The Haus door opens and closes, slamming like it hasn’t been properly closed, just dropped. Bitty turns off his music.
“Hello?” He calls out. “Nursey? If you came back for your sweater you’re too late, Lardo’s wearing it.”
Bitty waits for a moment, his chemistry homework abandoned on the kitchen table. He checks under the towel on the counter and sees that the bread is rising, mostly. Bitty’s never been the best at bread, which is unfortunate, because it’s cheaper to make than buy at the store and he spent all of his grocery money on stupid food, like butter and bagel bites.
You can not survive on butter and bagel bites for two weeks. Bitty has tried.
Bitty turns around. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen is the new manager, Ford. She’s carrying a bookbag as big as she is, a Samwell sweatshirt, and a very large water bottle filled with what looks like energy drink.
“Can I study here?” She asks. “My dorm is filled with criminology majors. They’re everywhere. I think my roommate has a project? Nobody told me. Now I have algebra homework because I’m in one of those like, baby math classes for people who scored low on their math ACTs, and I don’t have a place to study where I can drink my Monster in peace.”
Hi guys, so I couldn’t find the original post going around and I’m sure someone else noticed the errors, but the person who originally posted this made a mistake with the math. I’m assuming they were calculating with 365 work days instead of the (roughly) 260 days most people have to work on average which excludes some holidays and weekends. My calculations are based off a 40 hour work week, 8 hours a day.
More fun facts: if the Yale tuition prices are correct (assuming they are), if Yale followed the minimum wage inflation, it’d be about $12,678.75 annually; but over the years, Yale decided it was worth over 350% what it was in the 70′s. That, or the amount of minimum wage we get as a country hasn’t followed inflation (which is way more accurate of the two)
so basically kids these days have been screwed over by the generations before us time and time again and now we can’t afford shit without financial aid of some kind, most of which has interest tagged onto it which only ends up screwing us more.
Do you think you could write a soulmate au for lafayette/hamilton/laurens/hercules/reader? Something with a happy ending and lots of fluff. Smut is up to you (sorry for so many characters!) Or a bodyguard!Reader/ward!Philip, like, she needs to protect him since he's the secretary of the treasury's kid? Ok, one last idea. SugarDaddy!Hercules/Reader. She's a broke college student and he loves to have someone to take care of. He makes her the most beautiful dresses and spoils her rotten? :-D
I hope this is alright uwu
A soulmate au with the reader and poly!hamilsquad (Al, Herc, John, Laf)
The soul mark is a star, and most people get the whole star instantly as they meet their soulmate, but for some reason, when (Name) meets her soulmate, only one spoke fills in…and it’s the same for him, too.
Five-Spoked Star (Laf/Herc/Reader/John/Alex)
Your mother says her star mark, the half star that she had had all her life, suddenly formed another half the second she met your father, and the same went for him. Your best friend, Thomas, swears that his star tingled and he could genuinely feel it forming on his skin the instant he met James. Your other best friend, Aaron, admits that his heart was pounding when he met Theodosia. Eliza promises that she got a fluttering feeling in her stomach the moment she laid eyes on Maria.
If that was the case, why hadn’t your damn star completed fully when you met Alexander Hamilton?
As soon as he walked into the near-enough empty common room, pen in his mouth and piles of books and notebooks encased in his arms, as soon as his gaze locked with yours, as soon as he froze up, hastily placed his writing supplies on an overstuffed armchair and crossed the room to you in mere seconds, work-roughened hands reaching up to cup your face, you felt it. The tingling on your wrist as the black markings pushed their way to the surface, the fluttering feeling in your ribcage, the all-too-loud pounding of your heart. He was familiar, despite you never seeing him before in your life.
In that moment, he kissed you, and although he was a literal stranger, although you had never even laid eyes on him, let alone spoken to him, you let him, kissing back happily because here he is, the guy you’ve been waiting for your whole life! The guy who was made for you!
When he pulled back, intelligent, beautiful eyes shining as he drank in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst, you couldn’t help but smile back.
That is, until you noticed the jet-black star on his wrist was not a star. It was…two triangles. Two kites?
You pulled back fully, frowning, and slowly lowered your gaze to your own wrist. The same for you.
As you looked up unsurely, eyes locking with his, you said your first words to your soulmate.
“Why aren’t our stars stars?”
And he had looked down, examining his star with a furrowed brow and his mouth set in a straight line.
“I…don’t know.” He had said. His voice was higher than you thought.
“Are we broken?” You had whispered, voice coming out cracked because how could we be broken already, we’ve only just found each other and he had swiped his thumb over your cheek, catching the tears already beginning to fall as he let out soft sounds of no, no shh, we’re okay, we’re fine, I love you.
And you had sobbed and clung to him like a lifeboat, like he was your lifeboat, because you’d only just met him, only said two sentences to him and for Christ’s sake you didn’t even know his name but you loved him, he was yours, you were his. You were literally made for each other.
In the months that followed, you moved out of your college dorm - who am I kidding, you hadn’t even set foot in it yet, you met him on your very first day - and into his little, college-funded house in town. It was small, but you were deliriously in love and you didn’t even care what your living conditions were as long as you were together.
The second you moved in together, Alexander began research. Of why your stars only had two points, one for you and one for him.
Google had no answers.
Bing even less.
He Skyped with professors and soulmate scientists, vying for an answer.
It all came up blank.
Until one day, a year after you met.
You had just gone to sleep, curling up in Alexander’s hoodie like it was your comfort blanket.
A blinding light awoke you, and you winced into the lightness as you felt Alexander frantically climb into bed with you, pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses.
“Urg…Alex…its two a.m.” You protested sleepily. “We needta…go to sleep…got classes…”
“I’ve cracked it.” He said urgently, lips trailing down your neck.
“Mmm…what’ve you cracked now, baby…?”
That woke you up.
“We’re not broken, (Name)!” His eyes were alight with excitement. “I was reading this article online, and it was about this woman who only had two thirds of a star when she met her soulmate. Her soulmate also only had two thirds.”
“And?” You were fully awake by that point, eyes glittering as he explained the solution.
“She didn’t know why, until she met this other guy at her new job and the rest of her star formed.”
You blinked, morning mind fogging over what this meant, until it clicked and your eyes opened wide. “You mean-”
“Two. She had two soulmates, honey.” He held his wrist next to yours and tenderly stroked your mark. “We’ve only got two fifths of a star each, so that means we’ve got three more soulmates to go. Three! That means there’s five of us!”
“Yes, I can do basic maths, baby.” You said wearily. “Five of us? What if your three remaining soulmates are different to mine? It can happen that someone can have an unrequited soulmate.“ Poor Angelica. Why couldn’t she have been one of your five soulmates, Alex…?
"I…” He paused, pursing his lips. “I don’t know.”
“Well…” You grinned at him. “It’s like before I met you, all over again. Searching for soulmates.”
He laughed. “Sure is.”
You spent literal weeks looking for your remaining soulmates, to no avail.
Each day you came up empty handed, you grew a little more depressed.
One weekend, your best friend Aaron literally dragged you out of bed, grumbling under his breath.
“Enough with this trying to find your soulmates already. I’m going to take you to have coffee, and we can have a heart to heart.”
He took you to the local cafe, buying you a (favourite drink) and sitting you down. You sighed.
“Alright, alright. What therapeutic methods are you going to try on me now?” You asked with a smirk.
Aaron opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a loud yell.
“If it ain’t the prodigy!” Called a man’s voice, and three handsome men popped up behind Aaron. As soon as they did-
Oh. There it was, the heart pounding, the fluttering, the tingling. Only much, much stronger. You glanced down at your mark, and grinned as you saw the remainder of the black ink pushing its way to the surface. Your star was complete.
You looked up at the three men who were jesting around with a very irritated Aaron, and frowned. You needed to get their attention.
“Excuse me.” You called. The buff one with short, bandana’d hair glanced at you and held his gaze as he realised who you were. “What do you three, my soulmates, think you’re doing with my best friend?"
That caught their attention. The other two fixed their eyes on you and gazed, transfixed.
"Oh shit,” said the freckled one, grinning. “We’ve found one, guys.” He walked towards you, grabbing your hand and raising it to his lips. "John Laurens, at your service.“
The buff one, the one who noticed you first, walked to John’s side and placed a strong-yet-gentle hand on your shoulder. "Hercules Mulligan.” He said lowly.
“Don’t be scared of him. He’s a teddy bear.” John smiled up at Hercules, leaning slightly into him.
“Et je m'appelle Lafayette.” The last one, with a crazy puff of hair in a bun, came to John’s other side and reached for your free hand.
Aaron looked between the four of you, a slow, steady smile crossing his face. “Should'a seen it coming.”
“Oh!” You gasped, causing your three soulmates to jump. “I have to introduce you to Alexander! He’s…the last puzzle piece.”
“Lead the way.”
Alex was, predictably, clacking away on his laptop when you got back. As you stepped in the front door and saw him, back turned, you could see Lafayette, John and Hercules visibly freeze up. You grinned.
“Alex…” You said, voice sweet as sugar.
“Hmmm?” He let out a vague noise of acknowledgement.
“I have some people you need to meet.”
“Ah, um. Honey, can it wait? I’ve really got to do this paper…”
“Baby, you’ve got two weeks to finish that paper and you’re halfway through already. Take a break." When this gets no response, you sigh. "I found them, Alex. They’re right here.”
"Our other soulmates.”
Alexander jolts as though your words have pierced him, and spins around in his wheelie chair faster than you can say seven-eight-nine. He gets up as though in a trance, and before you know it you are crushed in a huge, five-way hug.
“Our stars are finished,” He mumbles thickly. “We’re not broken.”
“We’re not.” You agree, sniffling.
The hug is drawn back, and you stand, grinning, between them as they all introduce themselves.
You feel happier than you ever have in your life.
Kinda feel like doing a sequel to this.
I’ll tell you what, if this gets enough reblogs, captioned with something along the lines of ‘Please do a sequel’, I will.