A/N: Okay ya’ll there is at least going to have to be a part 2 to this because it’s getting so long. I’ve had this idea brewing for a while, so let me know what you think! (And watch for part 2 later this week)
You stepped out of the elevator, your bright lapis blue suede high heels clicking softly with each step. You were wearing the usual on top – a fitted black dress, as was dress code. Today, your dress had triangular shaped mesh cut outs. Might as well go out with a bang, you thought whilst dressing yourself this morning. Your gold necklace continued to bounce with each step you took as you approached the corner that would take you directly past the boss’s office.
• the goal is to make your figure look like an upside down triangle. women’s figures are more like a regular triangle.
• yes, hiding curves is important, but well fit clothes are more important. you don’t want to walk around with clothes 6 sizes too big or you’ll probably look even more like a 10 year old boy. (unless thats what ur going for idk)
• layering shirts is everything, especially if you aren’t able to get a binder.
• those “ah bra” things that you see on tv are a great binder substitute. get a size smaller than you normally would & you’re set.
• if you have decent sized hips & thin legs, men’s pants probably aren’t going to work for you. what i do is get regular women’s skinny jeans in one size larger than normal, that way it’s a fitted look but still baggy. ALSO, sagging is actually important, believe it or not. it creates the illusion of a lower waistline and smaller hips.
• small feet? get big shoes. it’s fine. trust me. wear two pairs of high socks and/or make sure the shoes have laces that go all the way up & tie those suckers tight.
• the way you carry yourself is very important. be confident, but don’t go sticking your chest out far & wide because. you know. you have chest lumps.
• when sitting, spread out. put your arms on the back of the sofa or on arm rests. no more crossing your legs. keep them spread, or if you must, cross them at the ankle.
• this is one i’ve learned by observation: MEN STAND WITH THEIR TOES TURNED OUTWARD. this also goes along with being confident & taking up space. don’t stand with your toes together, stand with them facing outward slightly and with your legs apart. unless you really gotta pee or something.
• COLOGNE IS COOL BUT PLEASE USE IT SPARINGLY. one little spray will be just dandy. trust me. no one wants to be next to a walking axe can.
• haircuts are very complicated because it all depends on your face shape, so you can look that one up in ur free time. basically, if you’re going for a shorter cut, make sure the edges are clean and fairly sharp. shaving your hairline to make it appear more masculine is an option as well.
YEP THAT’S WHAT I’VE LEARNED SO FAR & ALL THESE THINGS WORK SUPER WELL FOR ME, I HOPE THEY DO FOR YOU AS WELL.
➢ You accidentally download an annoying, albeit helpful virus named Jimin
➢ fluff + computer virus!jimin
➢ 2,880 words
You’d think, that after over two decades of life experiences, nearly three years of college, five semesters and one summer of essays whose due dates were explicitly written on the syllabus, you would have gotten the hang of the one piece of advice that nearly every professor had.
Don’t start an assignment the night before it’s due.
author’s note: A quick shoutout to @iloveyouhaz because I submitted a part of this story to her and she was kind enough to read it and give me feedback! Hope y’all enjoy! P.S: I had the song ‘Sick of Losing Soulmates’ by Dodie Clark on repeat while writing this, so give it a listen while you read! You can find it here.
summary: Harry has an imaginary friend called Y/N
Even as a child, Harry was introverted. While the other
children his age would be out and about playing, he preferred to stay in the
comfort of his bedroom, spending time with his imaginary friend Y/N.
***so I finally managed to write this. I haven’t written smut in over a year so I’m sorry if it’s kinda shit lmao
You chuckled as you looked up from your phone and to your surprise; he
was already looking at you, again. But it was different this time. A smile
formed on his lips, showing his bunny teeth. Shaking your head a little and rolling
your eyes, you turned your attention back to the movie. The evening had been
quite normal, apart from the uneasy feeling that was brewing in the pit of your
stomach, when you had to face Jungkook for the first time after agreeing to
help him. Jin had made dinner and afterwards you had played some board games with
the boys until it was time to watch a movie. The boys had decided on Disturbia
prior to you getting to the dorms. So now you were sitting on the big couch
with Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook. The latter had pretty much raced the other
boys to get the spot on your left. Subtlety
was definitely not his strong suit.
Is it possible, in theory, to give the Others a backstory in a way that does not ruin their mystique? Any backstory, not necessarily the show version.
Sure! They’re an exaggerated omnicidal version of the Unseelie Court, aka the Bad Faeries, to the Children’s Seelie (or Summer) Court.
The faeries of the Seelie Court are rarely presented as an unambiguous good from the perspective of their human neighbors, and neither are the Children. The Unseelie Court and its various inhabitants, however, bring the true nightmares. They require no offense from humanity before attacking (check), they regularly abduct humans into their Horde (check), they enjoy toying with mortals and occasionally taking a particular one as pet (check), and they’ve been known to transform mortals into faeries (possible check).
Of course, the Others are considerably more destabilizing to the overall cycles of nature than your traditional Bad Faeries, so one must also reckon with the enormous influence of Terry Pratchett, felt all over ASOIAF but especially in the echoes of Pratchett’s Elves in GRRM’s Others:
A land of ice…
Not winter, because that presumes an autumn and perhaps one day a spring. This is
a land of ice, not just a time of ice.
And three figures on horseback, looking down the snow covered slope to a ring of
eight stones. From this side they look much bigger.
You might watch the figures for some time before you realised what it was about
them that was strange-stranger, that is, than their clothing. The hot breath of their
horses hung in the freezing air. But the breath of the riders did not.
“And this time,” said the figure in the centre, a woman in red, “there will be no
defeat. The land will welcome us. It must hate humans now.”
“But there were witches,” said one of the other riders. “I remember the witches.”
“Once, yes,” said the woman. “But now…poor things, poor things. Scarce any
power in them at all. And suggestible. Pliant minds. I have crept about, my deary. I
have crept about o'nights. I know the witches they have now. Leave the witches to
"I remember the witches,” said the third rider insistently. “Minds like…like
"Not anymore. I tell you, leave them to me.” The Queen smiled benevolently at the
“And then you can have them,” she said. “For me, I rather fancy a mortal husband.
A special mortal. A union of the worlds. To show them that this time we mean to
"The King will not like that."
"And when has that ever mattered?"
"The time is right, Lankin. The circles are opening. Soon we can return."
The second rider leaned on the saddlehorn.
"And I can hunt again,” it said. “When? When?"
These are supposed to be 1K-ish and this is 2400 What???
Also there is sex. It’s sex. It’s PWP. There’s smut and it’s sex and if I haven’t ruined the mood, then I guess, enjoy the sex?
“Okay,” Namjoon purses his lips, trying not to look too confused or uninterested right off the bat. “This is…new.”
Jungkook’s cheeks, already pink and hot to the touch, turn near candy-apple red. And Namjoon’s always been a fan of fair food, so he leans down to press a gentle kiss against the heated flesh before righting himself.
“I just…thought we could try something else,” Jungkook manages, forcing himself to make eye contact. “Not that what we usually do isn’t—not that I don’t like—it’s not.” Namjoon shushes him with quiet laughter, running broad hands through brown hair. Jungkook breaths out, calmer now with the touch. “I thought it’d be fun.”
Namjoon smiles and kisses the cheek he hadn’t touched earlier, laughing against the bright red. “You or me?”
Jungkook shrugs. “I didn’t think that far in advance, to be honest. Just enough to, well. Buy it. I guess.”
Gently, Namjoon takes the fabric from the younger’s hands, turning it around and feeling over the smoothness. “You didn’t even have to do that, really,” he reaches a hand to tug at the knot on his tie. “Could have just used one of these.” The flush blossoms down Jungkook’s neck, disappearing under the collar of his t-shirt and Namjoo coos, dropping the blindfold in his lover’s lap and cradling a cheek. “Now, or a little later?”
“Now would be better,” so Namjoon tips Jungkook’s head to the side, still standing beside the bed while he works his lips against the other’s warm neck. “I’ve got studio hours tonight and it took me weeks to get Professor Lines to give me night hours instead of midday or morning. I have other classes to go to, but this project is worth, like. Seventy-five percent of my grade!”
“Mmmhmm,” Namjoon replies, pulling away from Jungkook long enough for the younger to get the idea. Jungkook slides back on the bed, hiking his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it across the room. His sweatpants follow, but he keeps his boxers and the silk blindfold, gripping it tightly in one hand until Namjoon reaches for it. “Relax. We’ll try this out and I’ll get you cleaned up in no time. When are you allowed in?”
“Like,” Jungkook glances at the clock. “A half hour? Maybe forty-five minutes?” When he looks back, Namjoon’s holding the fabric up. Jungkook sits straighter and pulls in a breath.
Yoongi moved out from the apartment a few days after that the two of you had the fight. Or the confession.
He went back to being cold and didn’t say a word and although you were glad he didn’t, you still wished that everything somehow went back to how it was. How it was before you dug in too deep.
You stood outside his now empty room and looked around. You had never seen his room. Not even once since he always locked the door even if he was at home. But now standing there, the wonder about how his room looked like was still in your head.
Was it as cold and dark as him, with a black desk, black chair and black blankets? Did he throw his dirty clothes on the floor until the whole floor was covered with stinky socks and shirts that smelled like him?
The room you had tried to sneak into so many times was now standing there, empty with nothing but a key that he had left behind, on the floor.
He had left without even telling you about that. The key that you had given him on the first day when he first moved in wasn’t given to you on his last day. He had left it on the floor because he was avoiding you. And for once, you were happy he was.
Your days went and came, faster than you’ve ever imagined that time would be. It had already been a year since the last time you saw him.
There was no point in lying - you had been extremely careful with going out and accidently bump into him. But fortunately, that hasn’t happened although you’ve been working at The Face Shop, knowing exactly who the woman he was so deeply in love with was.
Ji Hyo was everything you were not. Her slim, model like figure made you look down to your own and wonder why the hell you haven’t been paying attention to take care of yourself more. Her face could light up a whole room when your face seemed to shut down an entire house. Her genuine way of talking, smiling, touching and even doing nothing could make any man pause what they’re doing, just to look at her.
Yoongi was right. You weren’t her and you were never going to be her.
You wanted to hate her. But she didn’t even know you beside the fact that you were her employee and friend. She was even the best boss you have ever had, how could you hate her? She didn’t know that you were in love with someone who loved her. She didn’t know any of that although the two of you had grown to be great friends.
Perhaps that’s why, when she came that day, smiling brightly with a man you haven’t met for a year, holding his hand and walking right to where you were seated, it finally hit you straight in the face that you should’ve told her. Or left before that.
His eyes were intense, staring right through you. In your head, you wished that this was all a dream. I fucking nightmare.
“Hey Y/N! I want to introduce you to my boyfriend.” Fuck.
It wasn’t a dream, a nightmare. It was reality. As you stood up, your eyes moved from Ji Hyo’s face to his stone hard face before they moved down to their locked hands. His eyes never left you as much as you wished they could.
“This is Yoongi, my boyfriend of five months.” She said, turning to face him with the biggest grin on her face before she turned to you, still smiling. “And this is a close friend of mine, her name’s Y/N.” You didn’t meet his eyes although you knew that he was still staring at you. You could feel his eyes burning holes on your skin.
“Hey guys,” you snap your head to meet Ji Hyo’s worried look and you felt bad for not even being able to look at her and be honest about how you feel.
You wanted to tell her that you had gone through four years of developing feelings for him, to only have him break your heart a year ago and still, a year later, seeing him still made your heart flip and skip a beat.
You wanted her to know that there was no love stronger than the love he had for her, because that was exactly the love you felt for him. You wanted to let her know that he had missed her all these years, the same way you had missed him, all these seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years with and without him. You needed her to know that he had been needing her this whole time, just as much as you still needed him like you needed him yesterday and the days before that day. You wanted her to know that the look he had in his eyes whenever he looked at her was because he wanted her to be his and unfortunately, that was the exact same way you looked at him.
“We’re going out for lunch.You want to go out and grab something to eat with us?” The question is from Ji Hyo and she’s asking you. But you didn’t answer right away because could see him in the corner of your eyes, he tensed up just by the mention of spending time with you.
“No it’s fine. I still have some things to do and I’m not that hungry. You go ahead and enjoy your lunch without me.” You avoided his eyes the whole time that you were talking, only giving him a fast glance to see that he was still looking at you, just like he had done since the moment his eyes landed on you.
“You sure?” You nodded, letting her know that you’re sure about staying.
“Wait here babe, I’ll just go and grab some things before we leave.” She pressed a short kiss onto his lips before disappearing to her office, leaving you with him. Or him with you. It doesn’t matter because right then, everything you could see was him. Your heart skip over a few beats and it got harder to control your breath.
His name left your mouth as if you had been dying to say his name but it still felt familiar although you hadn’t said that name for over a year, out loud.
“Y/N.” The way he said your name was hard, as if he was trying to not let any emotion get through his lips.
“How are you? It’s been a while.”
“I’m great. You?”
You looked away for a few seconds after that before you faced him again.
“Are you happy? Happier now?” You asked him because that’s the only thing you wanted a proper answer to. If he was happy and not as moody like he used to be. If she made him happy.
It took a while for him to answer but when he did, it’s like everything you’ve ever done to him means nothing at all. Absolutely nothing. “Yes. I’m happy, Y/N. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” You took in a deep breath and shut your eyes tightly, mostly to prevent the tears to leave your eyes.
You should’ve known better and stopped right after that to stop yourself from breaking any further. But you didn’t because again, just like a year ago, you pressed the buttons until it was too late to regret it.
“Does she make you happy?” You didn’t even know why you asked him that. Of course she made him happy.
“She makes me feel like I own the world, Y/N. Something I didn’t think that I could feel, with anyone, until her. She brings out the happy and bright side of me that I didn’t know existed, until her. She can make my day hundreds of times better just by a simple action or a simple word. And there’s no need for her to say that she loves me because just by having her and telling her, letting her know that I love her is enough.” His eyes soften as they look into yours when you finally open your eyes.
It felt like a year ago all over again. It felt like you were in your apartment, listening to every word he had to say about her. How much he loves, misses, needs and wants her. It felt like you were brought back to the scene where you first got your heart broken and it felt like although it wasn’t even fully healed, it just broke a little more than last time.
“So to answer your question and to all the unquestioned questions, I love her, despite the fact that I know that it won’t last forever. But I’m taking risks with her because that’s everything I’ve been doing since I first laid my eyes on her four years ago. Because that’s what you do when you love someone, right?”
You didn’t realize until then that he was you and you were him because what he felt for her could be described as your own feelings for him. You realized then that you still loved him and were going to love him for a long, long time, despite the fact that you were never going to have him. You took risks when it came to him. You pushed him too far and you pulled him to near, not realizing that all he ever needed was her and not you.
Because that’s what you do when you’re desperate for love.
And that’s what you do when you see him smiling the moment he sees her again.
And that’s what you do when your heart break some more when you see them kiss while they wait for the elevator.
And that’s what you do when you finally break down on the ground, sobbing and crying.
Because that’s what you’ll always do, just like how he always does it when it comes to her.
I’ve never got so many positive comments about an one shot before and wow, WOW, you guys are unbelievable! I have know idea how I should thank you but THANK YOU SO MUCH! Reading every message that I got from each one of you was one of the most beautiful moments of my writing-experience.
I’m so grateful, happy and lucky to have such wonderful readers and I’m so thankful to those who had showed their appreciation for me.
I know this isn’t happy ever after - but those who has read my works know that 80% av my works won’t be a happy ever after. I hope you enjoyed reading this although it wasn’t fluffy like I know you wished that it was. But I feel like this is their destiny. It’s how things are between them.
I hope you loved Desperate for Love just as much as I loved writing it. Thank you for giving me a chance to write part 2 for their story.
It’s finished, edited, and ready to be read. Enjoy, guys!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers Additional Tags: lots of flustered kara, First Date, realizing sexuality, Fluff, the fluffiest bitch, lena doesn’t know that supergirl is kara Summary:
Lena Luthor finally gets the courage to ask Supergirl out on a date. Kara Danvers is determined to give her the most amazing date of all time.
Warnings: small amount of cursing and a lot of arguing, like, a lot, angst? *maybe
A/N: i was gonna write more, but then i realized that this was getting out of hand and that maybe i should stop lol. im sorry for so much dialogue, but they needed to talk, ya know? this might just be a filler chapter, to develop their relationships between each other more
Mulligan let you sleep in his
tent instead, criticizing Hamilton for treating you this way. You really wanted
to tell him what was actually going on, but it seemed too unrealistic, so you
kept it to yourself. You also knew that he liked you, so whenever he flirted
with you, you would blush, looking away from him. Lafayette and Laurens talked
to you often, trying to find a way to help you get back. It has been more than
a month, and you still did not receive that clue from the woman.
Hamilton ignored you most of
the time, a permanent scowl on his face when you were near. It broke your
heart, and you had to continue to tell yourself that this was not him, that he
was no such an asshole. The lines began to blur, though, and you couldn’t help
but slowly despise him as well.
Hamilton walked into Hercules’s tent, surprised that you were sitting right there. He ignored you, pretending that you did not exist. Eventually, when he saw you reading a piece of paper, he raised his eyebrows at you. “Hmm, I did not expect you to be able to read.” He said, distracting you.
“What’s that suppose to mean, Hamilton?” You said, exasperated at his insult already.
“You seem uneducated, shame, you were more interesting when I though you could not read.”
“Get out, Hamilton.” Mulligan glared at him, and he shrugged, marching out. Mulligan looked at you, and you shrugged, turning your eyes back to the paper.
It grew to the point where you
avoid one another as often as possible. The three boys noticed the change of
relationship between the two of you, and tried to let you talk it out, much to
your appreciation. But you shook your head at them, telling them that it will
never work, that Hamilton will always hate you. After a few days of this, Mulligan pulled you into a tent, closing the tent door behind him.
“Look, Miss Y/N, I do not
know what is going on between the two of you, but it needs to end. The
atmosphere whenever you two are together, is deadly. I could barely talk with
all the anger in the room. We need to get you back home, so that you may be
comfortable again. I cannot stand to see you two hate each other.” Your
heart warmed at his concern, and you finally realized that you needed to tell
him what was going on. So that he could help you.
“Herc, I, there’s
something I need to tell you.” You confessed, and he nodded, pulling back
a curtain. You widened your eyes, seeing Laurens and Lafayette standing there,
their arms crossed against their chest. “What the…? Am I being lectured?
You set this up?”
“We need to know what’s
going on. Hamilton wanted to court you, and now, he could not stand to look at
your face. Please, let us help you.” Laurens pleaded. “I hate seeing
my friends like this.”
“Laurens is right, Miss
Y/N. I am the tired of arguments. I would like the peace, please.”
Lafayette always pronounced his s and a z, and it was cute hearing the accent.
Mulligan looked at you, determined.
“I like you, Miss Y/N.
But I know that Hamilton liked you, and I would like to know what had happened
before I take you away from him.” His eyes were serious, no joking
whatsoever. You blushed, looking away from the intense gaze.
You were smart enough to see
that Mulligan liked you, but too stupid to see that Hamilton liked you as well.
No wonder he was extremely kind and pleasant towards you. Emphasis on was. It
was disheartening to think about his heart being affected by that witch.
“I, it’s a curse.”
You said and Mulligan snapped his fingers, nodding.
“Makes sense. That was
one of our ideas, please continue, Miss Y/N.” You scoffed at his
cockiness, but spoke anyway.
“When Herc brought us to
the home of that lady, we found her, we didn’t just walk in and find nothing.
She let us in, and gave us this, this substance. We were given all these
different colors, and we drank it. She sort of, made you guys get into this
trance, and gave me an ultimatum. Either you guys stay that way, or she makes
Hamilton hate me. I know, I should not have taken the deal. But you guys were
just helping me, I didn’t want you to be stuck like that. You didn’t see it,
you didn’t see how soulless you were, how empty your eyes were. I hated seeing
you that way.” Tears grew in your eyes, and you were pulled into their
arms, all of them squeezing you as right as possible.
They all told you that it was
okay, that they would have chosen the same. “That’s the thing, you guys. I
didn’t even say yes, but she did it anyway. She just, she made him hate
“Y/N, do you have any
idea why? Why she would do this?” Laurens asked, and they all let go to
look at you.
“She said something about
me hurting her before? That I did the same to her? I honestly have no clue why
this happened, she probably mistook me for someone else. I don’t even belong
here.” You rubbed your head.
“She said that you did
the same thing to her?” Mulligan repeated, looking at the other men. You
The three men exchange looks,
like they were speaking to each other while keeping their mouths closed. You
looked at them, wondering what they were thinking. “Guys, tell me. What’s
up?” You asked again.
They sighed, and Mulligan
began to speak. “When we first got to the camp, there was this woman. She
was quite interesting, she wore a long, black gown. When she saw Alexander, she
immediately came up to him, telling him that they belonged together.” You
raised your eyebrow. “Yes, well, he thought the same thing. But then she
started speaking about this person that may appear in front of him and trick
him to like her. She said that she may dress or look different than us. She
told Hamilton not to trust her, that the woman that was coming was there to
said, rubbing your head.
This was too much. She tells
Hamilton that they’re supposed to be together, and that you were going to kill
him. That makes no sense.
“But, now that I’m thinking
about it, I cannot remember what she looked like. It is blurry.” Mulligan
closed his eyes, thinking.
Lafayette nodded, rubbing his
temples. “You’re right, Mulligan. I cannot seem to either. It’s like,
“Like she wiped your
memory.” You hissed. “Do you even know her name?” Mulligan shook
his head, and you looked at the other two. They shrugged.
This is a mess, just a big
You were transported back in
time, and you find that you were supposed to be there. Then this mystery woman
tells Hamilton that he’s going to run into you, that you were supposed to kill
him. No wonder he was hesitate when he first met you, his hand staying on the
gun. And now she puts this curse, making your friends forget and making
Hamilton hate you.
“What is going on?”
You said to no one in particular, sitting down on Lafayette’s bed. “I was
just looking at images,” you glanced up at the boys, “paintings of a
celebrity, and now, now, I made this stupid curse happen? Wow, I completely
destroyed the future. Say goodbye to computers and television and porn.”
“Do not put all of the
blame on yourself, Y/N.” You noticed that Laurens dropped the miss in your
name. “It’s all of ours. We took the chance on this witch, and it was an error
in judgement. We will figure this out, we will put Hamilton back to how he was
before we encountered that witch.” Laurens tightened his fists, ready to fight.
“Laurens is right, Y/N. We are
in together. Friends will do this together. Friends will support the each
other.” You smiled at them, then looked at Mulligan. He was looking at you all,
“Now there is two wars to
fight. By the way, what were you saying? Porn?” Mulligan asked, mildly curious.
“Two wars? Oh, are you talking
about Y/N?” You heard Hamilton’s voice, and your heart dropped. It was hard to
be in the same area as him, let alone in the same room. He did not notice you
sitting there yet, since Mulligan’s stature was blocking you. “Can’t we just
drop her off somewhere? It is better that she is off our hands, dealing with
her is too much of a hassle.”
“You know what, Hamilton? How
about treat Y/N with some respect, and stop acting like a complete
bracket-faced, lobcock.” Mulligan hissed, glaring at his shorter friend.
Hamilton widened his eyes, and you were confused. It sounded ridiculous, but it
seemed to work, leaving Hamilton speechless.
“You do not have to be that
harsh, Mulligan, you know the situation.” Laurens grumbled, hiding a smirk.
“Ah, but mon ami, he deserves it. I do not understand what he said, but it
made me feel insulted.” Lafayette laughed, looking at Hamilton’s red face. You
finally appeared from behind Mulligan’s figure, and Hamilton looked down at
you, a frown on his face.
“Now you’ve taken my friends
away from me? How kind of you.” He said sarcastically, crossing his arms. You
were shocked that he was not at least a little bit embarrassed that you were
there the whole time. “Why am I being treated this way? Y/N is the one that wormed
her way into our lives. The three of you lads should despise her some sort of
way.” Mulligan sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“You’re an ass, Hamilton.” You
frowned, looking away from him. You heard him scoff in response.
“You were right, Y/N, he is insufferable.”
The other two snickered. “Hamilton, we were just talking about you.” Mulligan
said, looking at him. Hamilton raised a brow. “Do you remember how you felt
about Y/N? Before we all went out with one another?”
Hamilton put his hand on his
chin, looking down at you. “I thought that she was beautiful and smart and
fascinating. But after that trip, all that seemed disappear. I finally see her
for what she truly is. A-“
“Beautiful, smart and
fascinating being.” Mulligan finished, looking at you. You looked away from
him, and you saw out of the corner of your eyes, his shoulders slump down in
“You know that is not what I
was saying.” Hamilton replied, ignoring the discourse between you and Mulligan.
“I cannot stand being next to her. She is a nuisance.”
“Hamilton, if I may say, can
you shut the fuck up for one second? She does not need your insults, and you
are being worse than Charles Lee. Please, just stop.” Did they even use the
word fuck in the 1700s? You looked at Laurens, and he was fuming, staring at
his friend. This time Hamilton shut his mouth, finally startled. “Let Mulligan
explain what’s going on with you. Then you can comment.”
Mulligan looked at Hamilton
once more, then told him everything that I did. Hamilton nodded slowly,
glancing down at you. There was still anger in his eyes, but for a moment, you
thought you saw a little bit of sympathy show. It was immediately gone though,
replaced with hatred. “So you are telling me that you let this woman make me
this angry all the time? Do you have any notion on how this feels? To be, just,
furious at anything? I thought it was because of the war, but no, it’s you,
Y/N. You are the cause of this.” He began walking towards you, but he was held
back by Lafayette standing in front of you.
“I do not care want to hurt
you, mon ami. But if you try to land
a hand on Y/N, I will surely have to.” He glowered fiercely at Hamilton,
causing him to back up. You did not hear one word mispronounced in his threat, his eyes never moving from Hamilton’s. Mulligan looked at the commotion, rubbing his head.
Laurens stayed quiet, deep in his thoughts. “And this is no one’s fault. No one
is at fault here. Y/N did not choose for this to happen, and we did not choose
to run into her. This is, how you say, fate. It is meant to happen.”
“Laf, now you’re starting to
sound like Mulligan and Laurens. Do you not see that this makes no sense? This
is a foolish endeavor, and I am not standing for it.”
You walked around Lafayette,
standing in front of Hamilton. He stared you down, and you did the same,
putting a finger on his chest. “Then sit down, Hamilton, because we have to
deal with it.” You pushed him onto the bed, and he widened his eyes, looking up
at you. “I get it, you hate me, you want to shoot me, you want to kill me.
Whatever, I couldn’t give a flying fuck about what you think. For all I care,
you could run away and act like the brat you are.”
“You know what-“ He started,
but you put your hand up, silencing him.
“The Alexander Hamilton I met
never acted this way. He never treated me like a piece of crap. I, I liked you,
Hamilton. And I feel like I still do. And it’s hard, it’s really hard, to see
past this curse that she put on you. But I believe we could rid of it, that we
could find a way to stop her from making you into this, this despicable human
being.” Mulligan jumped up, another idea in his eyes.
“How about this? We go to the
“Do you really want to party?
Right now?” Laurens grumbled, staring at his Irish friend. Mulligan rolled his
eyes, looking back at you.
“No. Everyone from town goes
to that ball. Maybe if we go, we could find the witch there? It’s a small
possibility, but if it stops Hamilton from being so infuriating and helps lift
the curse, I think it is worth going. And it’s in a few days.” The rest of you
looked at each other, and Hamilton sighed, getting up from the bed. He ignored
looking at you, straightening his shirt.
“Fine, we’ll go. I want to
feel like me again. And I want this mess with Y/N to end already, so that we
could go back to worrying about the war.” Before any of us could agree with
him, he walked out, leaving the four of us alone.
Lafayette looked worried,
staring at us. I patted his arm softly, and he blushed. “Laf, if you could hug
me before, why can’t I touch you?” He chuckled, rubbing his neck. “I agree with
Hamilton, though, Herc. I want this mess to end as well, and I want you to
worry about more pertinent matters than me. You have a country to create, an
empire to fight. I’m standing in the way of that.”
Mulligan shook his head. “No,
you are not. I told you to stop saying that about yourself. You are worth every
second that I spend on you. Every second.”
You cleared your throat. “Um,
thanks, Herc. I really appreciate it. I’ll go back to your tent, I’m going to
take a rest.” You walked away from the rest, rubbing your face. You knew you had to tell Herc that you didn’t recuperate his feelings towards you, but he was so kind, and it was hard to let him down like that. He was your friend, but you needed to tell him that that’s all he would ever be. As you walked out, you bumped into a man. You looked at him, seeing those big, beautiful brown eyes of his. They were not kind anymore, but more of a dark, hard stare. You sighed, turning the other direction.
“Y/N, wait. I want to talk.” You stopped, turning back to him.
“About what, exactly? Are you going to insult me again? Make fun of my outfit? Try to make me cry?” You said, crossing your arms. Hamilton looked nervous, playing with his fingers. You immediately dropped your annoyance, looking at him. “Hamilton? Are you okay?”
“There is a part of me that looks at you, and I feel, I feel like I should like you. Like, we have a connection. But everytime I think of you in a positive light, this dark cloud, covers all of it. That’s why this is so hard to say. I really, really want to yell at you right now. I am holding it back so much. I hate feeling like this, like I’m not even me anymore.” You dropped your eyes to the ground.
Everyone has been trying to take the blame off of you, but it was true, you were the one who caused this. This, this witch caused this. But you were the target, she just wanted to see you suffer as you saw Hamilton suffer.
“I’m so sorry, Alex. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to stop this from happening.” He held his head, spitting out vulgar insults and words that made the tears in your eyes fall. You made him into this monster, into this person. You ran over to him, but he pushed you away, his hands in fists.
“LEAVE Y/N, please, just go. I really want to hurt you, and I cannot stop myself for long” He cried out, staring at you. You saw your sweet Hamilton looking back at you, trapped in his own body. You got up and ran away, towards Hercules’s tent. Once you were inside, you dropped to the floor, your head in your hands.
What have you done?
Mulligan gave you a dress that he created for you to wear
to the ball. You thanked him for the modest look, it not being as tight as you’ve
seen in the history books. The rest of the boys just wore their revolutionary
uniforms, ready to leave. Hamilton and you didn’t speak to one another, not
talking about the incident that happened just days before. It was even more
awkward, the other men in the room exchanging worried glances often. You did
not get to see Washington, and hoped you didn’t. The way the men talked about
him made him seem like a fierce man, one that you did not want to overshadow.
Thankfully, the others always went to his tent, Washington never stepping in
“Are you ready, Y/N?” Laurens asked, smiling at you. You
nodded, anxiously playing with the fabric on your dress. He went to touch your
hair, but stopped himself, putting his hands down quickly.
“You know, in my time, if you even tried to touch me, you’ll
be prosecuted and killed by gunfire.” Laurens widened his eyes in shock, and
you laughed. “I’m kidding, Laurens. Just kidding.”
“Oh…” He laughed dryly, rubbing his arm. “The others are
waiting for us. Mulligan got a carriage somehow, and they told me to come and
get you.” You nodded, following Laurens out the tent. You walked a little with
him, realizing that he was a very interesting person. He was more than just “make
the first black battalion guy”, but he was kind and loud. Not as loud as
Mulligan, but he was close.
You two walked to the carriage, Mulligan helping you
up. You sat across from Hamilton, the scowl still stuck on his face. But his
eyes glanced over you, and you could have sworn you saw the kindness come back.
But just for a second.
The ride was quiet, no one even trying to start a casual conversation. It felt like a mission, like this was the end of the line. Either you found the witch, or you were stuck here, for good. The five of you arrived at the ball, Lafayette putting your
arm in his. You smiled at him, the nerves bubbling in your chest.
“It will be fine, Y/N.”
“I’m not nervous
Laf, do I look nervous? Oh no, is my arm sweaty? Am I sweating?” You said
quickly, looking down at yourself. You looked fine. Lafayette was smiling on
you, shaking his head.
“You looked beautiful, mon
“Thanks, Laf. You look handsome as well.” He grinned at you
happily, the other four behind you. A man held the door open for him, and you
nodded, smiling. The two of you walked through, and you widened your eyes at
the openness of the room. It was enormous, candles lining the walls. Lafayette
led you to a table, and you noticed that it was reserved, all their names
written on a paper.
“Nice, who has the connections?” You asked, touching the
paper. Hamilton advanced towards you, gesturing to himself.
“Me, of course. Lads, I heard the Schuyler sisters will be
here tonight.” He said, ignoring your presence once again. You scowled at him,
sitting down at the table. Mulligan shrugged, taking a seat next to you.
“We’re not here to woo the women, Hamilton. We’re here to
see if we could find the witch that made you like this? Remember?” Hamilton was
ignoring Mulligan, sipping on a drink in his hand. He spotted a woman in the
distance, and winked at all of you, striding away. Laurens sighed, sitting at
the table. Lafayette did the same, glancing at his retreating friend. “He is
such a hassle to deal with. I do not think I could deal with more of this.”
“We’ll figure this out, Herc. Don’t worry.” You said,
smiling at him. The other boys were looking around the room, trying to spot the
witch. Once they asked what she looked like, your mind drew a blank. “Oh, no,
don’t tell me-“
“She erased your memory as well?” Laurens said, shaking his
head at the discovery. You cursed, looking at the dance floor. All the women
dancing with the men didn’t look at all familiar to you, and you soon realized
that this mission was pointless.
“She may be wearing something different? Something that
stands out?” Mulligan suggested.
“Or she is normal dressed, like the other maidens.”
“This is not going to work out well, guys, we cannot find
her if we have no idea what she looks like.” You grumbled, putting your head in
your hands. You noticed out of the corner of your eye, Hamilton dancing with a
woman. He was laughing and smiling at her, the opposite of how he acted with
you. You heart ached, watching them dance together. The woman was small, with
an olive skin tone. She had long, black hair, waving in the air as Hamilton
lead her. Mulligan followed your gaze, seeing you watching the two of them. He
looked back at you, a pained expression on his face.
“Would you care to dance, Y/N?” Mulligan asked, holding out his
hand. You widened your eyes, shaking your head quickly.
“No, I can’t, I can barely walk on my two feet.” He raised
his eyebrow, still holding out his hand. You sighed, placing your hand in his.
He walked you to the dance floor, and placed a hand on your waist, the other
hand in yours. You put your available hand on his shoulder, and he glided
across the floor, teaching you how to follow his steps. You did so, and soon,
you caught up to the rhythm. He joked around with you and twirled you along.
“I like you, Y/N.” Herc said as he glided you across the floor. You looked up at him, and he smiled down sadly. “I know, you don’t have to say it. I know you do not feel the same.” You sighed. Mulligan was a really good man, an amazing man, but your feelings for him just did not feel the same as with Hamilton.
“I’m sorry, Hercules.” You whispered. He shook his head.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Y/N.” The conversation ended there, and he began joking around again, like he didn’t just confess his feelings towards you.
You could not help but feel safe in his arms, although you
caught yourself glancing at Hamilton ever so often. He caught your eyes,
looking at Hercules dancing with you. Eventually, he excused himself from dancing
with the woman, bowing to her. She curtsied, and he watched her walk away.
He began walking to the both of you, but was interrupted by
a woman stopping him. She wore a black dress, different from the rest of the
bright colors in the room. You noticed how she touched Hamilton’s arm, caressing
it softly. He looked uncomfortably, but kindly spoke to her, smiling at her
softly. You looked up at Mulligan.
“Herc, do you see that lady?” He spun you around, looking
over your shoulder. He nodded.
“She seems suspicious, and she’s touching Hamilton, like…”
“Like they’re da-courting. Herc, it might be her.” He
nodded, letting go of your hands. He began marching over, but you grabbed his
arm. “No, you can’t just do that. She’ll see you.” He looked at his friend,
biting his lip.
“Then what do we do?”
“We watch her, wait until she does something stupid. Or if
Hamilton does something stupid first.” You turned back to them, noticing that
they began dancing. You caught her eye, and gasped, digging your fingers into
Mulligan’s harm. He touched your hand, rubbing it softly.
“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
You could barely speak, looking at her dancing with
Hamilton. Her face, no it couldn’t be. It can’t be. Lafayette and Laurens
walked over, seeing that the two of you were frozen on the dance floor. They
tried getting your attention, but you were stuck, looking at the two of them
“Y/N! Listen to me! What’s wrong?” Herc yelled, and you
finally looked at him.
“Herc…that’s, I know her.” You whispered, and he raised his
“I know her! She’s, she’s my friend. She’s the one that
told me about the soundtrack, she’s the one that invited me to the Hamilton show.
She’s…” The witch, the one that cursed you and the boys.
She was your best friend.
his was such a mulligan x reader chapter lol, i kicked our little ham boy to the side hahaha