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the kaleidoscope theory: l.hamilton.
⢠pairing: lewis hamilton x kalani halloway.
⢠chapter warnings: infidelity.
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PROLOGUE
JUNE 2022.
The Thompson Hill youth football club the âThompson Tigersâ had won their away match against another local rival team so their energies were still high as the group of young teenagers congregated in the Nandoâs restaurant. The team took space at the back of the building but their table had a good view of the high street outside.
âHow can you call yourself a Nigerian but youâre ordering lemon and herb?!â Tyrique, the goal-keeper of the team, criticised Michael - one of the defenders. âYouâre a disgrace to your ancestors.â
âFirst of all! Iâm half-Nigerian and two, not all of us were born with the devilâs arsehole for a mouth.â The remark caused an eruption of laughter throughout the restaurant.
Emil, who had been quiet in his corner with one headphone covering his ear just chuckled to himself and shook his head as he turned back his attention to the video that was playing on his phone. The footage was of him at the recent match. He had scored twice, his last one being the deciding the goal of the match.
It was something that he was proud of but there had been too many missed opportunities but the rival team had put on a good defence and were quite aggressive with their offence. However, he felt like he could have done more. If he was going to get scouted, he needed to be better.
âRight Emil, what am I getting you lad?â The Thompson Tigersâ head coach. Raymond Wright asked the young boy.
âErm, just a quarter hot spice chicken with spicy rice and coleslaw . Refill drink please.â Emil ordered his food.
âAny desert for the man of the match?â Emil felt his cheeks warm at the statement. Everyone had agreed that he had deserved the badge of honour. Throughout the entirety of the match, Emil was the man lifting the spirits of the other players, keeping them going.
âNo, Iâm okay. Thanks coach.â the older man patted his shoulder and then walked towards the counter. As Emil turned his attention back to his phone, a message popped up.
Mum â¤ď¸: Coach just sent me videos of the match! You smashed it honey and Iâm so proud of you! Iâm sorry that we couldnât make it. But I will be making your favourite food tonight. Love you baby boy.
The message caused him to smile. His mother was always expressive and she did not care that he found it a little embarrassing and cringe, especially when they were out together in public.
He quickly typed a response back.
Emil: Thank you mum you only missed this one match and thatâs only because Titi is sick. As long as I get the most plantain on my plate, weâll be okay.
Exiting the message thread, he clicked on the thread that he shared with his father. The last message that he had received from his dad was in the morning and it was a google luck text. Emil was a little disheartened but he knew that once his father knew about the results of the match, he would reach out.
Emil shook his head as he locked his phone and took his headphones off so that he could join in conversation with the rest of the team.
Coach and a couple of teammates returned to the table with some refill glasses and cutlery. Emil was focused on cleaning his fork and knife when his name was called out.
âWassup?â He acknowledged his teammate, Jamal, who had called out to him.
âIsnât that your dad?â He used his head to indicate towards the window. Outside on the high street was a parked uber and outside of the vehicle stood a man. Emil observed the man. The manâs back wasnât particularly large, he was just tall. The back of his shoulders stretched out the fabric of the fitted suit and it was in a colour that was typical of the navy blue colour that his father would wear for work. Whilst Emil took after his motherâs rich dark skin - his father was more of a lighter brown that, when it got too hot, he would tan.
And it wasnât until Emil spotted a tattoo of a small bird behind the manâs ear did it full recognise in his brain that the figure was his father.
Without a further thought, Emil shot out of his seat and rushed towards the exit of the restaurant without a care. His dad was outside and the joy riddling his young body was uncontainable. Months of not having his father not being able to turn up for any of his games, him making that extra effort when his mother was home bound with his little sister meant the world to him.
He swung the door of the restaurant open and only slowed down to cross the road, Emil ran over. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks and frowned in confusion at the sight a few feet ahead of him.
Just a few steps in font of him, Emil watched as his father, not even turn to face him, but to open his arms as a woman get out of the fashion boutique they were standing in front of. It was a woman he recognised but in that moment, Emil could not put a name to it.
The woman jumped in his fatherâs arms and embrace him the way that he had witnessed his mother do so many time before. Emilâs brain was trying to catch up with what was happening but his body was already reacting.
He felt his heart pinch with an acute pain that made it harder for him to breathe. Then tears began to well behind his eyes as the pain was becoming too much as the confusion mounted.
And yet, it wasnât until his father kissed the woman did that confusion and hurt manifested into a deep betrayal and a furious anger.
His quick feet propelled him forward until he felt his hands pushed against the bodies of the adults, breaking them apart.
âWhat the fuck Dad!â He yelled as the older man stared down at him with a panicked look washing over his face.
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my hot take of the day is that paul doesnât not like musicals. i donât know how itâs taken me 5+ years to come to this conclusion, but hear me out. i rewatched tgwdlm twice this weekend and my brain is vibrating on paul matthews frequency. my soul is one with his. my hypothesis wraps up everything thatâs bothered me about paulâs character in a neat little bow: paul likes musicals, even if he doesnât think he does.
the jokes have been circulating from the start, how paul knows the words to moana better than anyone else, how he has seen every musical mentioned in the show (he didnât directly say heâs seen hamilton and mamma mia, but he at the very least knows the difference in the pop cultural relevance of the two). paul claims that he was forced to see godspell and brigadoon, but that doesnât account for the other shows heâs seen, one of which heâs canonically watched enough times to know the words better than his coworkers/the average musical-hating ccrp employee.
iâve heard speculation that paul goes to see every musical just to criticize it. but i donât think thatâs the case. i think paul has repressed his love of musicals. maybe he thinks he hates them, and thinks he watches them to critique them, but deep down heâs lying to himself and he knows it.
this is evidenced by âlet it out,â specifically the lines: âiâve become what i hated / or maybe i never did.â unlike the first verse, where thereâs a clear distinction between the lines sung by paul vs pokey, i find it much more difficult to tell whoâs singing in the second verse. i imagine this was an intentional acting choice on jonâs part, symbolizing that as pokey gets a firmer grip on paul he has access to more of his repressed memories, feelings, and desires. his words become more seamlessly infused with paulâs real thoughts. he identifies that paul has never hated musicals and makes him acknowledge it to himself and the audience.
so what caused paul to repress his love of musicals? he tells us directlyâthe moment that made him hate musicals was when he was bussed over to hatchetfield high to watch their production of brigadoon, because sycamore didnât have a theater program. look, there is No Way that the entire student body of sycamore high was bussed over to see brigadoon: first, it would have been after school hours, and impossible (or at least a very strange thing) to make mandatory; second, the average high school production is, what, 2-4 nights? no way there would have been enough seats for all of sycamore; third, arranging the bus situation would have been far too inconvenient and expensive. i could go on, but my point is, going to see brigadoon was a voluntary action on high schooler!paulâs part. my guess is that it was only the students who actively wanted to be in a theater program who were taken to see brigadoon. that leads me to the conclusion: paul was an aspiring theater kid in high school, and you canât tell me otherwise.
it was the experience of watching emma and the hatchetfield high kids perform brigadoon, longing to be onstage with them in the spotlight, and knowing he wasnât going to get that opportunity in high school that made him start repressing his love of musicals. but (and i donât have evidence for this, itâs just speculation) itâs post-high school, when he realized he was never going to get to be in a musical, that sealed that commitment to repression. whether he went to college and auditioned and didnât get any roles for lack of practice, or joined the workforce and got his dream crushed out of him by the monotony of ccrp, paul distanced himself from the object of his desire by pretending that, actually, he never really wanted it. he pretended so hard he started to believe it. he began watching musicals âironically.â he listened to the moana soundtrack because he âliked making fun of it.â heâd ârather do anythingâ than go watch mamma mia. he was âforcedâ to see godspell, and he âhated it.â godspell, more like god-awful, amirite?
(and donât get me started on the little we see of him in black fridayâwhat do you mean you donât like those âmusical commercials,â paul?? are you trying to say the kars 4 kids jingle is comparable to a full-length musical?? do you not listen to music at all, paul??? or are you overgeneralizing your hatred of musicals to cover your ass?? yet you can sing when you realize itâs possibly the final minutes of your life and thereâs no hope to be found but in song? answer me paul. ANSWER ME.)
iâve seen it hypothesized that pokey gives each character what they want before he kills them. paul is no exception. paul finally gets what he wants: to be in a musical. not just to be in a musical, but to play the leading role. to sing before an audience. to be the hero, sacrificing himself to save the day. i think itâs possible that, if ever paul genuinely stops liking musicals, itâs after pokeyâs invasion begins. i mean, i certainly would stick to silent films for the rest of my life after getting caught up in that, so i donât blame him. paulâs panic is visceral in every song sequenceâbut itâs not because he doesnât like musicals, itâs for the obvious reason that Holy Fuck Something Is Wrong With These People Think About The Implications.
this has turned into an absolute essay, so tl;dr: paul likes musicals. if anything, paul loves musicals. paul was so broken by his inability to be in musicals as a kid that he made himself believe he hated them so all the missed opportunities would hurt less. all of the overexaggerated musical hating that we see on screen is overcompensation. he can fool the audience. he can fool himself. he can even fool me for 5+ years. but he canât fool pokey.
#i connected the dots#(you didnât connect shit)#I CONNECTED THEM#iâm not saying iâm right iâm just saying it ties up loose ends for me#and this version of paul is so much more tragic#anyway i suddenly have a great idea for a fanfiction#paul matthews#tgwdlm#starkid#black friday#pokotho#hatchetfield
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you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to đľ đś
rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!
Tagged by @prodigalleverage, who is a complete sweetheart for always indulging my love of music related asks đđđ
Zubeidaa - Main Albeli
Justin Bieber - Friends ft. Bloodpop
Arijit Singh - Kabira (MTV Unplugged)
Aly & AJ - I Know
Hamilton - Non Stop
Padmavaat - Ek Dil Ek Jaan
Mere Brother Ki Dulhan - Dhunki
Alex Gaudino - Iâm In Love (I Wanna Do It)
Hamilton - Meet Me Inside
Caroline Polachek - Pang
McFly - Star Girl
1942: A Love Story - Ek Ladki Ko Dekha To Aisa Laga
Charli XCX - Track 10
Wo er all
Khakee - Wada Raha
The Wombats - Kill the Director
Doja Cat - Bo$$ Bitch
Mitski - Best American Girl
Blackstreet - No Diggity
Doli Saja Ke Rakhna - Bol Sajni Mori Sa
This was fun! I forgot I had downloaded wo er all (one of those youtube edits of Oasisâ Wonderwall where every other beat is missed). Where the song is from a Bollywood movie, Iâve put the movie name instead of the artist(s).
Iâm going to tag some random people in this, from my activity and people whoâs URLs I can recall (not even sure Iâm mutuals with a bunch of these): @benjisvictor, @ghostlyben, @magicinbardsong, @caecilius-est-pater, @chimbuckleys, @kajamitt, @paranoidbean, @novemberhush, @tkandbuck and @haileymatthewss. Obviously, if youâre not tagged above and want to do this, just say I tagged you :)
#tag game#music#thanks ac#as always i'm disappointed that only 7 of these are bollywood but hey ho#hamilton popped up twice so who knows
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WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT PH1LZA (or Why Philza is a Victim of Narrative Circumstance)
Heyo! Per request I am posting the script to my video of the same name here on tumblr. I must warn you that just reading the script will probably not give you the full experience, so I would encourage you to watch the video (linked above).
There might also still be a lot of grammatical errors in the text, because I donât proofread.
Intro
LAST TIME ON LUCEM FERTO
Okay, so! I donât want this to turn into a reaction channel OR a Dream SMP channel for that matter! [echo]
Well, I lied.
[Intro to âLuc is pretentious about the funny blockmen. Episode 2â]
I swear, Iâm working on other stuff. Itâs just that my dumb lizard brain has only capacity for one interest at a time!
So, something you might not know about me, is that I am on tumblr â who am I kidding, most of you will know me from tumblr. Before starting this whole YouTube thing, I thought that website died years ago â but as per usual reality proves me wrong. Iâm also on Twitter and Reddit, but I get the most engagement on tumblr â by far! â and I need those sweet, sweet numbers for the serotonin!
Anyways, one of my favourite past-times on tumblr is to razz Philza Hardcore Minecraft â thatâs his full name â for being a frankly awful father [clicking away] â wait, wait, no! Philza fans, this isnât a hit piece on him, I promise! Please come back!
This is video is meant to be a companion piece to my previous video about Technoblade and the Doomsday event â you can tell by the shared nomenclature â so you should probably watch that one before you proceed. Unless you donât want to, which is also perfectly understandable.
DISCLAIMER: This video is mostly about the character Philza plays on the Dream SMP. Whenever I talk about the content creator Philza, I will say so properly. Also, Spoiler Warning for Dream SMP Season 2.
⌠What is that? Youâre wondering what the Dream SMP is? Well, if you had just watched the other video like I told you to do, you would know, because I explained it pretty well there. But in case you donât know, hereâs the cliff notes.
Dream SMP is the hottest New Media Series on Twitch right now! It has it all: gaslighting, child soldiers, Machiavellian political intrigue, Hamilton roleplay, desecration of the dead, shounen protagonists, SO! MUCH! AMNESIA! Filicide, furries, a red egg thatâs definitely homophobic and teenagers inventing nuclear warfare. And itâs all done in Minecraft â yes, the funny block game where the only way to emote is to crouch.
And you say the perfect brief doesnât exist!
Now, you might be wondering, why do I want to talk about this? Well, itâs because Content Creator Philza is one of least controversial internet personalities that I can think of. That man exudes pure comfort. So, itâs just very, very amusing to me that his character became one of the most controversial figures on the SMP, only outshone by Tommy and Technoblade.
And itâs not just amusing, itâs also extremely interesting! I want to dig deep to uncover and discuss the dynamics behind why that is. How did it come to this point? How did a man who appears genuinely so pleasant create a character that inspires so much discourse!
Now, if you watched that Technoblade video â like I told you to twice now! â you might know, that I am the resident character analyses hater of fandom! And that impression is false and slanderous! Donât tell other people that I hate character analyses! I love them!
Itâs just that, in the Dream SMP in particular, there is an abundance of character analyses! Every streamer has at least two very good essays written about them, exploring every possible angle to view their characters and backgrounds and everything. All Iâm saying is: I donât have anything to add on that front.
So, instead I want to pursue a different approach â something, that I feel is a bit underrepresented in the fandom! And Iâm not just talking narrative analysis â thatâs right, this episode weâre going even more pretentious! â Iâm talking Transtextual Analysis!
Now, what is Transtextuality? Well, unfortunately it has very little to do with actual Trans people â #transrights, just in case that wasnât obvious â but instead describes a mode of analysis with which to put â to quote French literary theorist GĂŠrard Genette â âthe text in a relationship, whether obvious or concealed, with other textsâ.
Basically, you know how the LâManburg War of Independence heavily quotes and borrows from the hit musical Hamilton? Thatâs transtextuality! A lot of the analyses surrounding how Tommy mirrors the Greek hero Theseus, who was invoked by Technoblade multiple times in the series, are already doing transtextual analysis! So, itâs really not something thatâs new to the Dream SMP fandom.
But how does this apply to Philza and how he is looked at and judged by his parental skills? Well, there are multiple forms of transtextuality, two of which we will discuss today.
But before we continue, I gotta do that annoying YouTuber thing. I know these videos donât look like much, but I spend a really long time making them. I work fulltime and I try my best to keep up, but sometimes I canât. So please, like, subscribe, comment to give me some algorithm juice â I really need it â and most importantly share it! Share it with your friends, share it with your family â Iâm sure Grandma is very interested in what I have to say about Philza Minecraft.
And Iâm trying to be better! If I sound at all different for this video, itâs because I finally bought a new pop filter, so I can hit my plosives without it sounding like thereâs a thunderstorm in my room. I hope it makes a difference; it was a very cheap pop filter, so maybe it doesnât. Maybe it sounds worse â that would be bad!
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, CHILD NEGLEGT!
 Intertextuality: Why is Dadza?
You know whatâs really interesting about the Dream SMP â aside from, you know, most things about it? Very few of the characters have concrete, fleshed-out backstories â and thatâs pretty weird! In no other medium or genre could you get away with something like that â at least for long-form storytelling!
So, how does Dream SMP get away with this? Well, itâs because every character on the Dream SMP is basically a self-insert â and I donât mean that in the âThis character is based on meâ-kinda way, but in the âThis character, for all intents and purposes, is me!â-way. This, like many things that are fascinating about the Dream SMP, is owed to the fact that this series didnât start off as a continuous drama â it started off as a Letâs Play.
And while we can talk about how someoneâs on-camera/on-mic persona is in some ways a character, itâs still miles off of being an actual, fully-realized, separate character in a storyline.
This is where Intertextuality comes in.
Intertextuality is a subset of Transtextuality. It describes how the hypertext, which is the text, youâre currently engaged with, uses another text, the hypotext, to supplement itself. The interconnection the hypertext establishes with the hypotext, through stuff like allusion for example, uh-hum [Hamilton], can colour how an audience interprets the hypertext. Basically, Hamilton and Theseus are the hypotexts; the Dream SMP is the hypertext.
So, what does this have to do with backstory? Simple: The backstories of the characters in the Dream SMP consist basically of nothing but intertextual references. Through intertextuality their content effectively substitutes their characterâs backstory.
You can see it everywhere. Wilburâs and Schlattâs relationship and rivalry is hugely enriched, if you are aware of their shared history like SMPLive, for example â I think anyway. I havenât watched SMPLive, because ⌠thereâs only so many hours in the day and I cannot keep up with the Dream SMP and catch up on SMPLive and live a healthy life â which I already donât do, soâŚ
BadBoyHaloâs and Skeppyâs relationship, which has become the crux of the Crimson-Storyline of Seasons 2 and 3, is hugely supplemented if you know that theyâre also very close as streamers and in real life.
Another great example of intertextuality is basically Technobladeâs entire deal. If you just look at him completely within the text of the Dream SMP and try to transplant his entrance to any other medium: It would be extremely weird! Like, heâs just this guy that comes in in the middle of a very climatic arc, no build-up, no explanation what his deal is, and heâs treated like he has always been there. In any other medium that just wouldnât work â at least not without a flashback or some sort of exposition!
But because of stuff like Minecraft Mondays, the Potato Wars, his Duel against Dream and SMPEarth, we understand that he is a Big Deal!
Anyways, to bring all of this back to Philza Minecraft: What kind of hypotext informs how the audience sees his character? Well, this is where I will have to talk about SBI.
SBI is an acronym that stand for State Bank of India, the 43rd largest bank in the world andâŚ
It also stands for Sleepy Bois Incorporated. Sleepy Bois Incorporated is a loose assembly of content creators, consisting of Philza, Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit and Technoblade. It is most well-known for its very endearing family dynamic â a dynamic that is frequently acknowledged and played up by the creators involved. Tommy is the youngest brother, Wilbur and Techno are the two older brothers and Philza is of course the dad. And when I say, itâs played up, I really mean it! Wilbur seems to be especially enamoured with the idea and leaves no opportunity untaken to bring it up â which we will come back to.
And Iâm not saying that theyâre faking this and this is somehow an act. While I know none of these people personally, it appears to me, that this is genuinely how they interact â if a little exaggerated for the streaming experience. Even when theyâre not consciously playing into the family dynamic, their interactions still very much lend themselves to that interpretation by the viewers.
Philza especially just radiates Dad-Friend energy â so much so that it has become a huge part of his brand identity â yay, I can bring that back (check out my Christmas video if you want to hear me ramble about that). The nickname Dadza stuck even before SBI was a thing.
So, even if we completely disregard SBI â which we shouldnât for reasons Iâll get back to â Philza has cultivated an image of strong paternal guidance. He is, in my opinion completely deservedly, regarded very positively. He is highly respected and in turn seen as a voice of reason.
All of this would eventually inform the hypotext of the character Philza within Dream SMP.
 Interlude: Before Dadza & November 16th
Okay, so now we have established that a) Dream SMP heavily hinges on intertextual readings by the audience to supplement character backstory and b) that Philzaâs entire deal is that heâs the dad-friend â more specifically that heâs the dad of SBI (not the bank). I think you know where this is going.
So, yeah, ever since it was on the table that Philza could join the Dream SMP, it was immediately assumed that he would take on the paternal guardian role all these traumatized people on that server so desperately needed â and with good reason! Like I said before, the audience at this point was trained to take intertextual interpretations as basically canon or at the very least canon-adjacent.
I want to emphasize that this is most likely not done deliberately. Iâm sure content creators Wilbur and Philza didnât sit there and said: âYes! We will rely entirely on the audienceâs inclination to interpret our characters intertextually to define character Philza!â. Like, obviously that did not happen.
But itâs also important to remember that unlike with traditional media and the fanbases cultivated there, the separation between the Dream SMP and its audience is almost non-existent â and purposely so. The story events are streamed live, Chats are acknowledged in canon and even outside of livestreams creators are extremely involved with the fandom. So, the weight of fan-expectations is equally amplified and will more likely be incorporated into the writing process. Case in point:
[Wilbur âI miss Philzaâ/Philza about Wilbur]
During Wilburâs villain arc, even before his official involvement, Philza became a prevalent point of discussion. The hope that he would be the one to snap Wilbur out of his downward spiral was not only wish-fulfilment on behalf of the fans; it also very much played off of the intertextual reading of the SBI-dynamic in relation to the Dream SMP.
Of course, this still doesnât make Philza and Wilbur canonically blood-related â but it definitely used the âpaternalâ-dynamic of SBI to build-up tension and drama.
And that ultimately brings us to November 16th. The Grand Finale of Season 1 and Philzaâs first canonical appearance on the SMP.
Now, for this I want to pull back from the transtextual analysis and talk about simply narrative analysis: What is Philzaâs narrative purpose on November 16th?
Philza serves as the last threshold on Wilburâs Villainâs Journey â to appropriate Voglerâs version of the monomyth for a minute here â he is what Vogler calls the âThreshold Guardianâ. He is the last enemy the Hero faces before completing his quest â in this particular case Wilburâs quest is to blow up LâManberg. Multiple people have at this point tried to dissuade him from this course of action: Tommy, Quackity, Niki and others. So how come this Philza moment is not redundant in terms of dynamics compared to these prior scenes?
Well, itâs through our intertextual understanding of Wilburâs and Philâs relationship. Because Philza does not just occupy the role of the Threshold Guardian â he is also implicitly the Mentor. Before Phil there was no character in the storyline that held a higher position of moral authority than Wilbur â Dream and Schlatt, while at points more powerful in terms of actual authority, were never positioned by the narrative as Wilburâs superiors in the same way as Wilbur was to Tommy, Tubbo or even Niki.
Before November 16th all challenges Wilbur faced were from people narratively subordinated to him. But that trend is broken with Phil. That is why he is the Threshold Guardian, why this confrontation is at the climax of Wilburâs arc. Because Phil is the last thing tethering Wilbur to whatever morality he held before his villain arc; Phil is the last, moral obstacle Wilbur has to discard before gaining his reward.
And, just a quick sidenote, because Iâve seen it around the fandom a bunch: When Iâm referring to Wilbur denouncing his morality, Iâm using that in terms of narrative analysis. Iâm mentioning it, because Wilburâs character can very easily be read as mentally ill or neurodivergent and some people have â rightly! â pointed out that the excessive vilifying when talking about his character is ⌠problematic, to say the least.
So, I just want to make clear, this isnât a character analysis, Iâm being purposely broad when talking about Wilbur and Phil.
In the end, Wilbur takes that final step and gets his ârewardâ: As his final request his mentor takes his life and vanquishes the evil â the dragon of Wilburâs story slays the dragon of LâManburg. Itâs very Shakespearean in its tragedy â but beyond the larger theatrics itâs not really used to further characterize Phil â at least in the context of Season 1. Thereâs not a lot of focus on his characters internal conflict during November 16th.
Phil, like Techno, is very utilitarian in how content creator Wilbur writes him: He serves as a moment of hype; an obstacle Wilbur has to face; a participant in the tragic climax of Wilburâs character and ultimately takes on his implicit and expected role of mentor and guiding figure to the rest of LâManburg.
I think not a lot of people talk about how Philza does not join Technoblade during November 16th. He takes the side of LâManburg â he fights against the withers and he joins Tommy, Tubbo and the others at the LâMantree, thus framing him as loyal to the LâManburg administration â even though Season 2 would make his loyalty to Techno central to his character. But more on that later.
Whatâs also important about November 16th is that this is the day when the general intertextual interpretation became canonized text.
[Youâre my son!]
Wilbur is made Philâs canonical, biological son. The intertextual interpretation of SBI as it pertains to these two characters on the SMP was completely reinforced by the narrative. Or to put it in Fandom terms: The headcanon became actual canon. At least when it came to Wilbur ⌠but what about Philzaâs âotherâ children?
Well, that leads to our second form of transtextual analysis:
 Paratextuality: Is Dadza?
These titles are just getting better and better.
The Paratext is defined as all those things in a published work that accompany the text. It comes in two forms: One of them is the Peritext, which are non-diegetic elements directly surrounding the text â like chapter titles, authorâs notes, and stuff like that. Translated to the medium of the Dream SMP, it would be stuff like this:
[Examples]
And, trust me, I could make a whole separate video about how people on the SMP use their peritext as a tool for storytelling â Iâm looking at you, Ranboo â but thatâs not what we will talk about in the context of Dadza.
Instead, we will focus on the second form of Paratext, the Epitext, which consists of all authorial and editorial discussions taking place outside of the text. Thatâs stuff like interviews, private letters or J. K. Rowlingâs Twitter Account â you know, before she decided to become a full-time asshole.
[Wilbur: Transrights]
After Season 1 ended, Wilbur indulged pretty heavily in providing epitext for the Dream SMP, something he had not done prior to November 16th. His paratextual additions ranged from the playful, like assigning DnD alignments to various SMP members, to the extremely impactful, like the whole three lives system!
You probably think, you know where this is going. Wilbur provided some epitext about how Tommy and Techno either are or are not biologically related to him ⌠and I have to be honest I thought that too. But then I began looking into the impenetrable web that is the SBI-canon on the Dream SMP and found this!
[Ghostbur explains family]
So, it wasnât paratext, it was just straight text. Said in character, in canon, without any implication that we the viewers should question this. The text of the SBI family dynamic was explicitly linked to Dream SMP-exclusive lore, namely Fundy being Wilbur��s and Sally the Salmonâs son. This is as clear as Philzaâs anguished declaration on November 16th in establishing the intertext as text. And because Wilbur also had a very heavy hand in the discussion of paratext around that time, it gave his characterâs words even more âcanonicalâ weight. Metatextually speaking, this very much read like the author giving exposition through his character â exposition that we should understand as reliable.
And, by the way, before I continue, I need to give a huge, huge shoutout to kateis-cakeis on tumblr, I hope I pronounced that right, who was just so quick in providing me with these crucial clips. Without him I would have looked for days because these people donât archive their shit! And the Dream SMP Wiki was NO help, by the way! I love what you guys do, but stuff like this belongs in the Trivia section on charactersâ pages!
Anyways, basically during the entirety of early Season 2 the SBI family dynamic was basically canon to the SMP. Sometimes it was only alluded implicitly, again letting the intertext fill out the rest.
[Philza clips]
But just as often it was just explicitly talked about â both in the text and in the paratext.
[Fundy clip/Wilbur âTwinsâ clip/Tommy clip]
So, I know what youâre thinking: âWhy is this part called paratext, if the entire family tree is just textualâ. Well, that last clip might give you a hint, as to what I will talk about. Notice how Tommy, one of the people most directly impacted by the canonization of SBI lore, is both unaware of and seems generally unenthused about it, to put it nicely? Well, that would soon turn out to be a much bigger deal than anyone could have imagined as he wasnât the only one.
[Technoblade decanonizes SBI]
Yeah âŚ
This happened on 20th of December. Regular viewers of this channel will remember that I put out a 90-second joke video, where I complain about this very development. And while I was mostly kidding around, the core idea is still true. The paratext provided by Technoblade and established text were in direct contradiction with one another â and that brought a lot of confusion into the fandom. Confusion, that would soon be followed by frustration.
Because Techno only decanonized himself as part of the SBI family dynamic â but what about Tommy and Tubbo, the latter of which was incorporated into the dynamic exclusively within the lore of the Dream SMP. Was this still canon or wasnât it?
What followed was a muddled mess of contradictions, intertextual implications, text and paratext in conflict with each another. It was for the most part inscrutable to figure out how Tommy and Philza related to one another. Iâll spare you every comment made about this â mostly because I want to spare myself from looking for all of them.
In the end, the current status is that their familial relationship is ⌠unclear. Philza said, again in paratext, that itâs ultimately up to the writers to decide, whether or not Tommy is his son ⌠which, I personally think he and Tommy should be the ones to establish that, but Iâll come back to that later.
But why is all of this important anyway? Why would this ambiguity create such an uproar, such controversy â especially when it comes to Tommyâs character? What makes Tommyâs and Philzaâs relationship such a target for discussion in the fandom?
Well ⌠this is where we will have to talk about the storyline of Season 2.
Interlude II: Tommyâs Exile and Dadza in Season 2
Okay, Season 2. This is where the spoilers are, so I will just sneakily drop this again. It took me five seconds to google this gif and I will milk it for every penny itâs worth!
At the beginning of Season 2, Philzaâs narrative role has not changed much from where Season 1 ended. He is in LâManburg dispensing earthly wisdom, being a paternal figure to Fundy, Ghostbur and Tubbo, helping with the nationâs rebuilding efforts; just generally occupying the role of the mentor.
[clips]
And then came ⌠the Exile. The Exile Arc took place between December 3rd and December 15th during Season 2 of the Dream SMP. It revolves around TommyInnit getting exiled from LâManburg and slowly getting psychologically tortured and broken down by Dream. Itâs a really great arc, at least in my opinion, that explores and deepens a lot of Tommyâs character relationships, whether that be Tommy and Dream, Tommy and Tubbo or Tommy and Ranboo. One relationship, however, is noticeably missing.
So, yeah, Philza spends basically the entirety of the exile doing pretty much nothing of consequence. And thatâs not a problem specific to him â One big criticism I would levy against the Exile Arc is that a lot of characters are left spinning their wheels. Which is why we get zany stuff like El Rapids, Drywaters, Eretâs Knights of the Roundtable, Boomerville â anyone remember Boomerville, that was a thing for 5 seconds, wasnât it? â basically a lot of storylines are started and then unceremoniously dropped. Now, I will talk more about this, when I make a video about Season 2 of the Dream SMP ⌠in ten years, look forward to it.
In the case of Philza, this inaction was especially damning, because at this point it was still a considered canon that he was Tommyâs dad. So, the fans were left with a situation, where just a few weeks prior Philza was occupying a paternal role for Fundy and Ghostbur ⌠but now, that his youngest son was in a very concerning predicament â to put it lightly â he was nowhere to be found.
So why is that?
Well, the most obvious answer is that Dream and Tommy didnât write him into the storyline. Weâve seen that Tommy wasnât particularly interested in exploring a familial relationship to Philza, at least at the time. And it would just not fit in with what Dream and Tommy tried to do with the Exile Arc: they wanted to tell the story of Tommy being isolated, completely under Dreamâs mercy, slowly worn down and manipulated. If Philza had been constant presence for Tommy during that time, it would have definitely shifted the narrative focus. That doesnât mean that they couldnât have done that, itâs just a matter of fact that they didnât.
This also reveals another truth about content creator Philzaâs character work, that I think is extremely crucial: He takes what the writers give him. Outside of a few choice moments, he doesnât seem particularly interested in expanding or even solidifying his character on the SMP.
What Iâm saying is that he is very go-with-the-flow: Wilbur wants to enact a Shakespearean tragedy? Philzaâs up for it. Fundy wants him as a parental figure and mentor? Philzaâs here for him. Tommy, conversely, doesnât want him as a paternal presence, even though it would make sense for Philzaâs character, as it was established so far, to be there? Philza will oblige.
The reason Iâm mentioning this is because, while Tommy and Dream were unwilling to utilise Philza in their storyline, someone else was more than happy to. Which leads us back, like it always does, to everyoneâs favourite Porky Pig-kinnie in a crown: Technoblade.
Technoblade and Philza, from everything Iâve seen of them, seem to be very good friends â and they share a lot of history even outside SBI. So, itâs commendable that they would collaborate on a storyline together.
A consequence of that, however, is that Philzaâs narrative purpose shifts completely with very little transition. His entire character changes from being the Mentor-figure of LâManberg to being pretty much exclusively defined as Technobladeâs ally; his man on the inside. It is a very sharp turn from the end of Season 1. Their relationship is once again informed via intertext â this time the Antarctic Empire on SMPEarth serves as the hypotext â but there isnât a huge effort made to smoothly integrate that aspect of Philzaâs character into the larger narrative framing around him.
How much the narrative utilisation of Philza has shifted can be very easily observed through the Butcher Army event on December 16th, a story event that I like less and less the more I think about. Here Philza is used to show just how corrupt and violent Tubboâs administration has becomes. He is no longer the respected mentor, he is now the stand-in for the oppressed populace, similar to Nikiâs role in Season 1. On a narrative level, he is here to prove a point.
If youâve seen my Technoblade video, you know how I feel about ⌠just that entire storyline, so I will not reiterate too much on it. I just want to make clear that Iâm not principally against this development â if they wanted to truly explore Tubbo going down a dark path and getting corrupted by power, so much so that he would even treat the person who effectively raised him like a prisoner, I would be extremely here for it, I cannot stress that enough.
The problem I have is that itâs just so sloppily done. It is not coherent with how these characters behaved and, more importantly, how they were narratively framed prior to the Butcher Army event. Fundy gets one token line about Phil being his Grandfather â a far cry from the very emotionally complex relationship they had established at the beginning of Season 2 â and Phil then callously disowns him.
The major problem simply is that we donât see how Philza changes from Mentor-figure to embittered, oppressed citizen. And there was enough time to build to that. During the entirety of Tommyâs exile Tubbo was pretty much spinning his wheels and Quackity and Fundy were opening up plot cul-de-sacs that didnât end up going anywhere. This is time they could have spent on developing their relationship to Philza and the dark path they were going down â but again, Season 2 video.
There is not much to say on Philzaâs narrative purpose and framing beyond the Butcher Army event. He remains pretty much exclusively Technoâs consigliere with his role as Mentor to LâManburg a distant memory. He has some cute character moments with Ranboo, because content creator Philza is just big dad-energy whether he wants to or not, and whenever he and Ghostbur share a scene suddenly the narrative remembers that there are people other than Technoblade that should exist in Philzaâs inner world. But aside from that, Philzaâs storyline in Season 2 remains ⌠pretty definitive is the nicest way I can put it.
Most importantly his relationship with Tommy continues to be completely unexplored â whether by chance or choice â and that combined with ever vaguer paratext leaves âDadzaâ in a very peculiar situation.
 Conclusion: Is Dadza a Good Dadza?
So, the question to end all questions. The big, obnoxious text, that I will probably have put in the thumbnail â I havenât made it yet, but I know myself. The honest answer is: I couldnât tell you.
I have, in the past, been expounding the virtues of narrative analysis. That is because I feel that Narrative Analysis and Textual Analysis, like in this video, can provide certain tools that Character Analysis lacks. Often times I see people trying to get at a writing problem or query and getting frustrated because theyâre not using the toolset, they need to figure out what they want to figure out.
But Iâd be a hypocrite if I pretended like everything could be solved through the modes of analysis I prefer. And I think the Dadza-issue is exactly such a case.
I set out to explore why the Philza-Tommy-âDadzaâ-relationship has become so controversial. Itâs a combination of expectations build up through intertextual readings, that were partly canonized â something that is very common for the Dream SMP â conflicting pieces of paratext, which only serve to muddle the issue further and a text that is not only completely uninterested in actually exploring Tommyâs and Philzaâs relationship â as it stands right now they might as well be strangers, narratively speaking â but also completely changes Philzaâs narrative purpose as it relates to characters like Fundy or Tubbo about half-way through with little to no transition.
That is why I say, that Philzaâs character is a victim of narrative circumstance. Because unwittingly, through all of these factors and decisions, there is not coherent reading of Philza that frames his parental skills in a particularly kind light.
The question of how we can judge Phil as a paternal figure ultimately falls within the purview of the character analysis â and thatâs a very multifaceted issue, highly dependent on which POV you focus on and how you interpret the other characters in that POVâs periphery.
To put my cards on the table, I think that Philza is a very flawed father/father-figure â and I find that absolutely okay. Flaws are the spice of character building. He is not Cinderellaâs Evil Stepmother â but heâs also definitely not Mufasa. If we were to read Philza as a paternal figure, then he would have made a lot of mistakes and decisions to the detriment of his âchildrenâ â least of all everything that happened on Doomsday.
But I also have sympathies for Philza fans who are tired of the Dad-Debate and would like to have his character judged independent from his relationship to Ghostbur, Fundy, Tubbo and Tommy.
Ultimately, to bring it all to a point, Iâd like to end with saying, that I think that Philza, out of all the characters on the SMP, has the potential to be on of the most intriguing, multifaceted ones. There are all of these different patches of story, character moments and narrative and transtextual implications, that, if brought together, could create a beautiful tapestry of the character Philza.
You have his relationship with Techno, which holds the potential for so much emotional conflict and vulnerabilities, you have his time as mentor of LâManburg, which is just criminally underused; the complex relationship between him and Ghostbur/Wilbur; and â for me, personally â most intriguingly this weird, almost uncomfortably distant non-relationship with Tommy. That last one is intriguing to me, because it contrasts just so much with our intertextual understanding of the characters and streaming personas â and it just holds the potential for so much conflict, so much drama, so much angst. Which I live for!
And, yes, I do believe that most of this is narrative happenstance, that this was largely not intended by Philza or really any of the writers. Itâs just what happens when hybrid-roleplay-improv a long-running, livestreamed storyline in Minecraft.
But I want them to realize the potential they have on their hands, because it could â with barely any adjustments â turn Philza from a victim of narrative circumstance to a champion of it!
 Outro
Thank you so much for watching this video. Usually, I donât record outros this standard, but after this beast of a video I felt it necessary. I hope that whether youâre a Philza fan or a Philza critical or just completely uninvolved in the whole thing, there is at least a little entertainment you could get from this.
I want to take this opportunity to say that my next few videos will probably not be Dream SMP related â a sentence which undoubtedly lost me a bunch of subs â simply because I donât want to burn out on it. I genuinely enjoy watching the SMP and being exhausted by it would be something I wouldnât want to force on myself.
But who knows what will happen? The Karl Jacobs video was something I did spur of the moment because the idea just came to me â so I canât guarantee that the next video wonât be a three-minute joke about Purpled or whatever.
Anyway, my concrete plans for future Dream SMP videos are essays on Season 1 and Season 2 as well as one for Tales from the SMP.
Before that I have a longer video in the works, which Iâve already teased a bunch, so I hope it will finally be finished sometime. And I also may be working on something ⌠eboys-related? Maybe. Iâm not making any promises!
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random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee
hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk
most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !
lucifer
i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed
his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne
has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg
aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin
listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)
not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving
really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey đâđť
mammon
has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates
ďżźhis cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying
he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek
he is canonically a car guy 𼲠and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines
he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before
listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY
levi
lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks
probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!
until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck đ§đťââď¸
classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!
kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet
cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast
can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins đ
satan
listens to country music you cant change my mind
smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.
he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED
but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips
do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.
if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor
is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity
asmo
dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever
he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)
has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits
his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon
listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock
as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!
opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things
i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music
has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...
beel
i feel like he is SO SHY
like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything
i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz đ maybe rock as well
smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby
he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging
driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh đŤ
dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out
definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA
belphie
he reminds me of randall from monsters inc
smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning
but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan
has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first đâđť
with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before
lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that đ
dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish
similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories
the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.
diavolo
once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan
def an ariana grande stan too đ
choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do
also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.
his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him đ§đťââď¸ IDK ok anyway
currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!
this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han
not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it
smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.
barbatos
very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof
he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)
on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way
mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.
BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y
listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily
have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others
when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho
one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere
solomon
was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...
was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.
he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.
doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff
never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.
due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too
similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen
he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to
simeon
another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho
angel country music exists and simeon invented it
if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants
wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach
he can speak german...i can feel it
uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos
has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad
"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? đ
luke
his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!
secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home
so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt
luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun
i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio
but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to
smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day
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Part One
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Credit for OâKnutzy goes to @lumosinlove
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Thank you again, love @spookypotato
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Same CWâs as before! Enjoy the little âdateâ ;)
Chapter Three Part Two
The not overthinking didnât quite work out. He has been standing in front of his wardrobe for the last 10 minutes, thinking about what to wear. He thought about calling June, but that would be too embarrassing and his feet would fall off any minute so he just pulled out his favourite black mom-jeans, a white T-Shirt and threw it on. His hair looked good enough to go out, so he grabbed the gray jeans jacket and his white converse, as well as his keys, wallet and phone before he jogged down the stairs to get into his car.
Sidâs was a 15-minute drive away from his apartment and it looked like the typical Italian restaurant. It was warm inside and soft Italian songs could be heard over the chatter and laughter.
Leo and Logan were already waiting for Finn, sitting at their usual table in the back. Â
âHarzy, over here!â
Finn turned at Loganâs voice when he stepped into the restaurant and he could see them waving him over.
âHarzy?â, he said when he was close enough to be heard and slid onto the bench next to Leo.
âWe are professional hockey players, donât expect us to not come up with 100 nicknamesâ, Leo said, bumping his shoulder playfully.
âYou are what now?â
âOh right, we didnât tell you. Sometimes I forget there are people that donât watch ice hockey. Yeah, we play for the Gryffindor Lions. I am a goalie and Loganâs a right wing.â
Finn looked very confused and Logan smiled.
âYou have no idea what we are talking about do you?â
Finn shook his head.
âCome to a game with us. Then you will seeâ, Logan said with a genuine tone in his voice.
âMaybe.â
They ordered their food and drinks- or well, Logan and Leo ordered the food and drinks, both of them insisting to pick for him.
âHow come you ended up in Gryff? Your accent sounds different.â
âYou have time? Itâs going to be a long story.â
Both boys looked at him expectingly. Finn didnât know why he offered to tell them; he normally didnât like to talk about it, but something about those two made him trust them.
âWell, I was born and raised in New York, lived there my whole life and itâs where I started dancing. I went to the All Star Studios as a child and eventually started studying Classical Ballet and Dance Performance as well as standard dances and I made my degree.â
âBut- ugh, itâs still difficult to talk about it, but I was working too hard. I was at the top of my career and I pushed myself, didnât listen to my body and as it was bound to happen, I injured myself. Badly. So badly that I needed to give up my career and well, I couldnât stand to stay in New York, sooo I moved here. Sorry, that was probably not interesting for you.â
Finnâs eyes where everywhere but their faces, he felt a bit ashamed.
âDonât be silly, we asked. Iâm sorry about your injuryâ, Leo said with such a soft voice it made Finn want to cry.
He was about to respond, but was interrupted by the waiter.
âAlright boys, pizza tonno for all of you.â
Finn waited patiently for it to cool down, driving Leo and Logan mad. He eventually picked up a slice and instantly moaned when he took a bite, causing Logan to choke on his drink.
âOh my god, this is delicious.â
When he opened his eyes again, both boys looked incredibly smug.
âTold you.â
They ate in silence for a while, enjoying the food. By the time Leo spoke again, the pizza was almost finished.
âYou know Lo, we are actually getting better at dancing. Iâm looking forward to the wedding.â
âMe too, itâs going to be amazing.â
Logan took Leoâs hand, starring at him lovingly. Finn felt his heart sinking. Wedding.
âOh, I- congratulationsâ, Finn pressed out with a tight smile.
Leoâs head snapped towards him.
âWhat? Oh no, our friends are getting married! Two of the team, youâll love them.â
And suddenly, Finn felt like he could breathe again. He shouldnât care, but he did and it was not good.
âOkay who is up for some cocktails?â, Logan said, clapping his hands once.
âLetâs pick one for each other!â
âOh noâ, Finn shook his head rapidly.
âYes, absolutely.â
Before Finn could protest, Logan waved the waitress over to them.
âI pick one for Finn, Finn you pick for Leo and Leo you can pick for me but make a good choice.â
It was almost adorable what a scene they made out of this. All of them pointed secretly at the drinks, smirking. The waitress gave them a small nod and moved behind the bar.
âLetâs play 20 questions while we waitâ, Logan said, looking Finn in the eyes, waggling like a puppy, âWe will ask you 10 and you can ask us 10, okay?â
How could Finn say no to that?
âFine. But Iâll start. How long are you playing for the NHL?â
âIâm only one year in but Lo has been playing for two.â
âSo, you two met through hockey?â
âYes.â Leo grinned, pressing a kiss to Loganâs knuckles.
âOh, I never asked. How old are you?â
âIâm 24 and Leo is 19, the little baby.â
âWait. How can you be 19 but be like, twice of Loganâs height?â
If looks could kill, Finn would be dead now, but Leo laughed loudly, throwing his head back, tears making their way over his face.
âFinn, you are on thin ice right nowâ, he managed to say between his laughter.
It made Finn laugh too and he blew Logan a kiss, who only scoffed in response.
âItâs cute.â
Finn regretted saying it, the warmth creeping up his neck, but Logan just smiled at him.
âEhm alright, I have three questions in one next. What is your go to work out song, why and what do you normally do while listening to it?â
âI normally just press shuffle on my playlist because I am horrible at making decisionsâ Leo grinned, answering fast.
Logan thought for a while before giving his answer.
âI would say Guns and Ships from Hamilton because itâs hella motivating. I warm up to it.â
Finn gasped, his eyes starting to shine.
âYou like Broadway?â, he practically screamed, getting really excited.
Leo groaned next to him.
âNo. Not you too!â
Both heads snapped towards him, looking rather offended by what the blonde had said.
âBut itâs so good!â they said in unisono.
Then looked back at each other and high fived over the table.
âAlright, next questions. Do you have siblings and how many do you have?â
Leo was the first to answer again.
âI am an only child but not spoiled! Looking at you Lo.â
âYeah, yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night. I have three sisters; I love them all.â
Finn nodded, âOkay a difficult one. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?â
âItaly", both said at the same time.
âItâs a bit of a dream of ours.â
âWell, not so difficult as it seems. Last one! Favourite movie?â
âTough. Iâll go with Aladdinâ, Logan said.
âAladdin?!â
âI grew up with three sisters, what did you expect?!â
Leo shook his head fondly.
âMine is Pride and Prejudice.â
âOohh, I love that one.â
Logan slammed his hand on the table.
âOur turnâ, he said, grinning excitedly.
âWhat is your favourite colour?â
âBlue.â
âWhat did you want to be as a childâ, Leo blurred out next.
âA dancer, actually. My grandma took me to the ballet every now and then.â
Leo looked at him, smiling.
âDog or cat?â
âDogs. Puppies.â
âYou have one right in front of you.â
Leo and Finn laughed at that.
âDo you do anything else besides teaching to dance?â
âIâm studying English literature but just for funsies.â
âLeft-handed or right-handed?â
âRight.â
âDo you have a sibling?â
âI do. Alex, he is my older brother. Jesus why are you going through those so fa-â
He was cut off by the waitress for the second time this night.
âThree cocktails for the three gentlemen.â
Finn eyed his one skeptically when it was placed in front of him.
âIâm scaredâ, he admitted.
âJust drink it!â, Logan grinned wickedly.
He held it up, sniffed it first before taking a sip, starting to cough immediately.
âLogan! For fucks sake. I am a dancer; I donât drink alcohol! You need to warn me. Fuck, is this gasoline?â
âNo, tequilaâ, Leo laughed.
Logan was unable to breathe, let alone talk. He was bend over, laughing so hard he was nearly wheezing, causing the other two to laugh even more.
-----
Finn went home happy that night, laying in his bed, thinking about Leoâs curls and eyes, and dimples - god those dimples.
But right as he was drifting off to sleep another name popped up in his mind â Loganâs name.
Oh no.
#lumosinlove#sweater weather lumosinlove#o'knutzy#dance au#Part Two#Skip a Beat#Skip a Beat Chapter three
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How far into modern music do you think Alastor would go? I can't imagine him listening to mondern pop, but maybe he would at least give a shot to things in the 50/60?? I just can't imagine him not having so many music opinions, all of them a bit out of date. Do you think that he thinks "queen" were promising upstarts? He loves music and, though not his type, wouldn't he at least listen to a bitÂż?
I do think Alastor actually kept up with music for a while after his deathâand with tech too, at least the tech that interested him. In life, he was on the cutting edgeâhe didn't just use the newest, hottest technology, he worked with it, he was a pioneer in a completely new field of media and so deeply enmeshed in the industry that it formed the basis of his soul's identity in death. Going from "I'm so cutting edge you'll bleed if you touch me" to "if it wasn't invented before the 26th of December in 1933 at 3:12 p.m. I will hiss like a vampire exposed to sunlight if you try to make me use it" is a harsh change, and I donât buy it. It makes more sense if we assume there must have been a transition period during which he lost his enthusiasm for keeping up with the latest and greatest and slowly withdrew into the past.
Same goes for music. When he first arrived, he probably soaked up new music like a sponge. What about beloved musicians who had died too youngâhow many of them had ended up in Hell, and had they produced new music since they died? What strange mutations of jazz were cropping up down here where people who were familiar with the earliest iterations of the genre were trickling in and it had evolved and progressed in near isolation from the latest developments in the living world? Are there medieval bards playing covers of "Royal Garden Blues" on the hurdy-gurdy? Who else has played new versions of songs he knows? Who does he get in contact with in the next few years to ensure he gets a steady supply of new songs by his favorite artists still in the living world, either in the form of smuggled-in phonograph records or new arrivals who learned the songs and can now share them in Hell? What songs that have been forgotten for centuries can he learn? What musical genres are unique to Hellish culture? Where are all the artists and styles and genres he's interested in going next?! He's got to find out!
I've got two different headcanons for when that changed.
In the fic verse I'm writing, due to Circumstances, Alastor spent roughly all of the 70s being a depressed lump and the 80s in the Cannibal Colony. Those years where he withdrew from the world are when he stops keeping up with both technology and music. By the time he starts trying to engage with broader Hellish culture again, itâs been a couple of decades, everything on the radio sounds different and weird, and rather than trying to catch up he just kinda defaults back to what heâs used to, which peters out in the mid-60s.
In less-fic-verse more-canon headcanons, I think it was a gradual tapering off over the same time period. Iâm restraining myself from going all The Psychology Of How Humans Develop Their Tastes In Music, but the short version is that, VERY BROADLY, peopleâs tastes tend to develop & solidify in adolescence/young adulthoodâanything that came before then is old-fashioned and boring and anything that comes after that is weird and sounds like noise. Alastor, whoâs All About Music, can keep up with new trends longer, but slowly the newest hottest sound will evolve out of what heâs able to hear as Good Music. Just, over the years, there will be fewer and fewer new musicians that are playing in a way that he likes. I figure itâll be about the 70s before all the popular music makes him go âeh, they donât make it like they used to,â and from there he sticks with what sounds good to him.
Now, in either one of these scenarios, I think thereâs still some modern music that heâll enjoy, but for the most part itâs going to be music that sounds closer to what heâs familiar with. So like, swing revival as a genre. Generic lounge jazz would bore him, and so would jazz of the âpushing so hard on the boundaries of music that you have to be neck-deep in the last 60 years of jazz history just to understand what theyâre doingâ variety, but modern big band-style jazz would appeal. He might listen to some modern ska when it swings more toward the âbig brass sectionsâ side of things rather than the âpunk rockâ side of things. Heâd dislike electro swing thatâs like âchops up songs he heard in the 30s and sets them over a drum machineâ but heâd like electro swing thatâs like âcomposes original modern swing thatâs good enough to make up for the fact that thereâs a synthesizer in the background.â Vintage style covers of modern songs would appeal to him, and no Iâm not talking about âPostmodern Jukeboxâ as if theyâre the only folks on the planet whoâve ever done that, Iâm talking about âAlastor goes to a jazz club twice a month to join jam sessions and sometimes the musicians there go âhey we heard this great new song on the radio, listen to thisâ *two demons play Uptown Funk on a sax and a piano.*â
And I think heâd put in an effort for musical theater no matter WHAT genre itâs in. We see him hear Charlieâs song once and immediately perform a cover of it, and Charlieâs song is definitely way outside of the kinds of genres heâd be inclined to listen to, except that itâs musical theater style. Soâwould Alastor listen to industrial rock? No. Would he watch and enjoy Repo! The Genetic Opera? Hell yeah. Would Alastor listen to hip hop? No. Would he watch and enjoy Hamilton? Hell yeah.
Musical theater might be the best way to ease him into modern music tbh. Get him into a few musicals he likes in spite of the modern sound and use them as a stepping stone to branch out to similar-sounding modern music.
As for Queenâhonestly I donât think heâd think about Queen. Almost half a dozen folks now have asked me specifically about thatâbut what about Queen tho, do you think heâd at least think Queen is good?âand like I just donât think heâd care lmfao. Why is Queen always the first and only band people wanna know his opinion of? Heâd like that the music video for âRadio Gagaâ uses clips from a movie he saw while he was alive, and the lyrics would secretly make him a little emotional, but heâd dislike the song itself because they couldnât even be assed to have a real human play the drums; and for their other songs heâd be like âyeah, thatâs music.â
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Kevin Day and his Oblivious Literature Lover, pt.IV
In times of college finals, aftg is my coping mechanism of predilection. hope it helps some :)
>> Table of Contents,TW and other parts here!
iâll let you guess what Kevin and Juliet chose for their project
oh, yes
the letters of Hamilton, Eliza and John + Hamilton: The Musical
i will fight you on this
at first, when Juliet suggests it, Kevin stares at her so hard bc really?? a musical??
but then she lends him the 50$ leatherbound official book of the musical (you know the navy blue and beige one? you know what iâm talking about, right?) and reads it all in one evening and wow
lin-manuel miranda? genius. ron chernow? Genius. alexander hamilton? Dumb Genius.
oh yeah and Juliet? Absolutely mind-blowing genius.
as Andrew & Neil grow closer and the match agaisnt the Ravens rounds the corner, Kevin finds himself looking more and more forward to the time spent at the library with Juliet
she is just so focused on their project and so oblivious as who he really is and doesnât really care if sometimes he is more anxious, if freaks over everything to be perfect, if he babbles on&on&on&on about any bit of history he discovered
sheâs just there, smirking, stiffling her laughs and asking for more
theyâve exhanged phone numbers and she installed snapchat on his, and although he never sends her anything, she always has a short video and a funny caption that pop up from time to time; theyâre that little reminder that the world goes on outside of exy and that he exists outside of exy
she introduces him to funny videos and he didnât know absolute dumb shit could make him snort??
his favorite is the peanut butter baby
at first the Foxes give him this judgemental look when he ugly-snorts in the locker room or at Edenâs, but eventually they just get that glint in their eyes as if they were in on the jokes
sometimes, Julietâs so focused on writing down bullet points in her notebook, peeling the skin off her lips, so unaware of Kevinâs personal hell of a life, that he just wants to spill out everything
although heâs not sure if itâs because he wants her to know him and stay, or because he wants her to reject him and therefore spare himself the trouble of getting attached...
she takes the decision for him
on a Thursday afternoon, on their planned study session, she doesnât show up
she doesnât answer her phone either
he even tries out a completely blacked out snap with âr u alive?â in caption
no answer
he gives her space, sending her occasional cat videos he thoroughly researches
if she watches them, she doesnât say anything
on Monday afternoon, she doesnât come to class
thatâs when the panic Kevinâs been reigning in just... bursts
what if itâs Riko?Â
what if itâs the Master?
what if itâs Ichirou?
what if, somehow, itâs the Butcherâs people?
that afternoonâs practice is hell for the Foxes, Kevin is ruthless and an asshole and very agressive
Dan waits for him outside the boysâ locker room as all the other Foxes leave (not even Andrew and Neil want to wait for him)
âSpit out your goddamn problem before I tell Coach to bench you next gameâ
oh, how Kevin wants to cuss her out
and then he looks at her face, ready to vomit words, when he sees her worrying her lips
just like Juliet
it shouldnât be enough to make him tear up, but it does
he still manages to keep as much of the truth to himself as he possibly can
âMy EAL partner isnât responding to my messages or my calls and she didnât even come to class today and it stresses me the fuck out and what if itâs like with Neil, Dan?â he says in one breath, trying to tear out the net of his racket
Dan recomposes her face and gets that very serious look, the one she usually gets when someone touches her family
âItâs not, Kevin. Thatâs over. We got Neil back, we got you back, you got Jean back. The team didnât even know who that person was. The most info weâve gathered is what you just told me now. Yeah there are some bets but itâs mostly for funsies, nothing even remotely serious. You wanna look for her?â she soothes him.
âI donât even know...â
âShe lives on campus?â she asks.
âI donât- I donât know, Dan. I spent months with her and I canât even vaguely say where she lives! How fucked up is that?â Kevin yells.
âItâs not even remotely fucked up, Kevin. You should know that. Does she have instagram? twitter? Or like, facebook?â she questions some more.
âGod, I donât know. She only sends me stupid fucking videos and I never even respond like the goddamn asshole I am...â
âShut up. Weâre all assholes at the end of the road, âkay? You ainât better or worse than others. Now she sends them to you in text or somewhere else?â
âSometimes texts... Sometimes the yellow app, the chat one. Why.â
âOh great, thatâs great. We can locate her, with snapchat, if she forgot to turn off the sharing. And if youâre comfortable with that, too. I know youâre not a creep like that. Youâre creepy sometimes, donât get me wrong. But, not a creep.â
âGee, thanks, Dan.â
âHey, shush. You down or what?â she says, arching an eyebrow.
âOkay,â he answers, unable to make the fear go away without knowing for sure.
And so it turns out Julietâs location is, in fact, knowable. Dan grabs one of Kevinâs shoulders as he leaves the court, squeezing her affection into her grip; he nods emotionally in her direction, as far as emotions can translate unto his face.
he doesnât even know what heâll do once he finds her, his brain is solely focused on the animated map that brings him closer and closer to Juliet
the more he progresses, the more he realizes he is far from Fox Tower, on a campus area he has never even seen
he stops before a decrepit building, old and moldy-looking
Jackie Kennedy Hall
student dorms? this shabby? she canât possibly live-
except that she can, because there isnât another building close and the map has brought him here, and he doesnât really know her...
so Kevin straightens his shoulders, inhales deeply, and goes inside
he could go on and on and on about everything that is just wrong with the place, from the smell to the decoration, but he makes a beeline for the front desk (heâs lucky thereâs even one)
he asks for a way to contact someone, flashes his press smile at the women behind the desk, gives up his ID in exchange for the room number
Juliet Grier, 418
stairs, stairs, stairs, stairs
heavy door, right, 412, 414, 416...
418
what, now?
Kevin hesitantly knocks once, twice
no answer
he knocks again and decides to speak up, in case she didnât hear
âJuliet? Itâs Kevin. Day. From EAL? Can I speak with you?â
still nothing
maybe she isnât home... no, the map says sheâs here. maybe sheâs sleeping...
he decides to try one last time
âWe really should finish that project, you know? I think we could both use the free time...â he says without his heart into it.
without surprise, no response still
he decides to take a loose paper from his sachel and writes down some words
Greetings Hi,
My friend Dan helped me look for you, but you donât have to worry about your privacy; itâs because of the yellow app. You should turn that off if you donât want other people to be nosy.Â
You werenât in class today. Iâll share my notes if you want them. But, you should come to class, itâs better. For learning.Â
Iâll wait a few in case youâre asleep.Â
Text me or call me or whatever when youâre ready.
- Kevin D. (your partner from EAL)
quick, efficient, to the point
Kevin slips the paper under the door, and waits
he refreshes the map too many times, to see if her location changed or if somehow there was a glitch
it stays put
he ends up sitting on the hallway floor, his back sliding down the wall
he catches up on a book for another class, checks exy stats and watches many, many videos of Jeremy Knox on the court and in interview
some students pass him with a nasty look, eyeing the lack of earphones on his phone
some other students walk by him and will themselves to keep going, because holy shit itâs Kevin Day in Jackie Hall
itâs at least an hour and a half before the doorknob slowly and quietly starts to click
Kevin was absorbed deep into whatever move Knox was making before scoring
the 418 door opens
Kevin gets up in one move, all things Jeremy Knox and exy forgotten
sheâs loosely holding Kevinâs paper in one hand, the other clutching a large scarf that covers up the majority of her body
from what he can see, though, sheâs wearing sweats from head to toe; her hairâs tied on the top of her head, but most of the curls escaped and it looks unwashed and her curls, dry
her skinâs turned pale, dark circles under her eyes, a haggard look in them, her cheeks stained with dry tears
Juliet looks terrible
âHi...â Kevin attempts
she finally looks up from the paper and gives him a bored look that could rival Andrewâs
with a rough voice strained from cries and many days without speaking, she asks, âMy EAL partner?â
âWell, yes. In case.â
âIn case of what.â
âI-â
âI know who you are, Kevin.â
and isnât that both his most ardent wish and his worse fear?
with that, she turns around and goes back to her dark room, leaving the door open behind her
is that... an invitation?
Kevinâs never been to another personâs place, apart from the Columbia house, Abbyâs and Wymackâs
he reminds himself why he came in the first place and decides it would be a waste to leave now, right?
the small studio is a mess, much like its occupant
there are clothes everywhere, on the floor, on a chair, on the bed, on the desk
all the curtains are drawn, no light is on, the only source coming from Julietâs laptop somewhere amongst her bedsheets
itâs like she made herself a nest and hasnât moved from there for a long time
maybe even since last Monday, the last time he saw her
Kevin doesnât understand the scene he has before his eyes
heâs never seen such apathy in someone that is not Andrew
and at this point, apathy is pretty much Andrewâs default state of being
not Julietâs
Juliet is a soft glow, toothy grins, wild curls, countless jumpers, dumb jokes and references, color-coded notes, an organized mind, unwavering focus and determination, flowing words and warm, kind eyes...
so what is this?
then Kevin realizes he spoke aloud
and Juliet can only chuckle sadly, almost mockingly
âThis? This is why I donât have friends. This is why I donât mix with people. This is why Iâll never amount to anything in life. This is my dirty laundry, both metaphorically and literally. This is it. Thatâs... Thatâs it. This is what I get,â she answers flatly
Kevinâs mind is spinning
he doesnât understand
he needs to understand, though
âExplain it to me,â he says
Juliet looks at him like a brick just hit him on the head and made him speak Swedish
âWhy.â
âBecause, surely thereâs a way to work with it.â
she laughs
it doesnât reach her eyes, nor her lips or her cheeks
itâs just a desperate sound
it makes him think of Andrew again
and that gives him an idea, a gut feeling, if you will
âCan I try something out?â he asks
âKevin... I canât- Iâm tired... Itâs not a good idea... Iâm tired, Kevin,â Juliet responds, pain noticeable in her voice and her movements slow
âI know, I- I know. Someone I know... He plays this game. Itâs really not a game, itâs more like a communication thing. He calls it âA Truth for a Truthâ. In exchange for something I tell you, you tell me something. And in exchange for something you tell me, Iâll tell you something else. Itâs made me... work through some things... before,â Kevin explains calmly
Juliet keeps on observing him from her bed, silent
âLook, can I just stay here to do homework? I have nowhere to go right now,â Kevin asks, almost blurting out âPleaseâ before Andrewâs ghost caught it in his throat
she lies back down, burries herself in her covers, a silent âyesâ
Kevin ends up falling asleep sitting on the floor, books open, head resting at the end of Julietâs bed
he wakes up around 2 AM
heâs got multiple texts from Aaron and Nicky, one from Andrew, and one from Dan
âtold everybody you spent the night at Coachâs. take care.â
he silently vows to thank her later
now he either really goes to Wymackâs to finish his night there, or... he stays exactly where he is
Juliet is still sleeping soundly
in a haze, he palms for a pillow or cushion, pulls his hoodie on and lies back down on the carpeted floor
heâs only awaken in the late morning when he brutally gets stepped on
âWhat the shit?? Kevin! How...???â Juliet yells
âUm, ow? No, no, donât apologize so quickly. You just, you know, crushed my lungs and a couple of ribs, no worries, Jules!â Kevin groans
âJu- you know what? Iâm not sorry. Right now I gotta pee, so you better have a damn good explanation when I get back,â she replies and leaves her room to go to the bathroom at the end of the hall
instead of dread, Kevin feels calm about the upcoming conversation
he doesnât prepare lies, doesnât run away, doesnât resort to assholery
he just stays put where he is on the floor, snuggles deeper into his hoodie, and waits for relief, for the truth
he waits for Juliet
#wow that was longer than expected#should i keep this going?#doesn't feel worth it#but i love kevin so much#anyways lemme know#kevin day#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#the raven king#the king's men#tfc#trk#tkm#nora sakavic#kevin day x oc#kevin day x juliet#kevin day x juliet grier#bi kevin day#bisexual kevin day#dan wilds#aaron minyard#andreil#andrew minyard#neil josten#david wymack#coach wymack#kevin day fic#kevin day headcanon#kevin day hc
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Daveed Diggs Isnât That Hot||JJ Maybank
Summary: You and the pouges watch Hamilton
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It was movie night at the château and it was your turn to pick the movie.
"Okay bitches we're watching Hamilton!"
You yell
You hear the boys groan while the other girls cheer.
"Ugh Y/N/N do we have to, it so long"
Pope complains
"Yup it's my turn and I didn't complain when you have made us watch all the Lord of the Ring movies so you can't complain about Hamilton."
You say smirking at him.
You walk over to the kitchen and pop popcorn for everyone and then walk to the living room and sit on JJ's lap.
"Hey babe you know there's a whole couch here?"
He says messing with you
"Yeah but the couch won't cuddle with me."
You say kissing his cheek.
"Okay okay lets turn it on."
Sarah said just as excited as you were.
As it starts you let out a little squeal and then put your full attention on the screen. Then Aaron Burr, Sir comes on. You sit up a little straighter giving the screen your undivided attention and as Hamilton and Burr walk into the bar.
"Ugh Daveed Diggs is the definition of perfection."
You exclaim as he pops up on the screen.
"Actually the definition of perfection is the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects."
Pope says
"Yeah, exactly Pope it would be easier for them just to put a picture of Daveed there save everyone a little bit of reading time."
You say not taking your eyes off the screen
"Are you crazy? Yeah, Daveed Diggs is hot don't get me wrong but, how are you taking your eyes off of Anthony Ramos?"
Sarah says looking at you bewildered
"Easy" you say looking at Anthony Ramos "okay well maybe not easy but Daveed is talking in French so I can't my eyes off of him."
"I think your both crazy. Lin-Manuel Miranda is standing right there."
Kie says (I don't know why but I feel like Kie would be attracted to Lin-Manuel)
"Daveed is way hotter than both of them."
"Aaron Burr is pretty hot."
Pope says you all nod in agreement but still defend your original man
"I think the guy who plays Mulligan looks pretty hot. So is the guy who plays George Washington."
John B adds
"You won't hear an argument from me there, John B, especially Washington."
You tell him
And that's how you spent the next few minutes arguing over which man was the hottest.
"All I'm saying is Daveed Diggs could get it whenever he wanted, no offense babe."
You say throwing a quick glance towards JJ.
JJ had been sitting there silently through the argument but you hadn't even noticed.
"Daveed Diggs really isn't that hot!"
JJ says loudly over everyone else. Everyone stops arguing and looks at him.
"What? It's true."
"Dude have you seen the man I'm straight but, he's hot."
Pope says and John B nods in agreement
"JJ are you jealous that Y/N thinks Daveed is hot?"
Kie asks teasingly
"No."
JJ says firmly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You knew he was jealous so you stop arguing over the Hamilton guys and just watch the movie. But then Jefferson had to come on screen with that damn magenta suit and you let out a playful wolf whistle. JJ sits there pouting until it's over.
"Babe are you still taking me home?"
"Get Daveed Diggs to."
He says only half playing
"JJ come on, don't be like that."
You say as you grab his hand and tell the other pouges bye.
"I love Hamilton I'm glad it was my turn to pick."
You say happily
"Do you love Hamilton or do you love to drool over Daveed Diggs?"
JJ says
"Eh why can't it be both."
You say thinking you guys were playing, til JJ grunts.
"JJ, I know you are not seriously upset over a man I have never met, who, might I add is twice my age."
You say getting slightly annoyed with the way he was acting.
"You didn't have to keep arguing that he was the hottest."
He said
"Oh my gosh JJ, even John B and Pope were arguing with us. Do you think John B and Sarah are having this argument right now?"
You say glaring at him
"No."
He says in a small voice
"Exactly and don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at Jazzy."
You say raising your eyebrows at him
"Okay fair enough."
âBesides while Daveed Diggs is very hot so are you and I love you more than I love Daveed.â
He leans down and kisses you before taking you home.
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staring out at the setting sun
summary: dwayne sees how close reader is getting to hamilton, and it worries him.
words: 3,845
warnings: spoilers for 3x11 and 3x24
tags: @stanathanxooxâ @pageofultronâ @6adb0yâ @thegoodlonelydalekâ @consultingdoctorwholockâ @starryrevelationsâ @thebeckyjoleneâ @diaryofafan17â @specialagentlokittyâ
a/n: this is part 1 of a 2-part fic. both parts are based off of âsetting sunâ by lord huron
PART 2
I been waiting for you to come,  Staring out at the setting sun    You been running around again      With that boy you call your friend.
As the music thumps against the walls, Dwayne struggles to move through the crowd of people. Tonight is probably the most busy heâs seen it in a long while, and even the team is having trouble dancing and getting refills on their drinks.
Figures the crowd would hit after wrapping up a case.
Finally, Dwayne reaches the bar and comes around the side. And you hadnât noticed him yet - you were much too busy pouring drinks and giving people their food. So as Dwayne gets behind the bar, he thinks for a moment that heâll be able to slip in and lend a hand before you can notice. Pass out a couple beers and prove that his help is needed.
His plan doesnât quite work out, though. âDwayne? Whyâre you here?â You shout at him over the music.
He winces lightly at getting caught, but thereâs no use stalking around now. Dwayne quickly pulls a beer from the ice and hands it to a man while taking his money. âItâs boominâ, tonight! Figured youâd need some help up here.â
And Dwayne already knows what youâre going to say. Still, it pulls a smirk to his lips to hear you say it, anyway. âYou worked all day. You deserve to have some fun, not work even more.â You move past him to grab a couple more glasses, but when he looks over, Dwayne can see your smile.
It only emboldens him.
âNah, Iâm happy to help!â
âDwayne...â
âDonât forget, itâs my bar. I can always order you to let me help.â
Even over the music, he can hear your snort of laughter. But you finally give in, letting Dwayne handle one side of the bar while you work the other. And Dwayne was being honest, he really did want to help. But maybe he had a hidden agenda. Maybe he just wanted to spend some time with you, even if that means working your asses off.
You and him havenât had much chance together, lately. Maybe thatâs on him.
And yeah, heâs tired. Was almost half-tempted to stay behind in the office and catch up on some sleep, but Dwayneâs glad he decided against it. Working with you again, side by side - it was nice. Sometimes, you both brush up against each other running back and forth, trying to fill out orders and keep the bar patrons happy. Once in a while, someone from the team comes up and Dwayne notices you chatting with them, yelling over the music.
Though, Dwayne needs to be conscious of how fast heâs working. Itâs not truly his fault if he gets carried away in looking at you - he just glances over at all the perfect moments. Your hairâs a bit crazy and youâre only dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt, but itâs more than enough to make him lose his focus.
Strangely, Dwayne canât recall when heâs been this happy, recently.
It just seems like everythingâs been so rough, as of late. Brody leaving the team, dealing with the FBI, learning how to work with Gregorio. And yet, none of that affects him, right now.
The rush lasts for a good few hours until the time winds down to midnight. The music is slower, the team had gone home, and it seems like the people of New Orleans were finally giving Dwayne chance to slow down and really appreciate being in your company.
He comes over to the far side of the bar, where youâre organizing the bills. âYouâre doinâ a great job tonight,â Dwayne praises with a big smile. You jump a little, twist your head around, and immediately mimic his smile.
âThanks,â you reply. âYou really didnât have to help out. I know you probably wouldâve wanted to have fun with your friends.â
Dwayne just gives a light scoff at that. âWell, maybe I am having fun with a friend,â he says. You give him a teasing look and go back to counting the bills, but Dwayne really had meant that.
And he knows this isnât the first time he made a impulsive decision to do whatever it takes to spend time with you. To try and fully understand why he gets such fierce butterflies in his stomach for the bartender he hired only months ago. And the thought of maybe trying to move things to another level....
Well, Dwayneâs much too afraid of losing a friend. And a damn good bartender.
âChris was trying to telling me something earlier. Apparently Sebastian wants to become a field agent?â
Instantly, your quest elicits a bark of laughter from Dwayne. âYeah, âpparently so,â he answers.
Itâs your turn to laugh, head shaking lightly. âItâs hard to imagine him with a gun, fighting bad guys and stuff. What do you think about it?â
Your head turns once again to look at him. Dwayne has to focus on the question in order to speak, and he gives a shrug of his shoulders. âHeâs smart. Quick thinker. Donât see why he canât be a good agent, with some training.â
âRight,â you reply slowly. And then your smile gets a bit more mischievous. âSo, do you think Iâd be good agent?â
Dwayne blinks once, and then a little mischievous smile of his own appears. âI donât know. I donât wanna be givinâ you any ideas.â
âIdeas?â
âYep. Iâm way too busy to start lookinâ for another bartender.â
Your laughter sounds even sweeter than the slow jazz music from the stage.
Dwayneâs more than happy to revel in it forever, but as the doors of the Tru Tone open up and catches his eye, his easy happiness is instantly sucked away. Leaves a yawning pit in his gut where the warm pleasure had once been.
But that tends to happen whenever Mayor Hamilton is around.
And he doesnât have to say a word to you. Regrettably, itâs as if youâve got some kind of radar for the dear Mayor. Always knowing and recognizing his presence in the bar, as rare as it is. Dwayne suspects he only comes here for you (pissing him off is just a bonus.)
It also makes Dwayne wonder just how much time youâre spending with Hamilton to make you so attuned to him.
Dwayne looks to you, noticing how youâve bounced up on your toes. Trying to keep your excitement underwraps, but Dwayne can see just how pleased you are to see Hamilton. But you donât move from your spot at the register to greet him. Nor do you call out his name and wave. Because youâre working, and Dwayne knows just how serious you take your job.
For a moment, he thinks about keeping you behind the bar. With him. Away from Douglas Hamilton and his way of poisoning everything he touches. But the notion instantly fills him with guilt - Dwayne canât just abuse his power, like that.
So, hard as it is, he forces a smile on his face and motions to the Mayor with his head. âGo. Youâve been working hard,â he says.
The way your smile goes wide shouldâve made the butterflies worse. This time, it just fills him with dread. âThanks, Dwayne!â
He tries not to stare when you come out from behind the bar to hug Hamilton.
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And itâs driving me insane.  Does he make you say his name?    And you canât get it off your tongue      Little girl, you are not so young
By now, Dwayne should know better than to think he can hide his feelings from Loretta.
Sheâs able to sniff out the storm cloud over his head in seconds. Always has, and sometimes, it can be a little annoying. Canât a man brood in peace without being asked if he wants to talk? But today wasnât one of those days - Dwayne swirling thoughts sometimes makes it hard to breathe.
âWhatâs wrong, Dwayne?â
Thatâs all he really needs.
âItâs Y/N,â he says simply. âAnd Hamilton. Sheâs been spending a lotta time with him lately, and I really donât like it.â
His gaze is elsewhere, away from Loretta and the way her brows shoot up in surprise. He misses how sheâs nearly smirks, but reigns it in at the last second. And as she steps closer, Dwayne feels her hand on his shoulder. âHave you considered that maybe you want her attention on you, instead of Hamilton?â
The question makes him frown in confusion, and as he looks up to Loretta, he instantly reads her face. And he scoffs at her. âIâm not jealous.â Loretta raises a single brow. âIâm not! Iâm worried about her, Loretta. I donât trust Hamilton as far as I can throw him.â
âDwayne, sheâs an adult. Iâm sure she knows what sheâs doing,â Loretta says calmly. And her words cause Dwayne to shake his head and look away. âHas it impacted her work at all?â
â....No.â
âThen let her live her life. And if youâre really so worried, keep an eye out for her. Protect her, if you really think it might go that far.â
But Dwayne doesnât need to be told twice.
If he werenât already on the Mayorâs ass before, then you just cemented Dwayneâs total focus on him.
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Ainât you worried what iâll do?  And that boy should worry, too    Can you face me for what youâve done?      Little girl, you are not so young
Elizaâs death shouldâve been the only thing that weighed on Dwayneâs heart.
It had to be enough for him that Javier Garcia lost everything he had. It had to be enough that he sacrificed him in order to nail Hamilton. Not truly getting justice for Eliza had to mean something.
But when the news of Javierâs death came in, Dwayne felt more heavy than ever.
He hadnât told the team - that can wait until tomorrow. They deserve to have a break, but that didnât mean he could just forget about it. Heâd been uncharacteristically quiet; getting lost in his thoughts and going over the suspects in his mind. Somebody who could gain something from Javierâs death.
The one name that kept popping up was Douglas Hamilton.
And every time it did, Dwayneâs gaze finds you. Happy and vibrant as ever, laughing with strangers up by the bar. Completely unknowing of the kind of man that Hamilton really is. What heâs capable of.
He spent the next few hours mulling over what he should say. Ignoring everybodyâs prods for him to go back to his room above the office and get some sleep. No, this was way more important than sleep. And for all Dwayne knew, you could be in danger, as well.
He wouldnât be able to forgive himself if Hamilton hurt you.
Youâre the one whoâs chatting while the pair of you clean up after the bar closes. Talking about the day - mostly just bitching about how late one of the delivery guys was and you were left waiting for a shipment of beer for two hours. The story really shouldâve lightened Dwayneâs heart.
He was just thinking too much about Eliza. And Javier. And Hamilton....
So as youâre leaving that story and melting into a new one, Dwayne finally stops you. A hand grasping your arm, keeping you in place, uncaring around the empty bottles you carry. Your eyes flash up to him, looking confused, and Dwayne reluctantly meets them. âWe need to talk,â he says simply.
Slowly, you nod and move to set the empty bottles down on the nearest table. âI noticed you were kinda quiet tonight,â you tell him carefully. And when your eyes come up to meet Dwayneâs once again, careful and troubled, it makes his stomach tight. âWhatâs wrong?â
Such a loaded question. And even after hours of thinking about it, Dwayneâs not sure where to start.
His hand falls away from your arm, but he stays close. Keeps his eyes locked on yours, hoping to convey how serious this is. âYou know the man weâve been investigating? Javier Garcia? The man who-â Dwayne had a pause and swallow down the lump in his throat. âThe man who had Eliza killed?â
He knows you never knew Eliza, but you saw him in the aftermath of her death. A sad and angry and self-pitying Dwayne Pride. Not his proudest moment.
Thatâs what makes you nod sadly. âHeâs dead. Was killed a few hours ago.â
Your eyes blink in surprise, and then shift in confusion. âHow? Why?â
âCar bomb,â Dwayne says. âAnd I reckon he was killed so he couldnât tell us things. Things that we need to know. Thatâs the deal we struck with him.â
Dwayne can tell youâre growing more and more confused. Wondering why he was telling you all this. What this all had to do with you. And maybe Dwayneâs just putting off the inevitable. But he takes a breath to brace himself. âI think the person who had him killed was Hamilton.â
Instantly, you pull away from him in a disbelieving shock. Scoffing at his words as if what he told you was completely ridiculous. And maybe to you, it was. âDwayne, thatâs not fucking funny-â
âIâm not tryinâ to be,â he cuts in quickly. âJavier was going to give us information on a lot of bad people. High profile people. And he mentioned Hamilton by name.â
âHeâs a criminal, Dwayne! Or was. Heâd say anything to keep from going to jail - you should know that.â
âHe gave us solid proof. And I canât think of anyone else who even knew Javier was gonna talk-â
âYouâre wrong.â Your voice is hard as steel. Cold in a way that Dwayneâs never heard before, and heâd almost preferred if you started yelling at him. Not watching him with a disappointed look in your eye. âDouglas wouldnât just have somebody killed. Who the hell do you think he is?â
âI think heâs a man whoâs afraid of losing his power,â Dwayne says simply. âA man who will do anything to keep it.â
Youâre silent for a moment, taking his words in before scoffing. You take a single step away from him, and Dwayne reigns in his impulse to move closer. âDo you even have any evidence that he had Garcia killed? Or suspects? Anything?â You ask him. Though, it sounds more like a demand.
He hesitates, lips forming a line before he reluctantly shakes his head.
âThen he didnât do it,â you conclude. âSo donât try to pin this on him.â
With a shake of your head, you finally move to walk past Dwayne, intending to leave. But itâs instinct that has Dwayne reaching out, catching your arm and gripping it tight in his desperation. And he just wishes youâd look him in the eye - make you see how serious he is. Make you see his fear. âPlease, just listen. I already just lost somebody very dear to me. And I know this is all very hard to hear. But Douglas is dangerous, and I donât wanna lose you, too.â
For a moment, you hesitate. And Dwayne thinks that he finally talked some sense into you. Made you see things for how they are.
But then you pull your arm away from him. And Dwayne releases it. âHeâs not dangerous, Dwayne. But if you keep accusing my boyfriend of things he hasnât done, then you will lose me.â
He lets you leave, and even as the doors are slammed shut, Dwayneâs legs donât seem to want to work. He stands there in his quiet, empty bar. And as much as his motives were selfless and innocent - to keep you safe from Hamilton - Dwayne can help the sharp, piercing pain in the center of his chest at that word.
Boyfriend.
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Iâm fond of living, but I would have given it all  For the girl I loved    Oh, is he ready to die for you, baby?      Now that the deed is done?
As numb as Dwayneâs spirit is, he wishes his body would feel the same.
He canât focus on too much of anything besides his aches and the events of the last twenty-four hours.
After everything thatâs happened - after all the sacrifices Dwayne has made to get here - he was finally able to reveal Hamilton for the person he is. Finally able to bring some justice to all the wrong that man has done. And Dwayne can barely believe it, himself. He thinks he may be dreaming, but the smarting of his muscles and the light burn of his stab wound made sure that he was awake.
Though, if anything, his heart felt a little lighter. The team made sure of that.
And Dwayne was sure that one of the sacrifices he made was you. Heâd been so afraid that his attempts to warn you against Hamilton mightâve caused irreparable damage to your relationship. Maybe he hurt you in some way that you canât forgive.
So seeing you slowly walk through the sorry excuse for the doors of the Tru Tone, Dwayne knows he must be dreaming. Or at least maybe seeing things because heâs lost more blood that he realized.
Even from across the bar, he can tell youâd been crying. Red eyes and swollen cheeks and such withdrawn body language. So different from how he knows you to be, and suddenly. Dwayneâs own aches mean nothing.
You mustâve heard about what happened on the news. Because Dwayne knows for a fact that Hamilton is not man enough to call you himself.
As you approach, your eyes kept falling away from Dwayne. Looking sheepish, as if expecting him to start yelling and demanding you get out of his bar. But Dwayne says nothing; honestly, he doesnât really know what to say. So youâre the one to speak up first. âDwayne, I- I heard what happened. With Douglas. After what happened to the bar...â Your eyes float around the room sadly. He knows you loved the place almost as much as he did.
Dwayne does the same, and notices Loretta eyeing the pair of you.
âI didnât want to believe Douglas had anything to do with it,â you continue lowly. âBut then tonight...â
Again, you trail off. And Dwayne finally sets down the gloves heâd been holding. Cleaning the bar can wait. âYou wanna talk?â He offers.
Immediately, you nod. And Dwayne leads you over to whatâs left of the backroom. It reeks of smoke and he canât hardly see much, but itâs private. Quiet. And Dwayneâs barely turned around before youâre on him. Arms around his middle, face in his chest, hugging tight as if heâd suddenly be ripped away.
The way his arms come around you - itâs instinct.
He doesnât even have to think about it.
Holding you feels natural and right. And after today, hell yeah, Dwayne will admit that it feels good.
âIâm so sorry,â you mumble against his chest. To afraid of seeing his face to pull back and say it clearly. âI shouldâve listened. I shouldnât have brushed you off when you were just trying to protect me. I just- I really didnât want to believe that Douglas- that he could-â
Youâre crying again. Dwayne can hear it in the way the hiccups fracture your words. Can feel your jumps in breath. And his hand eventually comes up to cradle the back of your head, letting his fingers card through your hair. He leans his head down, lips brushing your temple. âI understand,â he says. And Dwayneâs voice is just barely above a whisper. As if speaking louder would break this precious moment. âIâm not mad at you, I promise.â
â...Youâre not?â
Dwayne has to breathe to keep from getting too emotional. Your voice was so small. So sad. âNo, honey. I could never be mad at you. Never.â
And oh, how he wishes you could really, truly understand the depth of that response. How itâs not just something heâs saying to make you feel better. Wondering if you really knew how wrapped around your finger he is. And Dwayne wonders if he really should be angry, but he finds that he canât. Thereâs no hot burn in his gut - only the vicious flutter of butterfly wings.
You and resentment just donât fit in the same sentence together.
Eventually, your tears slow. And you pull back to finally meet his eyes. Dwayneâs still running on instinct - his hand comes up to fit along the curve of your cheek. His other settles on your hip, hoping to keep you close and with him. The sensation sends sparks of electricity up his spine. And heâs barely focused on whether itâs a good idea or not to be touching you, like this. If nowâs the right time.
But youâre not pulling away. Surely thatâs a good sign.
And itâs hard for him to believe any of this could be wrong. Because with your arms around his waist, fingers spread over a little area of his back, you seem to be drawing even closer to him. Not pulling away, like you had before. Dwayne hardly dares to breathe.
âDwayne?â
You breathe out his name. It sounds like heaven. âYeah?â
âWhen the barâs back up and running, do I still have a job here?â
And despite his numbing of his spirit and the effect youâre having on him, Dwayne doesnât even try to hold back his small bout of laughter. Neither do you. ââCourse, you do. Canât imagine this place without you with me,â he replies easily.
Honestly, those words came out without his consent. A vulnerable look into his true feelings; much too bold and honest to pretend like it was anything else. It nearly scares Dwayne enough to make him break away. To prompt him into some kind of damage control.
But you donât give him the chance.
Youâre on your toes, and youâre kissing him. Soft and slow and sweet, and itâs a gut reaction to kiss you back with the same warm affection. You just feel too good and too gentle after these last few days of being so hard and angry at everything. It feels like he lost a piece of himself in the hunt.
Now, itâs easy to believe that maybe you were just holding that piece for him.
Your fingers press into his back, holding onto him even tighter when Dwayne tilts your head up to kiss you deeper. Faintly, he hears commotion in the other room. Other people mightâve finally showed up to help. Frankly, Dwayne canât imagine caring, right now. Because you gasp against his lips, exhale a shaky breath, and Dwayne feels like he might die if he lets you go.
For just a few more moments, he can forget about the tears still falling down your cheeks.
Iâm just waiting for night  and the fading light    of the setting sun.
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The Apple
This is a Hamilton tickle fic!
Summary: Philip has a lot in common with his parents, a little bit too much in fact.....
It all started with a simple phrase: The apple doesnât fall far from the tree.
And it is something that is universally known: Like parent like child, like mother like daughter, like father like son.
Children often take things from their parents. Wether it be their eyes, their smiles, their shapes, their love of reading, their athletic skills, their talent or all of the above.
And in nine-year-old Philip Hamiltonâs case, the statement could not be more true.
Philip had his motherâs smile and soothing voice, he had his fatherâs determination and dedication, he had both of his parents love and compassion. And he most certainly had the mischief passed down from both sides of the family.
The day Thomas Jefferson had met Philip, he had referred to him as a mini Alexander. This of course didnât go down too well with Hamilton, because Jefferson was prone to using âAlexanderâ as an insult. Yet little Philip didnât mind, and even asked Thomas why.
âWhy?â, Thomas repeated, âYour confidence, your pride, your postureâ. And as Alexander was walking Philip home that night, he heard Jefferson mutter from behind them, âAnd his annoyingnessâ.
Luckily, Philip hadnât heard that.
Another time that somebody had made a similar comment about Philipâs similarities with his parents was when his grandfather of the same name had stated: âWow! You look identical to your mother when you smile!â. Alexander had shrugged, kissing his wife, âI know, itâs beautiful isnât it?â.
But by far the most interesting time this had happened was on one sunny July afternoon.Â
Philip, Alexander, Eliza, Burr and Angelica were all having a picnic at the park. Philip was preoccupied with throwing crumbs of his jam donut at the ducks in the lake, despite the fact that his parents had told him not to. Again, the Hamilton-Schuyler mischief.
Philip crouched down by the lake, extending an arm out with a small crumb in it. A small fluffy brown duck paddled up to him and started nibbling it from the young boyâs freckled fingers.
âDaddy daddy look!â Philip cried in delight, as more ducks swam towards him.
Alexander gasped, âPhilip, no!â. He ran up to his boy and lifted him up by his torso. âPut me down!â he said, struggling, âThe ducks are hungry!â
âPhilip Hamilton, you should know better than to be crouching down beside the lake, you could have fallen in and got hurt!â, Alexander exclaimed.
âBut the ducks are so cuuuuteâ, Philip whined, as Alexander marched him back to the picnic blanket.
âWowâ, Burr remarked, âThe kids determined, like you Alexander!â
âThe apple doesnât fall far from the treeâ Eliza said, as Alexander placed the small boy on her lap. Philip sat up and pricked his ears up:Â âWhat does that mean?â.
Aaron Bur, having been a prized language student, smiled and explained, âYou know how apples sometimes grow on trees?â.
âYesâ Philip said in interest. âWellâ, Burr said, âYou grew from your parents. And when apples fall, they land close to the tree they fall from. Like how you are close to your parents!â.
âOhhhhhâ, Philip said, âI get it now. But wait, what if a bird swoops down and carries the apple away from the tree?â.
The adults all laughed gently. âOutside of the box thinkerâ, Angelica said, âJust like your motherâ.
Philip tilted his head to the side:Â âAre you saying that I look like a box to you, Auntie Angie?â.
The adults all laughed again, and Burr leaned over to poke Philip in the side playfully. The freckled boy squealed and jumped, making everyone smile.
âAnd there is something else he has in common with his fatherâ, Eliza stated, fluttering her fingers against the ribs of the boy below her, âHeâs insanely ticklish!â.
âMuhum!â, Philip giggled, squirming around, âStohohohop!â
Eliza stopped and smirked up at her husband, whoâs face was redder than a tomato. Philip jumped out of Elizaâs arms and jumped at his dad, tackling him down to the grass.
âYeah, pops is very ticklish!â Philip exclaimed, before clawing his little fingers into his fatherâs belly.
Alexander burst out laughing, only squirming lightly as not to hurt his son.
âPihihiihihip, stohohohohop it! Plehehehehase!â.
âAh, noâ, Philip stated, keeping up his attack. The other adults all watched fondly, smiles on their faces.Â
âHey, little buddyâ, Burr said, tapping Philip on the shoulder, âHave you tried out his tummy button yet?â.
Philip smiled up at him before dipping his finger into the dreaded spot.
âNOHOHOHO PIHIHIHIHP, NOHOHOHOT NIHIHIHIHIHICE!â.
Burr grinned:Â âOh, it must be niceâ, he said, joining in with Philip and tickling Alexanders neck. Alexander squealed and pinned it to his chest:Â âNOHOHOHOHOHHO BUHUHUHUHURR!â.
âHey, heyâ, Burr said, putting a finger to his lips, âTalk lessâ. He dug his hands under the mans arms, wiggling his fingers into the hollows, âSmile moreâ.
Alexander collapsed in laughter, from both his sonâs tickles and his friendâs tickles.Â
âOkâ, Eliza chuckled in amusement,âGuys, donât get carried away, you donât want to kill him! Have a lettuce sandwichâ, she offered.
Burr stoped and took the sandwich:Â âThanks Elizaâ. Yet Philip was still tickling his dadâs stomach and sides.
âLettuce, eww!â, he remarked, not slowing his attack one bit.
âEHEHEHEHEHEHAT YOUR VEHEHEHEHEGETABLES!â, Alexander cried, kicking his legs out a little bit. A wide grinned sread across Philipâs face, âNah, Iâm hungry for something else popsâ.Â
Philip lifted up his dadâs shirt and lowered his head to his stomach.
Alexanderâs eyes widened, âNo,Philip, donât you dareâ.
Philip chuckled, causing Alexander to start wiggling from just the feeling of his sonâs breath on his stomach, âIâm sorry daddy, but you do this to me all the time. I deserve a bit of revenge!â
And with that, Philip inhaled and blew.
âBAHAHAHAH PHIHIHIHIHILIP NOHOHO!â.
âPhilip yes!â, the boy exclaimed, inhaling before blowing another one.
âSHIHIHIHT AHAHAHAHA!â.
âAlexander!â, Eliza exclaimed, shocked by the language coming from his husbandâs mouth, âNot in front of Philipâ.
âSOHOHOHHOHOHOHORRY!â, Alexander laughed, as Philip went to squishing the sides of his belly.
âNOHOHOHOHO, ANYTHING BUT THAHAHAHAT!â.
Eliza smirked, âYou know, I was going to help defend you Alexander, but because of your foul language, I know longer feel motivated to do soâ.
âEHEHEHELIZA!â
âThatâs my nameâ, Eliza teased, poking at his husbands hips a bit.Â
âNAHAHAHAHA ENOHOHOHHOUGH!â.
Eliza giggled and pulled her son off her husband lightly:Â âCome on Philip, he deserves a breakâ.
Philip giggled and sat up, running into Auntie Angieâs lap. Angelica humphed, Philip was getting to be really big!Â
âI think a puberty growth spurt is just around the cornerâ, Angelica remarked.
Philip looked up at her, âWhatâs puberty? Will it make me stronger!â.
Philip flexed his muscles, and Angelica snuck a tickle under his arms.
âH-hey!â, he giggled, pinning them down to his sides.
Angelica shrugged cheekily, âItâs time to bring justice to your poor father!â. She wiggled her fingers up and down Philips belly and torso.
âNohoho, Ahahahahangieâ, the boy giggled, squirming lightly in his auntieâs arms.
âSorry Pip, all in the name of justiceâ, Angelica teased.
âYeah!â, Alexander remarked from the other side of the picnic rug, âNext time youâll think twice about tickling your father!â.
Angelica dipped her finger into Philipâs button.
âSHIHIHIHIT!â.
Everyone gasped, and Angelica stopped.
âPhilip, donât say that word!â, Angelica remarked.
âYeahâ, Eliza added, âYour fatherâs a bad influenceâ.
Philip chuckled and smiled at his mother:Â âThe apple doesnât fall far from the treeâ.
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Netflixâs Clickbait Ending: Was Nick Guilty?
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Warning: contains Clickbait finale spoilers.
First up, fair play to any production that manages to deliver in the middle of this pandemic. Netflix thriller Clickbait started filming in Melbourne in December 2019, was forced to stop in March 2020, then came back eight months later and got the job done. That is no mean feat and praise is owed to all concerned.Â
The precise nature of Clickbaitâs job was to create a twist-filled thriller, which it absolutely did. The eight-part Netflix series is thick with twists, red herrings and âwait a goddam minuteâ cliff-hangers that ensure you do as the title suggests and click âNext Episodeâ. In its frenzy to keep us all guessing until the end though, it took a few logic-missing leaps. For anybody still not clear on the ending, or for those who gave up halfway but still want to find out how things wrapped up, hereâs what went down.
Who kidnapped Nick Brewer?
Easy one. That was Simon Burton and his stoner friend Daryl. Six months before they kidnapped Nick, Simonâs sister Sarah killed herself after she was rejected and goaded to do it by her online boyfriend âJeremyâ. Simon and Daryl then found messages between Sarah and Jeremy on her phone, read about him in her journal, and tracked down an online photograph of him under his real name: Nick Brewer. They thought Nick was the one taking advantage of Sarah, and he was responsible for her suicide. So they ambushed Nick on his cycle to work, drugged him and tied him up in the back of a van, then filmed him holding signs saying âI abuse womenâ and âAt 5 million views I dieâ, and released the video anonymously online.
Why did Simon and Daryl need the video to get five million views before killing Nick?
No reason, other than they wanted to publicly expose Nick as an abusive cheat and destroy his reputation in grand style. Whether they would have just let him go if the views hadnât rolled past the five million point, we donât know. Daryl, who is not bright, did get excited about the video going viral and them getting âfamousâ, but whether he was expecting fame as a murderer, kidnapper or the anonymous maker of a video, is not clear.
Was Nick responsible for Sarah Burtonâs suicide?
Not at all. Nick Brewer had never met Sarah Burton (whose online dating profile was under the name âMaggie Oxleyâ for reasons undisclosed). âMaggieâ had never met âJeremyâ in real life, and was being catfished by Dawn Gleed, the receptionist at Nickâs place of work. Dawn used Nickâs photographs and personal details gleaned from their friendship to pose as versions of him on multiple online dating sites, to fulfil her deep well of loneliness as a childless woman whose husband played with train sets. It was Dawn posing as Nick/Jeremy who irritably rejected Sarah because she was smitten with new cat fishing victim Emma, and told Sarah to make good on her suicide threat.
Why did Simon let Nick go?
Because he realised Nick was telling the truth about not being the one whoâd messaged Sarah, and that the âevidenceâ beach photo of Nick and Sarah together was clearly a Photoshop fake. (As Nick pointed out, the horizon wasnât level.) Simon deliberately left Nick alone in the truck with access to a Stanley knife so he could cut through his restraints and escape. Simon pursued Nick with a gun, but let him go because Nick promised to find the person who had really typed that message to Sarah, to take them to the police and make them pay. Handily, the kidnap truck was parked within walking distance of Dawn Gleedâs house, so Nick went straight there having realised that Dawn was the only person who had access to his photographs and knew about his wife Sophie cheating on him. (Which Sarah Burton had written about in her journal.)
Who killed Nick?
Joe Gleed, Dawnâs husband, on the spur of the moment. Months earlier, Joe discovered that Dawn had been posing as Nick online to catfish women, and she promised him sheâd stopped. When Nickâs kidnap became a top news story, and an angry, blood-stained, beaten Nick showed up at Dawn and Joeâs house after escaping his kidnappers, Joe hit him twice with the hammer heâd been using to destroy Dawnâs laptop, killing him. Then Joe dumped his body by the river. Days later, when the metadata from Dawnâs Photoshop pictures led Nickâs son Kai to Joe and Dawnâs house, they kidnapped him, went on the run and Joe was eventually shot dead by a police officer when he refused to give up his weapon.
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Who ran Emma Beeslyâs car off the road?
That was Joe Gleed again. When Emma went to Nickâs office to lay flowers at his memorial and smell his scarf, Dawn ushered her away and presumably found out which hotel she was staying at in town. Joe then called her hotel room with a threat, and when that didnât work, ran her off the road. Joe and Dawn were trying to make sure that Emma didnât reveal she had never met Nick Brewer, so that the catfishing link wouldnât come up, leading a trail back to Dawn.Â
Was Nick cheating on Sophie?
We assume not, and we never saw him cheat, but Nick did lie to Simon Burton in the back of that van when he told him that he didnât have an online dating profile. Two years ago, before Dawn even got involved, Nick already had a dating profile on app D8R, on which he was registered under the name âNick Chabotâ and pretending to be an architect from San Jose, rather than a physical therapist from Oakland. When Nick started work at the sports centre, Dawn synced Nickâs phone to his work computer and spotted a notification for a flirtatious message heâd received via the app from Mandy Harrison, whoâd sent him bikini photos he complimented her on. So, Nick didnât seem to be cheating/have cheated on Sophie, but he also wasnât telling the whole truth either.
But Sophie had cheated on Nick?
Yes, that was all very straightforward. Sheâd had a brief affair with colleague Curtis Hamilton, who agreed to meet Nick in a bar and had a fight with him weeks before his kidnap, making Hamilton an early suspect in Nickâs murder.Â
Was Nick having sex with his volleyball students?
No, not that we know of, but his colleague Matt Aldin was having a sexual relationship with volleyball student Tara Wilson. When she broke it off, Matt became unreasonable and coercive and posted nude photos of Tara online as revenge. When questioned by Pia, Matt denied releasing the photos. He may have simply been lying, or perhaps the photo leak was also done by Dawn Gleed. The nude photos of Tara were stored on Mattâs work computer, to which we know Dawn had access as she planted the Photoshopped pictures there of Nick with Emma and Sarah, to frame Matt as the catfish whoâd posed as Nick online.Â
Who was son Ethan talking to online?
A red herring named Alison. That was a good one. All the way through, weâd been led to be suspicious of Ethan and his online pal Al2005, but really, she was exactly who she says she was: an Oakland teen trapped inside her house due to anxiety and depression.Â
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For @thefanficfaerieââs OTP Challenge (2020)         Words: 787 Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader       Prompt: Spooktacular Halloween: Day 30- Festival Summary: The day of the Tony Festival has arrived and itâs time for Tony and Reader to debut their Alexander and Eliza Hamilton costumes.
âYou know, period garb looks good on me.â Tony commented, adjusting his jacket. He looked to his left where you were walking beside him. âBut it looks even better on you.â He smirked.
âI just know how to work my angles. Plus it doesnât hurt that I made the costumes.â You laughed. âSo, what are we going to hit up first? Games, rides, the food?â
âHow about games?â Tony suggested. âIt might be fun to fill Baby Starkâs nursery with all the prizes I win.â
âIâll have you know I used to have a reputation as Queen of the Ring Toss.â You informed him.
âWell from ages five to seven I had a nanny who took me to Coney Island every Friday. So, weâll see who the Queen of the Ring Toss is.â Tony took your hand and walked with you through the festival booths. The two of you kept your eyes out for the Ring Toss.
âHow do you do with the balloon pop?â Tony asked. He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the booth.
âUgh, Iâm terrible at it.â You complained.
âPerfect.â Tony smiled mischievously. Tony stepped up to the booth and paid the attendant. The attendant handed him five darts. Tony picked up the first one and began to take aim. From behind you, you heard girls giggling and you turn to see what the excitement was.
âIâm telling you itâs him.â One girl whispered loudly. She was standing with two other friends, each of them barely over twenty-one.
âYou really think Tony Stark and his wife came to the town festival the day before Halloween?â One of her friends asked before sipping from her beer.
âWell, why not?â The third girl asked. âThey live in the town, donât they?â
âOn the edge of the town.â The second girl commented.
âDonât look now,â You whispered to Tony as he tossed his second dart towards the wall of balloons. âBut youâve got some admirers.â
âHm?â He looked over his shoulder. He saw the same three girls. Tony waved at the girls before turning back to his game. After Tony had tossed the last of his darts he was gifted a small bear as a prize. âFirst one is for you.â He handed the bear over with a kiss. âNext oneâs for baby.â
âHi, um, Iâm sorry if this is like totally crazy but are you Tony Stark?â The first girl in the group was finally brave enough to ask.
âWell, tonight my name is Alexander Hamilton.â He answered with a wink. âThis is my wife, Eliza.â
âI get it!â The girl nodded. âYou want to keep a low profile. We totally understand.â She began backing away towards her friends.
âWould you girls like a picture?â You offered.
âOh, you donât have to do that.â The second girl insisted. âYou two should enjoy your night together.â
âCâmon.â You waved them all over. âHow often will you get a chance to meet Alexander Hamilton?â You asked them.
âTwice.â Tony answered. âOnce now and if they ever wander across Lin Manuel Miranda at a Halloween Festival. Do you think Lin is here? Should I call him?â
âYou have Lin Manuel Mirandaâs phone number and you never invited him over for dinner?â You questioned.
âOf course, how do you think I got us those Hamilton tickets for Surprise Date Night?â He questioned.
âWow. You two are officially my favorite celebrity couple.â One of the girls gushed.
âOkay ladies, Iâve got big plans to try and eat an entire blooming onion by myself so the offer is going fast. The three of you want photos?â You asked them with a smile. The three girls looked among each other before nodding excitedly. âGreat. We can do individual photos and them one group picture. Iâll happy take them the only thing I ask is that you donât post the photos on social media until tomorrow. Let Mr. Stark and I enjoy our date night, okay?â
The three girls agree before lining up and posing for photos with Tony. Once the group photos were done the girl thanked you multiple times before Tony was finally able to drag you away.
âThat was nice of you.â Tony commented as you stepped in line for a blooming onion.
âI remember what it was like at their age. I think I would have died if I had seen Harrison Ford at a town festival when I was younger.â You told him.
âReally?â Harrison Ford?â Tony asked.
âI liked Star Wars as a kid, sue me.â You shrugged. The two of you stepped forward in line. âAnd I canât help it if I have a thing for guys with crooked grins and an abundance of confidence.â
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I Wrote My Own Deliverance
Chapter 10 out of 10
Alexander Hamilton is reborn as Alex Hambleton. He is desperate not to make the same mistakes twice, but it seems he is stuck in the narrative, unable to get out. Familiar faces pop up all around him as he attempts to keep his previous life a secret and write himself out of the story.
On AO3.
Ships: none
Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!!
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â- Oh my god, you have been roommates with Aaron Burr for over a year!â
Alex winced. Heâd hoped everyone had forgotten that detail, but it seemed not as the entire room exploded once more. With a last âWhat the shit, Alex,â from Laurens the room fell quiet to look at him expectantly.
He shrugged and said: âI made my peace with Burr, heâs pretty cool.â
And with that the whole room was send into disarray again.
âHow!â John shrieked, âHe murdered you!â
âYeah and he had his reasons. I hate to inform you, but I was the one that said yes to the duel and insulted him the whole way through.â Alex shot back, âBesides, I thought we had just established that this time things can be different. If I can believe in Aaron, I can believe in myself. So far heâs been nothing but civil to me, heâs just another student wanting to live his life.â
It was quiet for a moment and Alex offered: âAnd Betsy already punched him, so even-Steven?â
âOnly you, Alexander.â Eliza face palmed.
âI try.â he grinned.
âWait,â Angelica said and Alex was scared of what she remembered, âYou already knew at the party. Why did you come if you knew you would get punched?â
âFirst of, I didnât want to assume and I only put the pieces together when the fist was already flying at my face. Second, I kinda did deserve that.â he told her.
âThatâs not exactly healthy.â John pointed out, but he shut up after a look from Alex, the other had too much dirt on him and John was honestly the last who could talk about fighting as a coping mechanism.
Alex stuck his tongue out, as he turned and grabbed his phone: âSpeaking of the party and Aaron, I probably need to find him before he does something stupid with his self-esteem issues and blame complex, like no offense, but our last meeting was not the most important thing ever.â
âYou died.â Lafayette pointed out.
âHappens to the best of us,â Alex shrugged, âCase and point.â
âEgo much.â John grumbled and Alex just smiled as he called Aaron anonymously, the man probably wouldnât pick up otherwise.
âAh, yes, with me, Alex, your favourite and only roommate.â
âNo, Iâm not here to yell at you. I would have done that already if I wanted to.â
âYeah, naturally, I never come back on my words.â
âTheyâre here yeah, already yelled at me and stuff.â
âI cannot with a 100% certainty promise that you will not get punched, but I am willing to try and convince them otherwise.â
He hung up and turned to the others: âAaron is coming over, be nice.â
âWhy would I be nice.â John pouted, arms crossed.
âBecause, my dear Laurens, I have forgiven him and he could use some friends.â Alex explained.
âIâm with John here, I donât want to be his friend.â Eliza mirrored John.
Alex smiled and said: âI know, Betsy, I know, but he hasnât had it easy either. Even more of a nay-sayer and all around stick in the mud this time around. He has no one, you know how much it sucks to have no one.â
âTheodosia?â she asked, but Alex could tell her bleeding heart was giving in.
âHasnât come back, yet.â he smiled sadly at her.
âAlright, I wonât punch him then.â she threw her hands in the air.
They turned to John, who moped: âWhatever, but Iâm not going to be nice.â
âOh come on, man.â Herc said, âMaking fun of Burr was always fun, itâll be like the good old days when we were right and he told us to shut up.â
âYou have a warped idea of fun, mon ami.â Laf told him.
âLike you werenât there every single time to join in.â Herc shot back as they dissolved into squabbling.
Alex smiled and finally felt like he could take a breath. He had his friends around him again and no matter what the world threw at him, he could take it. He was home.
A knock at the door shook him out of his musings and he threw a look over his shoulder as he walked over to the door. Before he opened it, he warned: âBe nice.â
Aaron was indeed standing there and Alex greeted him cheerily: âAaron Burr, sir.â
âAlexanderâ Aaron greeted with a wince.
âCome on, donât be like that. If I had known you would become more boring, I would have never written another public document to fuck with you.â Alex grinned.
âDonât antagonize him, Alex.â Eliza called out.
âYeah, we all know how that turned out last time.â John huffed.
The comments didnât really help, because Aaron winced as he started to back away, clearly on the brink of running.
âGuys, please try to be civil.â it earned Alex some disbelieving snorts, âLook at him, heâs about to cry. Are you gonna make Aaron Bartow cry?â
âOh, itâs Aaron Bartow now?â John huffed.
âYes. Yes, it is.â Alex said, âJust like youâre John Lawson and Iâm Alex Hambleton. Weâre not the same people anymore and I forgave Aaron a long time ago. He deserves people who know and understand as much as the next person.â
âYou forgive me?â Aaron voice sounded so small and fragile that all retorts that might have been, died before they were spoken.
âI do.â Alex told him, âI saw your face, you know? When you shot. You were bracing for a bullet and when it didnât come you looked so heartbroken and surprised. Van Ness had to drag you away. I donât forget easily. I know Iâm abrasive and a loud mouth that has an opinion on everything, who makes rash decisions, so I donât blame you for wanting to protect yourself.â
Aaron looked at him wordlessly, unsure of what to say.
Alex grinned: âIâm aware you have a stick up your ass, but are you going to stare at my handsome face the entire day or am I going to get a hug.â
âYouâre an asshole.â Aaron told him as he clutched the other tightly.
âIâve been told.â Alex replied, merely holding on just as strong.
It took a while before either let go, but Alex was planning to hide for today and standing in the hallway with his door open was not ideal, especially as time went on and more people got the news, so he pried Aaron off him and led him inside.
He turned back to properly close the door when it was slammed open by none other than Tom, or Thomas Jefferson, he wasnât sure who he had in front of him.
âYou.â he pointed at Alex, whose eyes grew wide as he held up his hands, probably Jefferson he thought, âYou motherfucker.â
Jefferson slammed down his hand and seethed: âThis, really? You and your fucking pamphlets have to- Ugh! Itâs always fucking you with your big ego and thousands of words that donât even make sense most of the time and-â
âHey, dude, calm down.â Alex cut him off, âWhat got you so mad?â
âThis triggered my memories.â Jefferson admitted with venom, âNot the history lessons, not my face in buildings, not my legacy fucking me over or even that stupid musical. But you and your constant need for attention.â
âAh,â Alex is quite unsure about what to say and one look at the others confirmed that neither did they, so he weakly offered, âAt least you remember?â
âLike you think thatâs a good thing, I read your stupid pamphlet, Lord knows I did, and it sucks, asshole.â Jefferson snarled, âWe both know that.â
âIt gets better when you find people.â Alex said, gesturing to the others, who waved awkwardly.
âMaybe, but I donât really have anybody, now do I?â Jefferson told him and Alex wouldâve never thought heâd see the day where he sympathized with Jefferson, though in front of him was Tom as well, not just Jefferson anymore.
âI thought we were kind of friends?â he replied, âI like debating with you and we agree more this time and, look, I know people we knew.â
Jefferson looked at him as if he had three heads as he slowly said: âYou, Alexander Hamilton, you- you want to be friends? With me? Did you hit your head? Like is there something wrong with you and are you missing your memories? You hate me.â
âNo, I hate Thomas Jefferson and if I recall correctly, your name is Tom Jamesson.â Alex replied, âAnd if you look closely, youâll see Aaron Bartow sitting there. Besides, I think I can handle more debating in my life.â
âOnly you would keep someone in your life to fight with them.â Tom said with a faked annoyance, âThough my name is actually Thomas Jamesson, so get your fact straight.â
âWell, then, Thomas, welcome to my humble abode, now please shut the door behind you before nosy strangers come in.â Alex said when Thomasâ reply wasnât a blunt no.
Thomas snorted: âYou published your life story again and youâre worried about nosy strangers.â
âItâs about the principle of the thing, I wanna do it all official, maybe hold a press conference, get a dinner thrown in my honor, make a long speech that everyone is forced to listen to. Itâll be great.â he grinned.
âThe fact that I believe you is disturbing.â Angelica piped up.
And so they roped Thomas into the fray that was their little Revolution crew as they talked about their life now and their life back then. They compared notes on what was different and what was the same.
Apparently the Schuyler sisters were now childhood best friends and Angelicas memories had triggered those of the others. Eliza remarked: âPeggy was so sad she couldn't come to slap you into next week, but she has her internship.â
âNot looking forward to that.â Alex winced, âAnd I thought she liked me?â
âShe does, she just likes fighting more.â Angelica commented humorously, âBeing able to have opinions and do stuff, has really gotten her out of her 18th century shell.â
âGood for her.â Alex nodded.
âThatâs what I said!â John exclaimed excitedly.
They moved on to Lafayette, who told them it was same old French noble blood and being send off to America for better education and to explore the world. He pouted over not being as close to Washington anymore, but brightened when he told them about the tea they drank together every other Wednesday.
John didnât say anything about his father, besides the fact that he was a Senator and still a dick, or other family for that matter, but he was ecstatic that he would be able to become a Doctor this time around and he loved his study dearly.
Thomas didnât really say much either. He was still struggling with connecting his two identities and what that meant for him. When asked about James, he sadly said: âIf I saw him, we didnât recognize each other.â
âHey, weâll find him if heâs out there.â Alex comforted him, then joked, âHe probably remembered and tried to stay as far away from here as possible to avoid seeing me again.â
It got a small huff of amusement out of Thomas.
Alex looked at Aaron to ask about him, when his phone rang. Nervously he picked up: âHello, yes, this is Alex Hambleton speaking.â
âAh, youâve read it then.â
âI understand.â
âWithin the month?â Alex asked surprised, âThen I get to keep my scholarship? Thank you so much, sir!â
He turned to the others who were waiting expectantly as he grinned: âLooks like Iâm getting registered and my plan for world domination is still on track.â
âIâll drink to that.â Herc yelled, getting cheers from the others.
Alex smiled in the midst of his friends with a future bright and obtainable. A story ready for him to write how he saw fit, unbound by mistakes of the past.
He might be an old story in a new place, but there was always room for a rewrite. They were already on the second draft anyway.
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The Singer
Anthony Ramos x OC
Warnings: Some swearing, drinking
A/N: Thank you so much to @charming-charlie for collborating with me on this! All credit goes to her on this chapter.
Summary: Anthony and Scarlett get to know each other, in what one would consider a first date. Who knew it would end in embarrassment?
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Chapter 2: The First Date
New York City was bustling with people, especially at night. The tourists were gone, sleeping in their hotel rooms, leaving the regular city dwellers to finally come out and enjoy their hometown. Scarlett saw instantly how Anthony was able to blend in. Despite being on one of the biggest productions on Broadway, no on was flocking to him, grabbing at him, desperate for some attention. He seemed to know how to avoid detection, which allowed Scarlett to think that he snuck away like this before.
The walk was quiet, with a few pleasantries between the singers. She wanted to ask him some questions, get to know him, but she didnât want to dominate the conversation, or say something that could be taken in a different way. She just met the man and she didnât want to say the wrong thing. However, she kept telling herself that if she didnât say something, he might take it as she wasnât interested.
The restaurant was nestled in between a music store and a bagel shop. Scarlett almost missed it and she probably would have if Anthony didnât steer her in the right direction. Their shoulders crashed against one another as he nodded toward the Italian bistro and Scarlett followed his line of sight. The restaurant had tall dark windows, a cafĂŠ area outside that was surrounded by white lights, and a revolving door that led to the inside. One thing Scarlett saw about this place that stood out: it was small. Like, impractically small. Thereâs no way the two of them would find a table, let alone be seated comfortably.
Yet Anthonyâs smile was as bright as ever.
The pair walked in and the hostess smiled in greeting. âHey Anthony. Usual table?â she asked politely as she turned to start fishing out menus from the box behind her. Anthony shook his head. âNah, I donât have my whole crew with me tonight. Table for two instead.â The hostess nodded approvingly, removing two black menus from the box, and motioning Anthony to follow her.
Scarlett was right. The place was jam packed, lively and jovial. It reminded her of her club on a Saturday night. Loud and boisterous, but still classy and respectful. She was so in trance with all the people, mostly because it only seemed to add to her anxiety, that she was completely caught off guard when she reached a staircase. âYou coming?â she heard Anthony above her.
Looking up, she saw the Broadway star was halfway up the stairs, his body turned to look at her with confusion. âDonât tell me you have a fear of stairs,â Anthony said, although his tone was meant to be taken in jest. Scarlett shook her head as she followed him up the flight of steps.
The second floor of the restaurant was much quieter and had less people. The blonde caught on quickly. They were in the VIP area of the restaurant, and Anthony frequented this place enough to have a table to himself. It was surprising, and Scarlett had to admit, she may even felt a little bit jealous at the connection that Anthony had. He didnât seem to flaunt the fact that he was this ginormous Broadway star.
The couple took a seat at a small table in the back and Scarlett could feel her exhaling a sigh of relief that they were not in center view. She was shy, especially in big crowds. This was a good setting for her. The menus were placed in front of them, along with a complimentary basket of breadsticks. Scarlett did not feel hungry. Her nerves were getting to her.
âCan I start you off with any drinks?â a waiter appeared suddenly, as if on cue. Then again, Scarlett shouldnât be surprised. It was the VIP area after all. âA bottle of Chardonnay sound good?â Anthony asked Scarlett, who merely nodded at the suggestion. âAâight, we will start with that.â The waiter left after being dismissed to fetch the wine, leaving Anthony and Scarlett alone for a few minutes.
Say something, Scarlett told herself. She practically had a celebrity, a Broadway idol, in front of her and she couldnât get her mouth to work. He sang, acted, and danced every night. Maybe he has a few pointers for a singer like herself. Thatâs what they have in common so far. Talk about that, she told herself. It was at this point she was started to mentally curse her nervous and shy personality.
âHow long have you been singing?â Anthony asked. He took a breadstick from the basket and began munching on it. Scarlett looked at him with a sort of crinkled face. It was like she was studying him, like she had a test about him the next day. Anthony didnât waver; he must be used to people gawking at him like that. âA while. I was a waitress at the bar until my boss caught me singing a tune in the back while washing out the glasses. Since then, I was promoted to the spotlight,â Scarlett answered as calmly as she could. Her hands were pressed tightly in her lap and she knew they would start trembling if she let them go.
The waiter came back, popped the cork on the bottle, and filled two wine glasses with the white liquid before leaving the bottle in an ice bucket on the table. Once he left, Scarlett found her hand wrapped tightly around the glass and bringing it to her lips, where she took a small sip, followed by a larger sip before setting the glass down. From that point on, she started to loosen up. She could feel it. Good, this was good. Maybe now she could relax and enjoy Anthonyâs company without worrying about her shy demeanor.
The pair talked about anything and everything after that. Anthony told her about the jokes and hijinks that went on backstage at Hamilton, including the time he hid the kingâs crown from Jonathan Groff. Poor Jonathan was forced to go onstage in a cheap and flimsy kingâs hat from a costume store. Scarlett told Anthony about the time she took up horseback riding, only to end up with a broken arm in the process. When she revealed that the horseâs name was Bad Luck, Anthony broke out into a fit of giggles at how poetically karmic the name was.
At that point, the bottle of Chardonnay was totally empty, including half of the breadstick basket. Anthony had already paid for their next-to-nothing meal and pocketing his credit card when Scarlett was coming back to reality. Something didnât feel right. Anthony noticed immediately and looked at her with concern. âYou okay?â he asked and the blonde nodded. The Broadway star seemed unconvinced. âWhere do you live?â he questioned with a cocked eyebrow. âDown the road. Like two blocks that way,â Scarlett ended up answering. She tried to point in one direction, but her arm was twirling in the air, pointing everywhere. She lowered her arm, confused as to why her appendages were not obeying the commands from her brain. âNear the bakery,â Scarlett mentioned. She loved waking up to the smell of freshly baked bread and cookies. Her apartment complex was right next door.
Anthony nodded. He knew the place well enough. Once or twice, the cast and crew received treats from the bakery. âCâmon, letâs get you home.â He stood up easily, like he didnât have a drink at all. Scarlett, however, seemed to stumble just to get on her feet. Anthony approached her, grabbing her by the arm and carefully guiding her. It practically hit Scarlett as the two were making their way across the room to the stairs, that maybe Anthony only drank his own glass of wine. That meant⌠shit, Scarlett! You drank the whole damn bottle!
There were no words to describe what she felt. Anger at herself for being so stupid and careless was at the top of the list. Now Anthony was seeing her in a drunken stupor, and the pair only just met tonight. This was not looking good.
Scarlett had to grip the railing, with Anthony holding tightly around her waist, as she practically hobbled down the stairs. She could walk but not in a straight line. More than once, Anthony had to pick her up and help her down the flight of stairs, like she was a child. The embarrassment that seeped inside her was also not helping. Once outside, she was hoping the fresh air would do her some good, yet all she really wanted to do was run up and down the street with her arms spread wide. Thank god Anthony continued to keep a tight grip on her.
Normally, he would call for a cab, but since Scarlett lived so close, and he wanted to see that she got home safely, he stayed by her side. âHow much did I drink?â Scarlett asked, her words were slurring a bit. Anthony almost thought she asked something else, something with a bit of gibberish in it, but he was able to pick out the phrase. âA lot,â he said with a laugh. Scarlett felt herself turn red from embarrassment. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, it did nothing to help with her mental state.
The apartment complex was a bit rundown. It was a newer building but from the looks of things, it gave the impression that the construction company rushed to get it ready. The roof was in need of cleaning, the paint was chipping off, and it gave off this feeling that rent was cheaper than normal, especially in a city like New York. âWhat floor?â Anthony asked. Scarlett was clinging to him now. Her arm was wrapped around his shoulders and she just raised one finger in the air.
It took a while to figure out exactly which apartment was hers. She would giggle when he asked and even tried to keep the key away from him in some weird game of keep-away. Once inside, Anthony was surprised to find it sort of normal. Despite Scarlett having too much to drink, which he felt was fine considering everything, he enjoyed talking to her and getting to know her tonight. In his experience, that often came with hidden secrets from girls he would be interested in. A messy home, a kid he didnât know the girl had, money problems, so on and so forth. Scarlett continued to surprise him.
He set her down on the couch and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a glass of water in his hand and was offering it to the blonde. âHere, thisâll help,â he said gently. He sat next to her and Scarlett took the water, along with a few sips of the helpful drink. It did do wonders. She knew the reason she was hit so hard from the bottle of wine was because she drank on an empty stomach. That was on her and she wouldnât blame Anthony if he didnât want to see her again. With that thought, she felt like maybe she should tell him how she was feeling, especially when she had liquid courage working its way through her system.
âThanks for bringing me home,â she said while setting the glass of water down on the coffee table in front of her. She turned to look at the Broadway star with a smile. Anthony was about to say something but Scarlett kept talking. âYouâre really cute,â she said while leaning into him, âLike, really, really cute.â That was not how she wanted to start the conversation but oh well, itâs out in the open now.
âI kinda like you,â Scarlett continued. She caught Anthony off guard, she could tell by the look on his face, yet her drunken stupor apparently didnât care. âI think you are funny, good-looking, and that smile, dude,â she replied. Anthony was beaming at the compliments, but he remained composed. He was determined to keep his hands to himself. One bad news story and the tickets for his show would flop, plus he might be out of a job. That was partly why he didnât drink it up at parties and such. He had to retain this public image.
He was about to say something, but Scarlett never got to find out what that was. In a moment, an instant, she ended up kissing him. His lips were right there, and she couldnât help it. She was leaning toward him, unaware of what exactly she was doing. It just felt right, in that moment. However, Scarlett wished she could remember what happened next because, once her eyes closed and she gave herself over to her drunk side completely, she passed out. As if the night couldnât get any worse or embarrassing, she was laying right on Anthonyâs lap.
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What If Itâs Us by Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera
âI donât know if weâre a love story or a story about love. But I know whatever we are that itâs great because we kept jumping through the hoops in the first place.â
I didnât think this story could possibly be cuter than I expected to be but it was. It far surpassed my expectations with itâs quirky, insecure ensemble of characters and the story was written in a way that convinced me to accept such an open ending when usually thatâs my biggest pet peeve.
Overall, this story is just a fun take on a whirlwind summer romance because it pulls in all the weird, slightly crazy aspects of modern dating like missed connections and the ease of internet stalking. It was exactly what I needed as a counterbalance to the dumpster fire that is 2020 and if youâre looking for that brief escape into a wholesome, awkward romance and story about first loves and second chances and the complexity of dating and friendships than I would highly recommend! Â
My only semi-complaint were the issues within Arthur, Jessie, and Ethanâs friendship couldâve been fleshed out more to do justice to the time the authors took to flesh out the side characters and their relationships with the main characters. I felt like that fight didnât balance out the fight Ben had with Dylan because it was clear how that disagreement was building over the course of the summer. Also it felt too obvious that Jessie and Ethan were secretly dating and I was confused and unsatisfied by Ethanâs explanation that he didnât text Arthur back the whole summer simply because it felt like lying and didnât think twice about how ignoring Arthur (especially right after he came out) would make him feel. Also the whole time it made it seem like Arthur and Jessie were slightly closer and she had no qualms texting him and lying to him all summer and letâs just say Iâm not as forgiving as Arthur was.
Let me know your thoughts!
Keep reading for some fun quotes I saved!
Normally, being an intern is more boring than terrible, but todayâs uniquely shitty. You know that kind of day where the printer runs out of paper, and thereâs none in the supply room, so you try to steal some from the copier, but you canât get the drawer open, and then you push some wrong button and the copier starts beeping? And youâre standing there thinking that whoever invented copy machines is this close to getting their ass kicked? By you? By a five-foot-six Jewish kid with ADHD and the rage of a tornado? That kind of day? Yeah.
I believe in love at first sight. Fate, the universe, all of it. But not how youâre thinking. I donât mean it in the our souls were split and youâre my other half forever and ever sort of way. I just think youâre meant to meet some people. I think the universe nudges them into your path.
Ex-boyfriend. Which means Box Boy dates guys. And okay. Wow. This doesnât happen to me. It just doesnât. But maybe the universe works differently in New York. Box Boy dates guys. IâM A GUY.
Itâs weirdânow I want to prove it. I want some gay ID card to whip out like a cop badge. Or I could demonstrate in other ways. God. I would happily demonstrate.
âOn the sad scale, how are you feeling today?â Dylan asks. âOpening-montage-of-Up sad? Or Nemoâs-mom-dying sad?â âWhoa, no. Definitely not opening-montage-of-Up sad. That shit was devastating. Iâd guess Iâm somewhere in between, like last-five-minutes-of-Toy-Story-3 sad. I just need time to bounce back.â
âLetâs talk about why you really didnât mail the breakup box,â Dylan says, like heâs going to bill me for this conversation. âOnly if you drop the therapist voice,â I say. âMaybe we can begin with why my tone bothers you. Do I remind you of an authority figure?â
Iâm certain that Iâm 100 percent gay because if I was even 1 percent bisexual I would be crushing hard on Samantha for looks and high energy alone. Dylan watches Samantha as if she were glowing, and I wonder when I went dim for Hudson. If I ever really glowed for him at all.
âI would love to start my own app games. I have this one idea. Itâs like Frogger, but instead of heavy-traffic streets, it takes place on the sidewalks of New York. You die if you get hit with someoneâs shopping cart and you lose points if you cross a touristâs path while theyâre taking photos.
Emotional blue balls. Thatâs what it feels like. Itâs being handed everything youâve ever longed for, only for it to slip through your fingers. And thereâs no way to fix it. Nothing you can do but slink toward the kitchen counter in a full-body mope.
"Youâre not being fair to yourself,â Dylan says. âMaybe not. But Iâm being honest.â
Itâs this strangling fear that weâll be sitting there and weâll run out of something to say and Iâll be able to witness the exact moment someone falls out of love with me because I donât have enough substance to keep a conversation alive over a meal. Why would you want to talk to me for the rest of your life?
But no. Not even close. Instead, itâs me bleeding out all my neuroses, looking for answers to questions I have no right to be asking. But I donât know how to make myself stop asking them. People like me should come with a mute button.
I have only said one word on this callâa call I madeâand Iâm already ready to settle into another few hours of Arthur rambling. Itâs better than my favorite Lorde and Lana Del Rey songs.
âYou can sing a different song next time,â I say. I like that weâll have a next time. That even though things have gone wrong, weâve tried to make it right. âSo I was nervous to admit this at karaoke, butââ âPlease donât tell me youâre actually a bunch of rats wearing a cute boy as a disguise.â âWorse.â I take a deep, dramatic breath. âI havenât listened to Hamilton.â He doesnât say anything. Then the line goes dead.
I tell him how I want to write Hamilton and Harry Potter crossover fanfiction and call it The Great American Fantasy Novel and stage all those duels in the dueling club and what houses I would sort everyone in.
âAll history should be taught through rap by Lin-Manuel Miranda.â
âHow lucky we are to be alive right now, right?â âOh my god, youâre speaking HamiltonâIâm just so into you. Iâm helpless.â Iâm so into him too.
âFor the most part, I think. But every city has its assholes.â I want to hug him, but he doesnât want to be touched right now. Like any affection is going to become a target sign on our backs. Like weâll get punished because our hearts are different.
But itâs just like the old posts on Instagram that I canât get myself to just delete. Like Hudson never happened. Like heâs someone to be ashamed of. And throwing away the good memories feels like a slap in the face to our history. It has nothing to do with the future.
When the song ends, Iâm ready to apologize. But Arthur takes my phone and looks up a cover of âOnly Usâ from Dear Evan Hansen, and he comes closer to me as he sings the words âSo what if itâs us, what if itâs us, and only us.â This song is so beautiful. What it feels like to be wanted by someone who sees you for who you are. How the worldâthe business of Times Squareâcan feel like itâs falling away when youâre with the right person.
But maybe this isnât how life works. Maybe itâs all about people coming into your life for a little while and you take what they give you and use it on your next friendship or relationship. And if youâre lucky, maybe some people pop back in after you thought they were gone for good.
Maybe Iâm feeling masochistic. Or maybe Iâve unlocked the secret, and this is how people focus. All you have to do is have a cute boy rip your heart out, then let your best friends stomp all over it, and if itâs still beating even a little bit, finish the job yourself. Say the worst things and yell your voice raw and destroy everything you love until, lo and behold, the monotony of work is a relief.
I donât know how to tell Hudson that I want to throw away a box of things that used to mean everything to me. But that fucking box. I canât keep treating it like something that belongs in a museumâs exhibit specializing in one guyâs history of breaking hearts.
âDo not ask any what-if questions about you and Hudson dating again. That would probably end in literal heartbreak at the hands of someone pretty familiar with the law because of his summer internship but too reckless to care.â
Itâs hard to be a fully functioning Arthur when your heart lives in four envelopes.
I canât lose you forever. You canât be someone I just knew for one summer. I have to know you every summer.
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