot to lose. and whom she likes and thinks is charming and oh, that is why he isn't married yet! i see.

which does not preclude oscar freaking the FUCK out about it if he knows she knows but. this is a "make sure this is raised with nobody ever" deal which probably means. some conflict and maybe a rift but idk maybe they could get past it.

on the other hand if it's like...... George Russell or somebody else who has both power and no scruples about ruining lives for fun and profit i think either a very honest "WE need to break up and YOU need to get out of new york because neither of us need this" conversation happens (which is devastating enough) OR i mean there's an option where John is not fully aware of this Intel on him and Oscsr has a like... hysterical response of "i am breaking up with you it would be better for everyone if you left new york weird of you to ever think this could actually work also please never change your mind about not going into politics" one sided, delivered in the most cruel way possible, conversation would happen. and that one probably Would work because this does not warrant a newport response this warrants an "okay cool yet another city on the eastern seaboard i cannot bear to be in" response.

but they break up in a situation like that i think. i don't think oscar can mastermind himself out of that one.

and if it's Basically Everyone who finds out well i simply do not want to think about that myself <3 also i find it difficult to imagine john getting outed without oscar also getting outed. frankly.

re: he himself being outed, john is ... i can't make definitive statements after one season, but if he can see no way out of this one and it is Not someone sympathetic i do not see him doing anything other than taking responsibility and he might take the L and give oscar a get out of jail free card.

he's probably not going to court, i think he would be able to get out of that, but this is a Bad Look and he's not going to let this affect oscar especially when he knows full well how terrifying this Is for oscar

but also if it is looking like he Cannot get out of it,.john has (i really hope this never turns out to be relevant in this way) people who are neither himself nor oscar to worry about for whom the stakes are potentially higher than like, oscar by himself getting disowned or something*. which obviously is also bad and terrible but not the same as. idfk. "at least two people in my family are running for office right now and i have sisters and cousins who aren't married yet and this is Not going to quietly blow over and [if it isn't deemed unsuitable for print] it Will be national or even international news and also there is no way this isn't going to come back to oscar somehow anyway"

and on the flip side i.... again don't know him well Actually, but, i can see john being principled enough to stand by oscar, even with the given caveat?

idk i am already changing my mind about some of these words ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

* i don't think this would happen over john but there would be a lot of bad drama over it regardless.

[writer-dreams]

Love Potion (Part 4) (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Part 4 is here! I hope all of you enjoy!

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / End

Update Tags: @celestialceci @marvelobsessedteen @imaginesforthepeople @danidomm @marvelrose @vogueworthy-barnes @glossysoph @stevesvibraniumshield @bi-mama @fiveisadorable @paulalucianap1 @drama-llama-04

House: You choose

Blood Status: You choose

Warnings: Near-death experience, murder attempt (though that's a harsh way to put it), bullying (Not too graphic), possible swearing, mean Pansy

Note: The reader in this story hates Quidditch. The reader in this story is female / uses female pronouns.

Word Count: 2,632 words

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3rd Person POV

Day 4:

Y/n walked with Draco down the hallways, enjoying the unusual silence of the large castle. They were roaming through one of the (usually) busiest hallways which was now dead silent. It wasn’t an unsettling silence, it felt more like a comfortable quiet. Really, it was rather refreshing to not be suffocated by the noise of bustling teenagers trying to get to class. Suddenly, Draco gasped slightly, as if he had remembered something before turning to her.

"Love, I wanted to ask you something." Draco started, clasping Y/n’s hands in his. She raised an eyebrow, prompting for him to continue. "There’s a Quidditch game today with Slytherin and Gryffindor. I was hoping you would come along and watch me?"

Immediately, Y/n started shaking her head. She had never gone to a game and never planned to go to one, not even when Fred and George had begged her to watch. The game was a waste of time, in her opinion, and she had much better things to do. Nothing was going to change her mind about the game and she was especially not going to change it for Draco Malfoy.

"Love, I need my good luck charm with me." Draco pleaded, attempting to give her puppy-dog eyes.

Y/n rolled her eyes, still unconvinced. She could be spending time studying or reading instead of watching her classmates pit against each other in a highly competitive game. Quidditch did nothing other than fuel the houses’ rivalry (especially Slytherin and Gryffindor) and for players to show off how much better they are than everyone else. It was ridiculous how people could actually enjoy such a violent game.

Draco frowned and pulled her into a hug, still attempting to persuade her. He pressed light kisses all over her cheeks but Y/n was still adamant about her choice. He wasn’t going to change her mind anytime soon with just affectionate hugs and kisses. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted two heads of bright red hair around the corner. She focused on them and saw that it was Fred and George. The twins were smirking and nodding, signaling for her to agree to go. She glared at them and focused back on Draco, who was still desperately hugging her.

"I said no, Draco. I’m sorry but I really hate Quidditch. Not even you could change that for me." Y/n said firmly. Draco released the hug, hurt evident in his eyes.

"Oh. I’m sorry for bothering you then. You know that Quidditch has always been a part of my life and I was hoping that you cared enough to see me in one game. I just always thought I had your support and love. I guess I was wrong." Draco said bitterly, nodding sadly before walking away.

All Y/n could do was watch his figure grow smaller and smaller until he turned the corner and was out of her sight. Her gut twisted in guilt but she held strong, not allowing it to show on her face that she was regretting her decision. Why was she even feeling this way, it’s not like his feelings mattered to her, right? The twins walked out from where they were watching with mock sadness on their faces.

"Aw, trouble in paradise?" Fred teased, "How cold of you to not offer your infinite support to your boyfriend."

"I agree, brother!" George glanced at her, "What kind of girlfriend just lets her boyfriend play a dangerous sport and not be there to watch it?"

If looks could kill, Fred and George would have already died. The death glare Y/n sent them was chilling but the twins simply laughed. No matter how much she hated what they were saying, the two mischievous twins were right; what kind of (fake) girlfriend doesn’t offer her boyfriend support for something he loves? She still had 3 days left of this relationship, the dare wasn’t over yet. The terms of the dare was to act as Draco’s girlfriend for a week. She was technically not acting like a real girlfriend and therefore not doing the dare. Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples at this realization.

"Fine. I’ll go." She begrudgingly said.

"Yay! Y/n is finally going to see us beat those snakes!" George cheered while Fred did an odd victory dance.

"I hate both of you." Y/n shook her head at their idiocy.

"You love us." Fred grinned widely.

"Keep telling yourself that." Y/n smiled.

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Y/n ran around the long corridors of the school, searching desperately for a head of platinum-blonde hair. He couldn’t have gotten far. Where is that git?! She was nearly ready to give up, she swore that she had searched the entire bloody castle twice. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally saw Draco by his bleached hair. Y/n let out a relieved sigh and approached him. Draco raised his head at the sound of her footsteps, only to scowl and look away.

"Hey, Draco." Y/n greeted cautiously. Draco didn’t answer and instead kept his gaze on the floor. She couldn’t blame him for being upset with her. If her significant other refused to watch her do something she loved because of their pride, she would be pretty pissed as well. She cleared her throat, trying to ease the tension between them.

"I-I changed my mind. I’m going to watch the game." Y/n stated. Draco finally made eye contact with her, however his eyes were filled with anger.

"Oh? I thought you hated Quidditch so much that nothing could change your mind, not even me." Draco sneered at her. Y/n felt even more guilty, seeing how clearly hurt Draco was.

"I know what I said and I’m sorry. I should’ve understood that regardless of whether or not I like the sport, I should support you, especially if you’re one of the players." Y/n apologized as sincerely as her mind would allow her. She forced a tear to slowly drip from her eye for dramatic effect. Wiping it away hastily, she pulled him into a hug. She needed for him to believe her, or else the dare would be called off and she would become the chicken of the school. Merlin, she still was not going to allow that to happen.

Draco’s hardened glare softened slightly, understanding that she was serious and she really was going to the game to watch him. He flashed her a small smile as his angry expression was wiped away.

"Apology accepted. Besides, how could I stay mad at you?" The smile faded as he looked deeply into her eyes. "You don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. It’s not my place to force you to go. If you truly don’t want to go, I shouldn’t get mad at you for it and respect your decision."

That’s cute. He’s apologizing even though he’s not the one at fault. Although Y/n was tempted to take up the offer, she suddenly remembered the consequences of what would happen if she didn’t go. Shaking her head, she cursed herself for her pride and looked back at Draco.

"No, I want to go. It’s my job as your girlfriend to support you as much as you support me. I need to respect your hobbies like you respect mine. You’re not forcing me to go, I’m choosing to go." Y/n nearly gagged at the last words. This dare was going to be the death of her, it was forcing her to go to a Quidditch, a bloody Quidditch, game by putting her reputation on the line.

Draco’s smile was instantly back on his face as he beamed in happiness. "Thank you, Y/n."

For some reason, seeing him smile made Y/n’s heart melt slightly. Why does this keep happening? Was there something wrong with her? The more she tried to ignore it, the more the feeling grew. This was ridiculous, she refused to acknowledge the weird feeling as love because....it wasn’t. This was all fake. That was all it would ever be. This was a temporary feeling that would dissolve the day this all ended. At least, that’s what she told herself.

"So, I’ll see you at the game then?" Draco grinned.

Y/n nodded, pushing aside the heartwarming feeling that his smile had awoken. Draco pressed a kiss to her cheek before heading off to his next class. Y/n touched the cheek he kissed with her hand, fully aware that her whole face was red.

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The stands that surrounded the Quidditch pitch were filled and extremely noisy. Y/n groaned, this was exactly one of the reasons why she didn’t go to games. She squeezed past a couple of students and took a seat in a random spot.

Suddenly, a blur whizzed past her as people screamed loudly at the object. It slowed to reveal Draco, smirking towards the crowd. All the Slytherins rose to their feet and cheered as loudly as they could for the blonde-headed seeker. His eyes landed on her and he teasingly blew a kiss at her before flying away. Y/n rolled her eyes at the gesture, disregarding the fact that her cheeks were turning bright red.

As more players flew out into the field, the crowds were going wild to their respective houses (the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws simply cheered for their favorite players). Soon the Slytherin and Gryffindor players had taken their positions and the game was about to start. George and Fred were waiting patiently and saw Y/n. They began to wave their bats in the air, showing their childish excitement at her presence.

Madam Hooch shouted "Brooms up!" as she threw the Quaffle into the air. Y/n watched Draco mount his broom and wait by the pitch for the snitch. All she could do was sigh and think to herself; ‘This was going to be boring’.

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The snitch was released and the Slytherins were losing badly to Gryffindor; 100-40. Draco was fighting with Potter, both looking around wildly for the fast-flying ball. Draco seemed to finally have spotted it, as he began to speedily fly towards something. Unfortunately, Potter also noticed this and began to quickly follow after Draco, hoping to steal the snitch away from him. Before Y/n could watch anymore, she was shoved so she was leaning over the edge of the stands. She tried to get back up but a hand was pressed against her back, preventing her from escaping this terrifying situation. All she could see was the 50 feet drop to the ground and she imagined what it would look like if her body hit the floor. She wanted to scream, but a hand quickly covered her mouth.

"I told you, L/n." The sound of Pansy’s voice sneered in her ear, "You really need to watch your back, or else you might slip and fall to your death."

Y/n wondered how the hell people weren’t seeing this happening, though she figured everyone was too focused on the game. It wasn’t like she could make a sound to get their attention either. She began to panic, cursing herself for leaving her wand in her dorm room. She tried desperately to escape Pansy, but the Slytherin girl wouldn’t allow it.

"Ah ah, no escaping." Pansy clicked her tongue, "I wasn’t finished with you in that hallway. You stole Draco from me and now you’ve brainwashed him into loving someone as stupid as you. Once you’re gone, he’ll snap out of it and realize the truth; that you are a worthless piece of trash and that he should be mine."

Y/n’s heartbeat thundered into her ear. Why was nobody noticing this? Was she really going to die because of a jealous, pug-faced twat? No matter how hard she tried to resist, the wench was too strong. Pansy leaned closer to her ear, whispering one, horrifying word in her ear; "Goodbye."

Y/n couldn’t even comprehend what happened next. Pansy shoved her over the edge of the stands, sending her falling to her death. With her mouth now free, Y/n screamed in horror, feeling the wind whip through her hair. Her loud cries finally caught the attention of everyone, even the players. However even if they tried to help her, it was too late. Draco’s head turned towards the sound and she could see his grey eyes widening in panic as he saw her fall. Immediately, he turned his broom and began speeding towards her, the snitch long forgotten. Y/n looked at the ground below her and looked back at Draco, whose hand was outstretched in desperation. The grass below was coming closer and closer, the wind howling even louder in her ears. Her screams had stopped, finally accepting her fate. Draco wasn’t going to make it in time, he was still across the pitch and she was mere metres from the ground. Draco’s eyes were wide in fear, seemingly speeding faster towards her. Y/n could see his hand inches away from hers before the ground rushed up to her and everything went black.

"Y/n!"

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Y/n awoke in one of the comfy beds in the infirmary. She was alive. Y/n released a soft groan as she felt how sore her limbs were. She heard rustling beside her, causing her to look over. Next to her, Draco was nestled in a chair, shifting over a bit to look at her.

"Thank Merlin, you’re awake." He said in relief.

"Wha-What happened?" Y/n asked groggily.

"You blacked out during your fall. If it weren’t for Mister Malfoy here, you would’ve died. You were lucky he was fast enough to save you." Madam Pomfrey interrupted Draco before he could explain.

Madam Pomfrey gave her one final checkup before allowing her out of the infirmary, warning her to take it easy. Draco walked with her back to her common room, where she gave him the password to allow them both in. The whole time, he didn’t say anything and instead focused on making sure Y/n was comfortable. He sat her down on one of the various couches and took a seat next to her. Once he was sure that she was alright, he pulled her into a hug.

"Merlin Y/n, you scared me. One moment, I’m about to catch the snitch, the next, you’re falling off the bloody stands. What happened?!"

Y/n immediately thought of that pug-faced twunt named Pansy. She wanted to tell Draco but didn’t want to make it seem like she couldn’t fight her own fights. Plus she wasn’t a snitch. She would deal with Pansy herself.

"I-I just fell off. I wasn’t paying any attention and I put too much weight on the edge. Before I knew it, I was tumbling over and free-falling towards the ground. I’m sorry, Draco."

Draco’s hug became a little tighter. "Just be more careful next time. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Y/n’s heart fluttered at his words. Though she immediately squashed the feeling before it could spread. She really needed to remember that this wasn’t real and it never would be. Draco Malfoy was a cocky, arrogant prick and she hated him. This loving side of him didn’t exist. She was believing in, to put it simply, a lie. She was going to be so happy once this preposterous dare was over.

"Thanks for saving me, Draco."

"I already told you Y/n, I’ll always be there to protect you, no matter what. I’m not going to back out of that promise any time soon."

Y/n smiled and hugged Draco back. That stupid feeling was back but she didn’t care. It wasn’t love because love was felt with true feelings. Once this was over, everything that happened this week would be forgotten. Even if this side of Draco was fake, she was going to cherish it while she still had it.

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Thank you for reading part 4 of Love Potion! Sorry if the psychotic Pansy and the falling triggered anybody. I'm also sorry for the long wait, I had some technological issues. I know the ending was a bit rushed but I wanted to get this part out as soon as possible. Hopefully all of you enjoyed it anyway. If you have any requests, feel free to ask! Until next time.

-Jade

[randomliven]

WARNING LONG POST HEAVY SPOILERS

Episode4. Play back rewatch

*Open scene Montrose

*Drinking. Going through the memories of his mind

He drinks and still he remembers it all

*God Smites Eve

*2:12 "Give this to tic protect our family" GEORGE

*The Order of the ancient dawn

*You might be all Tic has left

*"Smells like Tulsa

*Bitcx better have my money

*Christina glides through cars

* Black arrow (nods it off)

*leti was ready

*Bitcx tried to walk in like she own the place

*the protection spell works 'akirum

She seemed impressed and snide

*your money (leti realizes where the money came from

**L: "You want something in this house. Something to. do with Atticus"

**Ct: "Dont let the men fool you into thinking its Always about them. "

**His blood may have power but thats only because itus spelled it that way. Hes Not Special. Not really

Christina is a Snitch

*"If he keeps operating like this hes going to get you killed "Again"

(she looks sincere) (im telling yall xtina did this before)

* "I dont want that. Or this house. I just want the orrery"

(To discover a world of first) (chritina dont lie withold yes)

You can get the Fuck up off my Porch

Call me

*Hippolyta calls her daddy... She has the Orrery

She smart as hell

*The new comic diana drawing..outta this universe

Moves and predicts the relative position of planets

*leti tells tic about tina paying for house

*Tic with holds information from leti

*knows tina used tic to kill father

tic was go kill her then just leave

Lil boy with Coke bottle glasses ( just like tic but not tic

*two sets of pages still exist

*the orrery is the key

(using the orrery to go into another world to find his pages)

Titus kept it hidden

*Casting spells to protect

*ask ya daddy " i dont want yall involved"

(Sound like his daddy when they saved him)

They in the back

Every time i tell you to do something yo do the opposite

*" how you kno its 34 lodges"

*"I cant help you kill yourself. You cant see this game she is setting up for you to play"

(Montrose and Christina have done this before.. I cant wait till the final. I need to kno)

*"Looking for answers you already have"

Boston

*"I know where to find that dame vault"

Christina plays hide and seek for the first time

Christina screaming "Im safe."

The police arrive for her to take her to ...

Lancaster

*She didnt mention leti being in the house specie or tic

Says convince "hyrum"

*she knows there is someone in the closet right away

*xtina says time machine

* " let "negros" move in..(vs niggers) cocky

Take my lodges

*did i miss your initiation into the order..

No cunts allowed

The silent fight

Let go. You told me to let go

Hyp suspicious

It so happens to be at a astrology museum

Tree

Ruby walks into Marshal fields

"Work like kobe just to shine like Russel"

Sees Tamara

"Yes yesterday"

"I applied on a whim"

Boston

Lights of the universe

Leti's face watching rose go with the guard

*"u kno y they call me tree"

"Shouldnt i already kno that since we fuc in highschool simore" rolls eye at that liar

True story: Harriet chariot

*MY MAMA NAMED THAT COMET

*Many artefacts Titus was giving in exchange for striping away everything they knew

(Stolen after killing, probably raping and enslaving the native people)

*tree hints at Montrose being gay to tic

Tic questions how mon knows the guard

The vault

*Christina pulls up goes around the gate

(William comes out 30seconds later, yes we kno the skin change happens in seconds seeing ruby change, BUT HOW IN THE HELL did xtina put on a whole suite down to the tie that quick)

Do they not kno william cuz then lancaster wouldnt have known it wasnt xtina when he dies.

She kick they ass

*William says i have a Date

Find a way to open it

Montrose finds the moonlight

How old is this museum

*"This is some journey to the center of the earth type shit"(name of book coke bottle kid in library was reading)

3tunnels

Ever the tide shall rise

Map of titus voyage's..

No telling Letitia fuc N lewis No

Dont help me

Yellow

*Based on adventure novels the tunnels should be based on the map.

*How you know he raided Diana

"I read a damn book

*1810 it was built

Established the sons of Adam 3yrs later

*Whats down the other tunnel?

The lantern being there

Ruby drowning her blues away to a half empty bar

Is copper considered a yellow

Voluptuousness

*I cant afford another one

Blues eyes got ya tab tonight

*A nod. A gulp

*"May i join you?" They dont sit

Keep my glass full"...

*Yall white boys dont come to the dark side for modesty (demanding woman

* i can buy my own drinks ( pride)

Take a bit more to impress me White Boy

*Never insult you to make you a kept woman

* promise me the world to lay with me

*a promise i can keep

(All she needs is the orrery & she literally can give Ruby Many worlds)

The way they look at Ruby

*20min of walking

Walking the plank

Tic brave

Tf me 1st

Learned how to lie

*juneteenth

* "FREEMEN WERE NEVER SLAVES"

She out there

Spider senses

Tic has training

Booby trap

Big fucking deal

The bored starts to disappear

Jump pop

Better catch me Boy. (I got ya kid)

Now they can run shuffle

Montrose knows the combination

Jessie owens

*The tide rising.. Less than an hr

Ruby "got there 1st, shoulda been me but i let Leti distract me"

They sat there all night

*"Whoes leti"

(i dont think Christina knew leti Nd Ruby were sisters before that moment based on willtinas expression

*"my half sister" (willtina Gulps (becoming a signature

* if i was in your skin i wouldnt even have to run"

*what to do about it?

William with them eyes.

*"Better stop looking at me like that, It Aint happening

White Boy"

I Put a Spell on You plays

Ruby want it

(Im more than sure this is Willtinas 1st time, also wonder if so as a woman. Possible leti was a virgin)

Willtina looked confused by the blood. Primal reaction

Ruby in control

William excited, whoa lip biting

The mark of Cain. Big Dic Energy

*" How you kno so much about the sons of adam?"

* george gave me the bylaws i burned it

My brother said protect the family. His dying wish

(Was to give Tic the book, but you cant tell Montrose what to do with his son)

Closing Pandoras box once Nd for good

You wont stop

*Leti finds the neighbors body who went missing

*Chicago to Boston 14hr drive

(They walk 20min to the plank maybe another 20 to yahima)

*sees elevator come down, looks familiar

*Epistien was apart of the order prob chasing the pages... He was missing an arm

This might get dangerous

*he was kidnapped. I Died.

*"not the center of the fucking universe"

Leti can swim too

*Fatherly advice

Ya mama was complicated too

*all that fussing is loving

*Epstein day look like he was missing an arm and like a drowned victim

I don't think Christina knew about the tunnels or at least she knew that she couldn't open them

Black folk dont watch bones come alive & just stare

*reaches. (Back the fuc up

* they have the same symbol on their stomach. The Regeneration spell

*yahima Woman man two spirit

*had no reason to distrust him

ALWAYS HUNGRY

*he killed them all (stole they shii) enslaved

Tic look like Will Smith as a fish in shark tail

*she dont know my spirit

Montrose Takes pages anyway (i think knowing booby trap)

. Grabs yama

*montrose drops the pages purposefully

Like damn leti. Grabbing for her

The kiss. The scream. The knockout

*how did they get back without woodie

*is that your dad's atlas

*devon county circled. Ardum reaper. Hyp makes a detour

*siren. Ill figure out how to help her talk

*"You were brave boy. Grew to be a good man spite me"

*he already had the plan

Damn montrose

[i-willgo-on]

I summarized all the Hamilton songs

Alexander Hamilton: WoW THis PlACe iS LiT

Aaron burr sir: o crap Aaron Burr senpai, O CRAP LARUENS SENPAI

My shot: I am GREAT

The story of tonight: o CRAP let’s join a war

Schuyler sisters:FEMALES

(and PEGGY)

Farmer Refuted: the king! Lol no.

You’ll be back: I am gay for America

Right hand man: GeOrGe WaShInGtOn

A winters ball: let us screw some ladies

Helpless: Alexander Hamilton am I RiGhT

Satisfied: I loved him to Eliza

Story of tonight-reprise: wow ur MaRrIed

Wait for it: BURR IS IN LOVE~

Stay alive: don’t die plz, ALSO SCREW U LEE

ten dual comadments: FIGHT ME LEE

Meet me inside: WE WON, but Washington is TRIGGERED, I AM NOT YOUR SON

That would be enough: I’m pregernate welcome home Hubbie

Guns and ships: YO LAFFETT WOOOH, (u need Alex bac)

History has its eyes on you: yo, welcome bac, Be careful You need a legacy

Yorktown (the world turns upside down): WE WON THE WAR

What comes next: America left me I am sad

Dear theodosha: OFFSPRING IS GREAT

Non stop: write because My boyfriend is dead

What did I miss?: Jefferson, you fabulous bitch.

Cabinet meeting #1: o dear, everyone is triggered,PAY YOUR GODDAMN TAXES

Take a break: u have a family bitch (Alex)

Say no to this: NO NO NO NO U FRICKING CHEATER ALEXANDER HAMILTON I FRICKING HATE YOU

The room were it happens: they made a deal????????????????????????

Schuyler defeated: Aaron burr switched sides and then got a seat in the government

Cabinet battle #2: France needs help, we won’t help them even tho Jefferson want to help them

Washington on your side: ur dads favorite and it makes me sad

One last time: JEFFERSON IS RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT

I know him: omg, John Adams is running fur president

The Adams administration: Hamilton is SCREWED

We know: snitch ass people

Hurricane:I am about to to something stupid.

Reynolds pamphlet: I did something stupid

Burn:u bitch ass hoe

Blow us all away: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 BANG

Stay alive reprise: rip Philip

It’s quiet uptown: rip Philip

The election of 1800: my son just died so can we not

Your obedient servant:BURR IS T R I G G E R E D

Best of wives and best of women: come back to bed

The world was wide enough: rip Hamilton

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story: Eliza is G R E A T

[abiiors]

“okay cry” 😭😭😭 also you snitched to his mother??? icon, legend, i love that!

i had to put george, adams, and ross’s pov calling him out😭😭 so it made it more interesting

-chai ai

OHHHHH oh you have everyone on your side damn!!!! good job 🤭🤭

[aliceindiamonds]

Bound: Fred Weasley x OC

Part 5: ongoing

Part 1: https://writemebb.tumblr.com/post/655010568952020992/bound-fred-weasley-x-ofc

As September drew to a close, I could see that this year was going to be unlike others at Hogwarts. Defense Against the Dark Arts had become a complete and utter farce, with Ministry toad Dolores Umbridge gate-crashing any chance of us learning anything decent.

At least the lessons we’d had last year with an utter maniac had taught us something- this year it seemed all we’d be learning was how to obey fatuous rules. I dealt with this as best I could- head down, pretending to read quietly. Umbridge was the sort of person whose bigotry was undetectable until it was blinding. Her hatred for the Gryffindors was palpable, and I wondered if that went back to her school years. She had given Potter Friday night detentions for the next eight weeks, purely for his adamance that the Dark Lord had returned- which she labelled insolence and lies.

Anyway, I was not a Gryffindor: I was a Slytherin, and it soon occurred to me that I could probably have slung my head against the table and taken a nap without suffering any consequences from Umbridge. I didn’t take advantage of this. I didn’t appreciate special treatment from people as abhorrent as her. Her claws seemed to dig deeper and deeper into the school as the weeks went by.

In the first couple of days of term, I had noticed the two redheads from the train hiding in corners around the school, little wooden box in tow, talking to other students in hushed tones, and briefly wondered what exactly they were up to- but after the way Fred Weasley’s grin had made me blush, I decided it was safer to stay well out of it. Besides, these sightings grew less and less as the days went by, and I thanked whatever had halted them before my curiosity killed the cat.

***

It was the first of November, and the day of the Slytherin v. Gryffindor match- the first Quidditch match of the year. Of course, like all other things this year seemed to be, it was not destined to run smoothly. That had been clear since several nights earlier, when Pansy and Draco had taken it upon themselves to compose a taunting song to distract the new Gryffindor keeper, Ron Weasley. Apart from being totally immature and unnecessarily mean, it was quite clever really- the Weasleys made up a large portion of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and everyone knew Potter was basically a new addition to the family. If they could get them all riled up, a Slytherin victory was practically in the bag. I’m not sure the accompanying badges were necessary, however- and no, I did not sport one.

I appreciated the ingenuity. I didn’t appreciate how truly pathetic the whole campaign was. After several rousing choruses of Weasley Is Our King, and witnessing Weasley make some rather spectacular fails, I decided I’d had enough of Quidditch for the whole year. Standing up, I squeezed past Tracey and Pansy, who were so involved in singing that they didn’t even spare me a glance as I left. I shook my head as I walked quickly down the stairs of the stands, emerging at the bottom just in time to hear Lee Jordan shout: “AND POTTER’S CAUGHT THE SNITCH! IT’S OVER FOR THE SLYTHERINS!”

Silently, I was glad. Taunting the way to victory wasn’t my style- it was far too gauche. At the side of the stand, I had a close view of the bottom of the pitch. I didn’t hear the rest of what Lee Jordan was shouting, because I was too absorbed in what was happening with the players who had landed.

Potter appeared to have fallen off his broom, but he was okay. I heard Angelina Johnson saying something angrily about Crabbe, and I stepped a little closer to the pitch and craned my neck to listen. “He whacked that Bludger at you the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch-” she seemed to check her seeker was okay before continuing, “-but we won, Harry, we won!”

Closer to where I was standing, Draco Malfoy landed carefully. His face was white with fury and his body was shaking, but somehow he still managed to sneer cruelly at the other seeker- something pathetic about his chant. The other Gryffindor team members were landing close to Potter, triumphant and excited- all except their keeper, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and seemed to be making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone.

Still Malfoy went on, and I caught his words this time. “We wanted to write another couple of verses! But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly- we wanted to sing about his mother, see-” I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. Part of me wanted to leave immediately and head back for the castle, but I could sense that the situation was about to escalate and I was rooted to the spot. Johnson cast Malfoy a look of disgust, and he continued, pleased with her reaction. “We couldn’t fit in useless loser either- for his father, you know-“

At that moment, the Weasley twins had just moved over to Potter to celebrate, and their faces darkened as they realised what Draco was saying.

“Leave it!” Angelina cried at once, taking Fred by the arm. ''Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jumped-up little-”

Malfoy’s eyes glinted cruelly, targeting Potter again. “-But you like the Weasleys, don’t you, Potter?” he sneered. “Spend holidays there and everything?” I could see the anger building in the Weasley twins and Harry- the three of them stiffened, their expressions set. “Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasleys' hovel smells okay-”

My nose wrinkled. Honestly, I wondered how he couldn’t hear how utterly classless his words were.

At this point, Potter grabbed hold of George Weasley to hold him back, and it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy. Draco was laughing cruelly. I looked around to see if Madam Hooch was anywhere to be seen, but she was busy berating the brainless Crabbe for the illegal Bludger he’d thrown at Potter.

Malfoy who, as per usual, didn’t know when to stop, forged on with his taunts, leering and starting to back away. “Or perhaps, Potter, you can remember what your own mother’s house stank like, and Weasley’s pigsty reminds you of it-”

The mention of his own mother sent Potter over the edge, and he released the furious Weasley twin he had been holding. The two of them rounded on Malfoy, and I was aware of shouts from the other members of the Gryffindor team- shouts from the stands as well, as Harry Potter’s fist landed a hard blow into my housemate’s stomach. I winced.

George joined in too, and I was alarmed to see hands that had so kindly and politely passed me my trunk and held the door for me on the train act so violently. Draco yelled in pain, the crowd bellowed, whistles blew, and I heard the dull sound of skin thudding into skin. For a moment, I was frozen- disgusted by Draco’s abuse but shocked by the extreme response- until I regained control of my senses and realised I was the only one close enough to do something about what was happening. I drew my wand and yelled, “Impedimenta!”, knocking the boys away from one another. Madam Hooch appeared, gave me a nod of recognition, and then screamed at the Quidditch players. I turned and started back towards the castle.

The Slytherins had begun to pour out of the stands. “Filthy stinking blood traitors- they’re like fucking animals! And that Potter needs locking up!” Pansy raged, pushing her past several people, likely to get a better view of Malfoy. As far as I was aware, he was still lying on the floor, crumpled and bleeding, moaning softly.

I shook my head, still shocked by what I’d seen. I walked back slowly, avoiding the main path so that other students could mill past me, with my hands tucked inside my robes and my scarf tightly wound around my neck. When I reached the edge of the lake, and the beginning of the steep incline towards the castle, I stopped, and studied the murky waters. Generally, I liked to take my time when heading back up to the castle anyway- not only was it a bit of a trek, but the longer I waited the calmer the atmosphere would generally be by the time I reached the dungeons. There was a smattering of large rocks at the lakeshore, some at the perfect height for sitting upon, and I clambered onto one to have a moment of peace.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

alright, here we go. I'm going to start off by addressing the elephant in the room: we're going to get to article 69 in this batch and I hope to god it's something funny. anyway, on with the show.

article 61: "I was a housekeeper for a wealthy family... and I was shocked by what I learnt about the super-elite" by Luke Mintz at the Telegraph. I LOVE when people snitch on their wealthy former employees, the messier and bitchier the better... and honestly? this isn't nearly messy or bitchy enough.

article 62: "The Privilege of Mediocrity" by Adam Brant over at our beloved NYTimes, delving into who gets to make just-fine or worse art and still build a career (white men, mostly) and why the pressure to be exceptional is more than a little detrimental to creatives of color.

article 63: "The Im/possibility of Being a Queer Palestinian in America" by George Abraham at Them. the title rather undersells the particular difficulties Abraham discusses of being proudly Palestinian in American queer spaces, where the notion of "community" is tested and queer complacency in colonialism becomes all too clear.

article 64: "'Only Lovers Left Alive' is the Most Romantic Take on Eternal Love" by Chingy Nea for MEL Mag. I haven't actually seen this movie, but I definitely should. it's about the fluids.

article 65: "A Profession Is Not a Personality" by Arthur C. Brooks at the Atlantic. damn skippy it's not! if I have learned ANYTHING over this godawful pandemic it's that work sucks and the goal of adulthood should really be working as little as possible at the job you hate the least in order to finance shit you actually care about. that's where it's at.

article 66: "Harry Styles Saves Me From Transphobia: A Wattpad Dialectic" by Sam Taub at the Rumpus. truly on god, jesus, and the holy ghost I don't know how to categorize what I just read here. but I think it's beautiful.

(for those who find it interesting, we've backtracked into September 2021 now.)

article 67: "Lily Alexandre believes in better online communities" by Aviva Majerczyk at the Concordian. a perfectly respectable intro/overview of one of my favorite new youtube finds of the last year, but again, you could also just go watch Lily Alexandre's videos instead of reading this.

article 68: "White and Whimsical: The Reformation of Fashion's History" by Nandi Howard at Bitch. being a white American is like... every day you learn how another seemingly innocuous thing that you've never thought twice about was actually shaped by the nightmare of slavery, somehow. today that thing is prairie dresses, which I've always thought were kind of un-cute but couldn't have possibly guessed sprang from the kind of dresses enslaved Black women used in the 18th century to give their limited clothing options more style and personality. and now they're sold at Urban Outfitters!

article 69, which I strongly suspect is not actually going to be funny at all: "We Need to Talk About Black Kids and Speech Therapy" by Jazmin Towe at Romper. okay so. do you remember what I was literally JUST saying about just perpetually finding out that anti-Blackness is in just goddamn everything? surprise, it's in speech therapy. specifically it's in the overwhelming majority of speech therapists being white and Black children being among the least likely to get speech therapy, to deleterious results in most classrooms.

article 70: "Being a Parent in the Restaurant Industry Shouldn’t Be This Hard" by Lydia Kiesling at Bon Appetit, which I no longer respect enough to bother typing with an accented e. justice for Sohla and all that. anyway, this article is an expansive piece into the struggle of restaurant workers of all stripes to raise children in a demanding industry with few safety nets. parents struggle to find and afford childcare that accommodate nighttime schedules, female chefs are forced to drop out of the business to look after their children at an exponentially higher rate than their male counterparts, and working from home is utterly impossible, placing severe limitations on the kind of people able to excel or even work comfortably in the field. damn, BA - it sure does suck when people are unable to advance in their career for unfair reasons beyond their control, doesn't it?

reading every article in my twitter likes part 3

part one part two

took a break to bake some cookies and read a few chapters of Darcie Little Badger's new YA novel, but now it's back to the grind. for those of you playing along at home, I've made it as far back as my likes from early November 2021.

article 41: "Twitter Is The Worst Reader" by noted Fonda Lee on the twitterish tendency to assume the worst of everyone - particularly women, people of color, and other marginalized folks - at all times. of particular note is this scathing observation of twitter mobs demanding apologies from the targets of their harassment: "Never in the history of Twitter have I ever seen an apology be accepted or actually reduce the abuse leveled. One hundred percent of the time, they are dissected for inadequacy and insincerity, held up as proof of the offender’s malicious intent all along, and used as kindling to further fan the flames."

pried from behind the cold and unforgiving paywall of the New York Times it's article 42: "The Mark Zuckerberg Aesthetic" by Amanda Hess. I'm so tired of this utterly banal cyberpunk dystopia. there's not even any neon. and I would rather swallow a live iguana than ever have to interact with Zuck's shitty little metaverse.

article 43: "We Were Too Stupid for Jennifer's Body" by twitter user @/SamFateKeeper. did NOT expect this to talk so much about post-9/11 conservatism but I love the journey I've been taken on.

anyway probably should have mentioned that we've crossed the line back into tweets from October 2021.

article 44: "Thackery Binx is not Trans Masc, Sorry, and Neither is Rufio, or the Concept of Jonathan Taylor Thomas" from Julian K. Jarboe's substack. what a buckwild analysis of... something? characters that transmasc dudes of a certain age tend to project onto? also just a fantastic series of digs at poor useless Thackery Binx.

article 45: "New roots: Black musicians and advocates are forging coalitions outside the system" by Jewly Hight at NPR (our first NPRticle!). incredibly exciting to discover so many of my faves in this article - Amythyst Kiah! Yola!! Lizzie No!!! - discussing the way they've fought for space in a genre so heavily dominated by white artists. also a lot of cool new names to know - go listen to Roberta Lea n o w.

you guys are not gonna believe this but article 46 is ANOTHER entry from Ijeoma Oluo's substack. this time it's "All Of the Outrage You Could Ever Want." it's about "cancel culture," it's about accountability, it's about hierarchies of perceived value, you know the drill.

article 47: back to BuzzFeed for another article by Scaachi Koul, "Emily Ratajkowski’s New Book Tests The Limits Of Self-Awareness." an unsurprising and very fair criticism of Ratajkowski's essay collection, which I am still very much looking forward to reading based on my great appreciation of her September 2020 essay in New York Mag about experiences with an exploitative photographer. I don't need to her to solve the conundrum of benefitting from her objectification; I'm content to pick a stranger's brain.

article 48: speaking New York Mag, we've got "You Can Still Say 'Woman' But You Shouldn't Stop There" by Irin Carmon. I've never in my life seen such an impressive collection of pissbaby justifications for refusing to use inclusive language to talk about reproductive rights. grow up lmao.

article 49: everyone stop sharing that fake Bible verse about how Jesus was transmasc and read this article by Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg queering Joseph of the infamous technicolor dreamcoat.

article 50 (can you BELIEVE I've done 50 of these? 40 of which I've read over the course of a single Saturday?): the intriguingly titled "The Politics of 'Jewface'" by Rebecca Pierce at Jewish Currents. an almost undeservedly thoughtful response to some comments that, at a guess, Sarah Silverman did not think about for more than approximately 0.003 seconds before making.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Blind To What's In Front Of You

by WhatsOnMyMind What happens when Wally gets separated at the worst time possible, in the heat of the Thanagarian invasion? What happens when his rogue gallery, in a spur-of-the-moment decision, save him from being spotted again, not knowing that they were rescuing their annoying archnemesis in the process? How can Wally sneak away while injured and under the adamant refusal of his rogues, who believe he'll snitch to either the league or the bird people their location? Today's turning out to be an interesting adventure, much to Wally's exasperated chagrin. ___   or; during the Thanagar invasion, Flash needs to use the washroom at the worst time possible, gets knocked out, ends up in the reluctant hospitality of his rogues, and spends the rest of his time desperately trying to reach his team while keeping his secret identity just that Words: 4276, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Wally West, Flash (DCU), John Stewart (DCU), Green Lantern, J'onn J'onzz, Diana (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, James Jesse, Superman, Martian Manhunter, Leonard Snart, Batman, George "Digger" Harkness, Sam Scudder, Mick Rory, Shayera Hol, Hawkgirl (DCU) Relationships: Rogues (The Flash) & Wally West, Justice League & Wally West, John Stewart & Wally West Additional Tags: Episode: s02e24-e26 Starcrossed (Justice League & Justice League Unlimited), Secret Identity, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Wally West-centric, Wally West is The Flash, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Humor, Self-Indulgent, idk where this came from, Not Beta Read, we die like wally west in young justice, or do we via https://ift.tt/218A9VD

[wrong-wand]

Supporting Oliver Wood - part 2

Ship: Oliver Wood x reader

a/n ;; Alrighty, this is part 2, i don't think anyone is exactly looking for a part 3 - but if you do, send the request in baby!

And i am totally stoked and excited cause i’ve been getting soon many notifications with the last two Weasley one shots i did! The George one shot - here - just blew up! And you guys are still enjoying that Ron one i did ages ago -here. 

If you want more like that - or even other parts to those, you know what to do! Anyway, on to the imagine!

Imagine the entire Gryffindor team listening to you scream threats at your boyfriend from the stands - well, above the stands; they could also see you screaming threats at your boyfriend from above the stands, the flying carpet from third year forever making its appearance at the quidditch games. You, Dean Thomas, and Ginny Weasley all sat on the giant levitating carpet, Ginny laying with her head by the crook of where your thighs met your torso and her legs curled on Dean’s lap. You and Dean were holding a giant enchanted hand drawn lion flag - also courtesy of Professor flitwick of, course with more permission from Dumbledore - but, the sad thing about it was the lion was no longer even interested in the game; having gone on for so long, it was  choosing to bat at a bee that seemed to have taken an interest in the colours of the sign rather than the actual game it was even created for…

“DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME?!” Sadly, instead of distracting your boyfriend, it only provided a distraction for the Weasley twins, as they took a break from ‘bludgering’ the opposing team to come and chat - since the game seemed to be going nowhere.

“Shame in what?”

“I do say Gred, what shame could we possibly bring to Gryffindor?”

“That’s what i was thinking Feorge, especially when we’re leading with 130 points!”

Glancing over at Dean before you both leaned forward to look up at the bored lion, the twins followed your line of sight before wincing and flying off.

“Okay, you make a fair point. Oi, Harry!”

“Harry, mate! Find the snitch! If you don’t hurry, people are gonna leave the stands!”

“I’m pretty sure our lion would if he could; even he’s lost interest in us!”

After your lion banner decidedly took a nap, and harry caught the snitch - your boyfriend joined you in his room to spend some well deserved one on one time - studying. Watching as you scribbled on piece after piece of paper, Oliver sat down behind you watching as you continue jotting down notes, hints, and tips on how to stop a mandrake from screaming when without dirt. number one on the list being ‘kill ‘em’ - written in deep red with arrows and little sparks with clashing swords around it.

“Maybe murder isn’t the best way to handle a mandrake, love.” your boyfriend confided from behind you rolling onto the bed to lie back with his arms behind his head and relax. As your boyfriend whistled behind you, you couldn't help but feel distracted.

“Olli?” glancing back at your boyfriend quickly you caught a glimpse of the now lazy Oliver Wood as he attempted to doze off on his bed, laying horizontally across it and whistling the theme song tune to the kids show The Bowtruckle in the Bowtie - a couple of crumpled parchment papers and frazzled quills scattered around him.

“Yes love?”

“You know my report is due tomorrow morning, correct?”

Flailing, you attempted to get your balance back and not topple off the edge of the bed as your boyfriend vaulted off like a rocket - or maybe a Weasley firecracker.

“Oliver!” you screeched as you stabilized yourself on the mattress, watching your boyfriend tear the room apart.

“It's probably still soaked in ink from yesterday!”

“Oli what are you ta-“

“Sprout is gonna kill me!”

“Olive-“ you watched him freeze as he turned to you once again, pulling at his hair.

“Oh Merlin, no, no no, oh no she’ll probably feed me to one of those wizard-eating plants!”

“Oliver?”

“You know that big red one in the back of the greenhouse with the giant jagged teeth and the orange tongue? Not the one with the little blue tongue. Merlin [y/n] It's tongue is as thick as my calves and it’s got a bigger Adam’s apple then my elbow! It could probably swallow a man whole! It’s most certainly tall enough to snatch a quidditch player out of the sky with ease! Oh merlin, I’m a quidditch player… and we just defeated Hufflepuff… MERLIN’S DRAGON’S ARSE I'M SCREWED!”

“OLIVER WOOD!”

Your boyfriend turned to you, his face, ears and neck a bright red from his session of panicking and imaginative death scenarios.

“You handed it in yesterday Oliver…”

Your boyfriend blinked at you owlishly before dropping his gaze to the ground and trudging back over to his bed before flopping onto his stomach and covering his head with his dark red pillows.

“Oliver?”

“leave me to die alone and stupid.”

“I can’t do that,” you replied to your boyfriend as you continue to scribble about mandrakes onto your parchment  “you’re going to have to die with company.”

“Rude….”

.

.

.

.

“Is it’s tongue actually that thick?”

“Yes, why?”

“Do you think it could swallow a mandrake whole?”

“No, [y/n], you are not putting that in your report!”

“Do you think you’d still be able to hear it screaming?”

“[Y/N]!”

“Fine! No murder!”

[im-not-here-for-you]

hamilton characters during class

washington: the snitch

hamilton: kicking jefferson under the table

laurens: poking ham

lafayette: eating a baguette

mulligan: listening to other people's conversations

jefferson: sticking little pieces of tape on ham's back

aaron burr: studying

angelica: arguing with ham

eliza: drawing hearts on post-it notes

maria: crying on the floor

phillip: showing ham his poems

charles lee: hiding in the bathroom

samuel seabury: trying to start a debate

james madison: in the cafeteria

adams: sharpening everyone's pencils

george: singing for the class

peggy: in the corner

[whatdimissmotherfuckers]

That’s all I need

THIS IS A SERIES CALLED “MAYBE THAT’S THE PROBLEM” PART 1

Word count: 2103 Pairing: Philip x Reader Au: Highschool Au Summary: You tell your friends about the embarassing night with Philip and then you get embarassed again. !!!MASTER OF SUMMARIES Warnings: hella lot of swearing, Nothing else I think. Note: This took way too long. I’m sorry. But not for the haters. I’m sorry for the cute anons who wanted a second part. The third one will come much faster, I hope. I’m sorry that this is mostly dialogue, but its not that short. So, I drew the people appearing in this chapter right here. Does anyone wanna see my Richard Price too? Btw, I really love the characters here, even though they don’t really appear in Hamilton, I know. But like, the way I wrote them and imagine them, they are really fun to write! Who would be down for a Georges or a Richard fic? Okay, enough of the chit chat. Here comes more of Maybe that’s the problem!

“Yes that’s the whole story.”

“This is why you skipped school yesterday?” Theodosia stared at you with widened eyes, slamming her palms against the table.

“Not so fucking loud, Theo. He could see me”, you muttered, trying to hide behind the history book you were holding upside down. Your eyes glimpsed over to the table across the cafeteria, where Philip was sitting with his clique. If you wanted to prevent one thing, it was a sudden encounter with him. 

“I had the same reaction, Theo. I mean. It could’ve been worse right? You could’ve slept with him”, Abigail added, while she poured steaming hot coffee into her cup, making you inhale the aromatic scent.

Just as you wanted to defend yourself, somebody plumped down their tray right next to you, making you jump in surprise, before you looked up. It was John Quincy Adams, Abigail’s brother. Seating next to you, he curiously wiggled his eyebrows.

“Who slept with whom?”, he asked her sister. The amused smirk on his face spoke volumes. “Nobody”, you interfered, before Abigail could say anything you probably didn't want to hear. “Can we just drop the subject?”, you asked annoyed, tapping your foot. Theo shrugged. “Hey, you started it. Not my fault John got wind!”, she pointed out with a sharp undertone to her voice. John twisted his mouth. “(Y/N), I need to know this, don't  be such a tease”, he pleaded, resulting you in letting out a defeated sigh. “If I do, I'm gonna fucking regret this, Quince”, you explained, sinking deeper into your seat. “Probably. Now tell me what's up.”

He started fidgeting around, and shoved the tray with food further away. “God, I hate this crap.” making a dismissive gesture with his hands, his blue eyes were laying on you. “John. You're such a douche. The food is not that bad.”, Theo complained, inspecting the dishes further, before stealing the dessert of his plate. “I've wiped my butt with better stuff. You can have it”, he insisted,  before Nudging you in the side. “Please, (Y/N)”, John drawled out your name.”We're friends! I'm honestly a bit offended right now.”

Well, probably the first right thing he said this week. Despite his lack of empathy and decency, you enjoyed his presence because of snide comments and his honesty, even though you couldn't stand him at first. But eventually, and maybe because of Abigail, you both grew close friends.

The problem was, that he would laugh at you if you told him what really happened. You didn't blame him, if it wasn't so embarrassing, you would've laughed at yourself too.  But today this was really all you could take. “God. If I’m going to tell you, two rules. You can't laugh and you can't tell anybody”, you stated with  narrowed eyes.

“I'm all ears”, John claimed, crossing his arms. For the third time this day, you talked about the Saturday evening, where you've embarrassed yourself in front of Philip,  but left out the awkward breakfast together with him. Before you could even finish your story,  John had already burst into a laugh and propped himself up against the table. You shot him an irritated glare, but it wasn't any good.

Abigail interrupted him, deciding she needed to have the last words. “So now Y/N is crushing horribly on the boy, but also tries to hide before him,  because of reasons I don't understand.” Indignant, you chided in. “Fuck you, Nabby! Also, you were the one saying that he's a huge player!”  “Yeah, but he usually fucks the girls before they sleep in his bed! So maybe I was wrong”, she hollered, and you lowered your head behind the book. “Not so fucking loud! You don’t need to get so aggressive”,you hissed, fixing your eyes on the handsome boy, who was still cluelessly talking with his friends. A sigh escaped from your whole group of friends. With a groan, John stretched.

“Honestly, if that whole story is true, then he probably cares about you. And stop painting him like a villain. I've known him for a bit now, and he's pretty chill. The only thing that’s annoying, is his father.” John's words made you curious,  even though you didn't want to be. Shifting a little closer towards your friend, you digged further into the subject. “What about him?” He gave you a confused look and frowned. “Uhm…  You know, Alexander Hamilton. The man who published his own affair.”

A gasp escaped your lips, and  you glimpsed over to Philip one more time. “That was, before I came to this school, right?”, you asked, tapping thoughtfully against the table.

“Yup”, John confirmed. “ He used to be a bit different way then. Way more open, but just as bold as now. Now he just uses every other weekend as an excuse to get drunk. Or high. Or both.” “I see.”

The four of you spent the rest of the lunch break talking about vanities,but your mind was still occupied with Philip Hamilton. You didn't want to admit it, but he had indeed caught your attention, and you really wanted to get to know him.

Maybe you should give his next party another visit.

“(Y/N).”, the teacher warned you suddenly, putting an end to your daydream. These were the last two lessons of the day, making you even more unconcentrated. “But Mr. Miranda, I wasn’t even doing anything”, you defended yourself, before straightening your back to sit upright. Your Teacher looked at you unimpressed, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, that's the point. You’re not contributing in this class at all.”, he complained, before clapping his hands. “Okay, we will have a little break everyone, John, please open the windows.”

Your classmate got up to do like he was told to, while the others starting to engage in some small conversations around you, but you didn't feel like talking.  You still couldn't  sort your thoughts and it confused you. What was so interesting about Philip that you couldn’t get him out of your mind? Absorbed in your own thoughts, you started scribbling down on your notepad. You didn’t really know what you were going for, and since your drawing skills were barely average, you didn’t pay much attention to it.

Suddenly, the door of the classroom flew open, and a black mop of hair peeked inside. It was Richard Price, also lovingly called “Dick”, and the best friend of Philip. A sigh escaped your lips. What could he possibly want? But your question was answered faster than you could’ve wished for, as Philip himself walked through the door, a giant bouquet of red roses in his hands.

Without hesitation, he made his way straight to your desk, shoving the bunch of flowers into your hands. A cocky grin was laying on his lips, as he noticed how you started to blush, and he clicked his tongue. Meanwhile, Richard was giving you a once-over and appeared to be unimpressed. “What’s up, Girl?” You could kill Philip for being this laid-back,since he was interrupting a class right now. Mr. Miranda didn’t seem to notice though. As you glimpsed at your teacher, he was violently writing into a small notepad.

“School, obviously. How did you find out where I have class?”, you tried to keep your composure, but on the inside you were screaming. You had never received flowers in your life, and certainly not in this flamboyant way. “I didn’t.”, Philip claimed, making you raise your eyebrows. That didn’t make any sense. “You?”  You addressed Richard, while your eyes were wandering over to him and back to Philip.

“Me neither. I don’t even know you.” The boy claimed, shrugging innocently. Scratching your temple in confusion, you started to contemplate whether they were just messing with you, as someone joined the conversation.

“I told them.” You gasped, as you recognized the voice of John Quincy behind you, who admitted, that he was the one. With widened eyes and filled with indignation, you turned around to him and kicked against one of his shins, making him whimper. “Quince, I thought better of you”, you hissed, as Philip placed an arm around you shoulder. “Come on, he didn’t even tell me your name. So he’s not that huge of a snitch”, Philip reassured you, before stopping in his tracks. “But you could, right now”, he suggested, winking at you.  Furrowing your brows, you shook your head and pushed away his arm, but your fingers lingered a little bit too long on his before you did so. “And why would I? We don’t even know each other”, you said, even though you were already fantasizing about a date with him.

That’s when Richard  joined your conversation, suggesting that you both could get to know each other...on a date. “I don’t know”, you muttered, playing hard to get. Two pair of eyes were staring at you intimidatingly. “I mean, why should I?”, you asked, but immediately regretted it, as John spitted out the gulp of water he had just taken all over the floor. “Jesus Christ, just fucking agree, you’ll be fine, you fucking asshole. We all know you would love to go on date with him, so fuck your “playing hard to get strategy!”, he cursed aggressively, before wiping the water of your table.

At first, you wanted to yell back at him, but then you paused for a minute.After rethinking all of your possibilities, your last thought was “whatever”, which was probably not the most intelligent choice you could make, but here you were.

“One date!”, you clarified, pointing you finger and Philip nodded, slowly lowering himself to you, to caress your cheek. “I won’t be needing more, cherie”, he assured you, and you felt your cheeks flush in an instant. Hastily, you swatted away his hand and he backed away, chuckling slightly. Before he continued to speak, he exchanged a meaningful glance with Richard.

“Okay, so what do you wanna do?”, Philip asked, while running a hand through his curly hair. “Oh.” You hadn’t thought of that yet. What do people usually do on dates. “Like...Going to a movie or something?”, you hesitantly answered and you could see the amusement in both of the boys eyes. “Well. I mean, if you want. We could also go to the theatre or I could book a dinner cruise-”

“What?” You almost choked, interrupting him. Your eyes were widened in surprise, before an expression of disbelief unfolded on your face. Of course, you couldn’t possibly agree to something so expensive, you would owe him for the rest of your life. Shaking your head, you tried not to be impolite. “N-no, no, no.  Let’s.. Let me just visit you..at your home”, you stuttered awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. Your counterpart shrugged, leaning against your table.

“If you want to. Friday?”, he suggested and you slowly tilted you head to the side. “Hm, I don’t know… I have a lot to do on Friday, what about Saturday?”, you explained in a questioning tone. Richard rolled his eyes in annoyance, groaning slightly. Noticing his behaviour, you raised an eyebrow. Had you said something wrong? “My parties are saturdays”, Philip clarified, and you act as if you understood the importance of that.

“Okay. Then...Friday I guess”, you muttered, fidgeting around in your seat.  Philip nodded with a pleased smile on his lips, before grabbing something from your desk, it was the notepad you had drawn on a few minutes ago. Without any hesitation, he ripped out a sheet and showed it to Richard, who stowed the scrap of paper in his jacket after laughing at it.

“Thanks for drawing me”, he said, winking at you. And with that, he left together with Richard, leaving you like the complete mess you were, completely embarrassed and your face buried into the roses he had given to you. You were about to calm down, as you just now noticed that everybody was staring at you like you were some kind of alien.

Sinking deeper into your seat, you hoped Mr. Miranda wouldn’t comment on the situation, and he didn’t. Instead, he waggled his eyebrows at you, which made the circumstances only worse. Thankfully, the teacher continued the lesson a few moments after, but you still felt like nobody was actually paying attention.

Even John, who sat beneath, was glimpsing awfully lot over to you, and at one point, you nudged your elbow into his ribs. “Ouch, what was that for?”, he mumbled quietly, not trying to get the attention of your teacher, but you repeated the action as an answer.

“Everything, Quince.”