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Business and Pleasure - Part 17

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,881

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

In the weeks following, you had almost completely isolated yourself. You were now working from home, unable to find the motivation to drag yourself into the office. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. Your job mostly consisted of things that could easily be done remotely. Any time your team needed to consult with you, they just scheduled a conference call. Anyway, Steve kept you updated if there was anything you missed. That was one of the many bonuses of working with him.

You were still staying with Steve, but you preferred to spend most of your time in your room. You were suddenly thankful that he had ignored your advice and rented the two-bedroom apartment rather than the one bedroom that you had initially suggested. When he was at work, it was either Wanda or Steve’s friend Natasha who watched over you. You tried to insist that it was unnecessary, but none of them would listen. They usually left when Steve got home, and you would sit with him, eat dinner and watch whatever sports game or TV show Steve was watching, then excuse yourself to go to bed.

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author: @wydobrien

word count: 2,225

warnings: roughness, choking, dom!thomas, teasing, slight smut.

listen to me 

this is my first smut ever, so, i’m sorry if it sucks ass, lmao. this was mainly requested by @writing-obrien so bam, here’s some rough tommy for you. please tell me if you want me to continue this or keep it as is!

Folding the final rag neatly, you felt your eyes drift away from your work. This was the fifteenth time, the fifteenth time you had done this. You were just so distracted, so bored by your duties, because with the sight you had in front of you right now, there was nothing more you desired to do than to rip the rag to shreds and ditch your chores. You groaned, knowing that there was plenty more to do, feeling repugnant at the idea of doing the daily chores that would’ve otherwise been no hassle at all. But, you looked at him, you gawked at him, from afar, almost offended at how he knew he was doing this to you. He was nothing short of entirely aware of the things he was doing to you, the things he was making you think. Memories of last night flashed through your mind briefly as you lifted the browned water, the metallic scent of iron filling your nostrils distastefully.

“Give it to me.” He grunted through gritted teeth, his hands clasped bruisingly firm on the curve of your hips, his hips jerking forward at such inconceivable strength and speeds, pounding into you relentlessly. Thomas edged you closer to the edge, thrust by thrust, your legs going numb from the awkward positioning of the uneven ground, your fingers digging into the rough bark of the tree for leverage. “Fuck.” He spat from beneath his rough pants, concentration riddled all throughout his voice, hoarse and scratchy.

You arched your back into him, his palm coming down onto your left cheek as soon as you felt the skin of your backside touch the flexed, hard surface of his abdomen. “You like that, babygirl?” He probed, mirroring the same actions on your right cheek, much more rigidly than the first. “Yeah you do.” Thomas answered himself, his hand now resting onto one of your cheeks while the other trailed up your spinal cord, coaxing cascades of shivers to follow after it, his fingertips barely skimming over the hot skin as he did so.

You were so close, your heart skipping beats as it thumped heavily within your chest, leaving you short of breath and puffing out stiff breaths from your nose. “Oh God.” You heaved, your head suddenly being yanked backwards, some strands of hair being ripped from your head, a burning sensation buzzing on your scalp. The hand that had been traveling up your back had a fistful of your hair, allowing him to work rougher onto you and hold you still while he fucked you. You felt him suddenly shift; Thomas’s warm, repetitive pants of air hitting your ear and flowing down the side of your neck. “I don’t want you to ever forget the way I’m making you feel, right now. To never forget that you’re mine, no one else’s. If you do, I’m taking you right back here, and I’ll give you a reminder of who you belong to. Understand me?”

Too constrained by his rapid movements, he suddenly ceased all of them, simply gripping onto your hair and leaving his hand on your ass. “Do you,” He paused, going to land another blow atop your cheek, your skin stinging with all the tingling sensations from his hand as you felt the blood rush to the surface of the soft skin. “understand me?” His tone, authoritative and gruff, made you whimper out in response. “Say it.” Thomas demanded, his teeth leaving tiny nibbles across the open plane of your neck, already riddled in dark purple and red marks. You bit down on your lip, and he removed himself from you, only to slam right back in. You gasped. “I said, say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“I-I understand.” You breathed, and he bottomed out, immediately going back into his previous rhythm, till you felt yourself topple into your release, his following afterwards, hot shots of cum hitting along your backside and hips, both of you breathing heavily in unison.

A dark chuckle made you jump slightly as Thomas wiped off his mess from you with the bottom of his shirt, adjusting his grip back onto your hips as he kissed along the side of your neck, soothing over the biting love-bites and hickeys he adorned your tanned skin in. “Oh, babygirl, this is going to be fun.”

You were suddenly ripped from your thoughts as you felt your ankle bump into something hard, falling face-first into the patiently waiting hard surface of the grown below. “Shit.” You gasped, feeling the dirty water slosh onto your shirt some. A gag rested in the back of your throat, looking up as you noticed you have wondered off into the middle of the Glade, a yard away from your real destination. “I’m a fucking idiot.” You whispered your scold to yourself as you quickly jogged where you were supposed to be, ignoring the weird looks from the other nosey Gladers.

Letting out a small huff, you finished cleaning out the bucket of dried blood and dirt, running your freshly-dried hands through your messy hair. You had it tucked back into a ponytail, the humid air of the Med-Jack hut making your shirt feel like it was sticking to your skin. You plucked at the thin material, your chest rising and dropping quickly as you finally managed to peel it off you, revealing the noodle-strapped tanktop underneath, the straps of your black sports-bra much wider. You let out a sigh of relief, raising a hand to your forehead and tucking your shirt in your back-pocket and heading outside. The sun was merciless against your skin, making you feel grateful you had gotten yourself out of that torturous shirt. Everyone was busy with their own work, not paying you a wink of an eye, that is, until you passed them. Then, you could feel their eyes burning against your back, and you tensed, before spotting Thomas, still shirtless in all his glory, his muscles bulging as your eyes followed the vein that traveled from his forearm to the middle of his bicep.

Shaking your head, you sighed, finding yourself too occupied by the heat to pay any further attention to him. You didn’t look at him when you felt his attention become spiked to you, simply heading back to your own resting-quarters, quite a long-distance away from the rest of the Gladers. The reason? You’d rather not talk about it, nor think of it. The disgusting temptations some of these boys had was certainly ridiculous; you still slept with one eye open each night after it had happened, even if it had happened about a year ago, glad that Alby gave those assholes what they deserved.

Running your hands along the temples of your face, you let out another groan, your skin finally being able to breath as you stood in the shade. You still had to clean the showers, patch up some of the complaining Builders and talk to Newt about your tedious, ever-changing schedule. You see, you had been chosen to be a Runner after seven months in the Glade, which was very short. When you had asked Minho about it, he simply said that some creep had watched you on one of your morning runs and was impressed. Part of you thought it was to keep you away from the boys, but, you put trust in Minho’s word. Training was difficult, the real job was even worse. Your legs felt like rubber, pulsing and hot, but having no relief to the cool air of sundown, since you were so sore, you couldn’t even change clothes without wincing in pain. But you had gotten used to it, and the job shapened your body quite nicely. Assuredly you wouldn’t think your body was anything to drool over, but, after such hefty exercise from running daily, you grew a fresh layer of confidence of being free to show some skin since you were comfortable enough to.

Then, something terrible happened, and you never set foot in that blasted Maze ever again. George, your first friend in this Glade, dead. No, not because of the Grievers, or an accident in the Maze. But you.

It was because of you.

Shaking the thought off, you didn’t feel like dwelling within your gutter of self-blame, instead rolling up your jeans higher on your ankles and adjusting the straps of your sports-bra. You stood like this, relaxing and preparing yourself for the rest of the day. You turned around, and you saw him again, swinging down at the poor slices of wood as if it just insulted him. Your teeth found itself tugging on the bottom skin of your lip, gnawing and chewing, as Thomas suddenly met your eyes from his work, and you could see the surfacing smirk rising upon his lips. Everything was tensed on his sweaty body, his hair matted across his forehead, but still swept in a way that make the ends curl just a bit. His raven hair was sticking in awkward directions, wild and flat at the same time. Beads of sweat dripped between crevasses of his muscles, showing off his incredible form. He kept eye-contact with you, making a firm expression that said more than he was concentrated on cutting wood. Something in you told you that his mind was elsewhere, as so was yours, and that he wanted to rake his eyes down somewhere else on your body. You turned around, an idea popping up in your mind.

You bent over, pretending to have gotten something caught in your hammock, your tanktop rolling up on your back some as you rose one leg slightly off the ground, arching your back while you continued to search for the invisible item you had dropped. The pool of heat between your legs pulsing as you thought about the way he must be looking at you, about what he must be thinking about doing to you as you did so. He wanted to play games? He wanted to test you? Oh, he had no idea of what was coming to him. You hummed a chuckle, straightening as you brushed your hands on your tanktop, shrugging as you walked back into the Med-Jack hut, a sharp swing of your hips as you did so, allowing your hips to cut through the air to give him a nice view. You heard a faint growl, and your heart jumped at the sound.

You had grabbed a bucket of clean water, the same rag you had folded previously, and an extra hair-tie to wrap around your wrist, just in case your pesky hairs decided to come loose from your ponytail. About to head towards the showers, two rough hands on your hips stopped you, and you flailed until a familiar voice spoke. “What the fuck was that?” He questioned, digging his fingers into the parts of open skin where your shirt had rode up. You smiled.


Thomas leant over you, forcing you to bend over as he grabbed onto your ponytail, his other hand snaking to gently move over your neck, your breath quivering as he did so. He held a light grip, but the rough sensation of it left you buzzing. “You know what I’m talking about. What was that, hmm? Babygirl likes to play now, does she?” The petname he had grown so accustomed to using made you lick over your lips, a wet sound being made from the quick gesture, causing him to raise you to press you against his bare-front side, the back of your shirt dampening from his sweat. Any other day, this would’ve made you cringe, but, with the way he was handling you, it only made it hotter. “You know I don’t like being teased, sweetheart. You know what happens when you tease me.” A hand suddenly soothed over your bum, and you whimpered lightly, being fully knowledgeable. “Turn around and get on your knees.” Thomas growled, biting on that special spot behind your ear.

“I have to do work.” You spoke again, speaking against every roaring temptation inside you. His light grip on your neck tightened slightly, and you gripped onto the metal handle of the bucket.

“Yeah? I don’t care.” He retorted, turning you around and glaring down at you through his eyelashes, something dark and desiring residing in his honey-golden irises. “You think you can just get away with teasing me like that? Bending over like that, when you know I can bend you over that counter over there right now and fuck you till you can’t walk straight?” Rushes of electricity zapped to all corners of your body, but, you only smirked right at him and pulled from his strong hold, patting him gently on the head. You didn’t even take knowledge of the sight of him shirtless up-close, which took the most effort not to do.

You only chuckled, though with the look he was giving you, made you drop the small laugh real quick. “Sorry Tommy. Next time, okay?” He wanted to play this game, he better come up with better moves than that. Because you had a lot up your sleeve. But something about that lustful look in his eyes said that he had just the same. You walked out of that hut with the same alluring stride as before, knowing where his eyes were. Oh, he was so in for it.

You couldn’t wait to show him just how teasing you could be.

What? It’s not like you started it.

You could say things became heated.

Hello, Love bugs! 

George X Reader 

Warnings- smut, swears. 

Kinky smut with George? Sorry- JE (Why are you sorry?? If anything I should apologise for the sins I write.)

You were staying over at the burrow for the week break. The home happens to be very full with the golden trio, yourself, and charlie. You had been put into Ginny’s room along with Hermione so it happens to be the tight squeeze for the three of you.You could hear your new roommate breathing lightly as they seemed to be able to fall asleep easily. You, on the other hand, seemed to be in a different situation. Damn George had started staying the night in your bed since the beginning of the school year and you had become so used to it that you couldn’t sleep without his body heat beside you. Just as you were considering how to sneak out you saw the door crack open to see a familiar face poke in. He smiled as he caught your eyes after searching the room for you. Lifting the covers slowly you spun your legs to the side of the bed to tip toe your way to the opened door. 

Once you made your way out the door George’s hands were around your waist lifting you up and kissing your cheeks like it had been months since seeing each other and not hours. 

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anonymous asked:

hi! hope this isn't a bother but i was wondering -- do you have any favorite johnlock fics you could recommend? i've started watching series 4 finally and i have a craving. thanks so much in advance, and i hope you're having a lovely day!

Ah me. :)

If I attempted to share a list of faves, it would go on for quite a while if I really got my wheels under me and I had the time. I take it you saw the Baker Street Babes spreadsheet I reblogged the other day? A surprising amount of my preferred reading is scattered through there.

Let’s go instead for what I’m reading at the moment.

Please be warned: many of these are WIPs. I have no problem with WIPs as pretty much my whole damn relationship with fiction is built on a long series of WIPs, some of the longest of them mine. (Let us not FFS mention the name of a series that in 2019 will have been running for FORTY YEARS. George Martin has nothing on me.) I know some people won’t read WIPs, but I would not be one of those people. And the longer they are the better I like them, because where else does one put unquestioning faith these days? It’s got to go somewhere. 

Anyway, all these are on AO3. Pardon me for not inserting links, as I’m in the middle of something. Use the search box at AO3, you’ll find everything. 

Most recently (working backward down my notifications list) I’ve been reading (or rereading) fics by greywash (build your wings), Vulgarweed (The Dark Fire Will Avail You: since Tolkien seems to have fought shy of writing picaresque Maiar smut I have to get it somewhere), mydogwatson (Postcard Tales III), Chryse (Another Country), itsallfine (still missing the daily and sometimes multiply-daily updates on The Pieces That Fall To Earth), liriodendron (The Half Life of a Strange Quark), ancientreader (Pygmalion), tepidspongebath (numerous recent shorts), Mazarin221b (ditto, back after an absence and very welcome), lifeonmars (Points), scullyseviltwin (It Figures)… Also delighted to hear that Nana_41175′s Captive Hearts will update shortly.

That should be enough to be going on with, I think. :)

It’s Time To Begin Isn’t It

Stiles/Derek | PG | ~6k | AO3
Content notes:
 Post-canon, S6a compliant, past relationship references, relationship building

Summary: When Stiles finishes his degree at George Washington, he doesn’t hesitate when it comes to enrolling in the FBI academy in Quantico. Eager to start his career in the agency, even more to put his past behind him, he doesn’t put much thought to the memories that he might find in the area. But then he stumbles upon something that brings back something he thought he left far behind… in ways he isn’t expecting.

A/N: My apologies to the fandomwritingchallenge team for the delay in posting (and for going over the word limit). This managed to grow legs under me and turned into something bigger than I expected. And a massive thank you to Jenn for all the cheerleading when I was lost, and for the Beta read! 

It’s a few weeks before he’s allowed off base. Half of his class is on the way out before Stiles even gets back to his room on the first afternoon that they get leave. His roommate, Evan, has tossed all his things on the bed, and Stiles only finds an empty room. Another classmate – Sara, from the room across the hall – asked him earlier in the day if he was driving out, and if she could tag along. But when Stiles glances towards her door, he spots her leaving. She gives him a quick wave and then he hears someone call out to her to hurry up.

Once he’s put away his notes and books, he checks his watch. He’s not meant to be calling his dad or Lydia, and Scott’s working late at Deaton’s. The cut-off for being out is midnight, but he knows he’ll have to be up at five for training again, so he wonders if it’s worth it.

He does miss driving Roscoe, though, so he heads down to the parking lot, figuring he’ll at least make sure the Jeep will start. When he got to DC four years ago, he was amazed that they made it, but somehow the tape and rust held Roscoe together. He’s even more amazed now that it’s still in driving condition after years of driving around Washington and even making summer trips back home.

When he has the engine running – after a sigh of relief that there is enough gas in the tank to get to the nearest station – Stiles decides to at least go for a short drive. He barely got to see anything but the dorms and the road to them when he arrived, as once he was there, he wasn’t allowed out for anything but classes and training.

The place is small. Smaller than Beacon Hills. Definitely smaller than Washington. It gives him comfort, somehow, knowing that he’s somewhere that seemingly peaceful, a place that he hopes is unlikely to attract the special kind of hell. Only the regular human kind, which he’s here to learn how to defeat. It’s quiet, too, even though he can see people around, some in uniforms, others in civilian clothes. He takes note of places as he drives – post office, pizza place, stores, mechanic – just so he’s a little less lost the next time. They’ll be allowed to be out for the weekend unless there’s a special training session, and Stiles plans to go explore a little more. He gets back to base early that first night.

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Gone: Chapter 4

A/N: I know you guys are probably fed up with this, but I have every intention of seeing it through. Thanks to everyone who send me feedback on the previous chapter, I really appreciate it so much! And thanks to everyone sticking with me and Jay through all this torture.

This is THE CHAPTER by the way. Not the final chapter, but you know what’s gonna happen. It’s time.

Thanks to @justkillingtimewhileiwait & @allenting for all the help with this fic and all the support! You two are the best <3

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Fancasts :)


James Potter- Aaron Taylor Johnson

Ive always gone along with the crowd with this one ATJ is THE perfect James no doubt about it like look at him 

Sirius Black- Ben Barnes

Again another crowd pleaser but seriously (lol) look at him he is the physical  embodiment of Sirius.. the smirk the hair everything hes perfect 

Remus Lupin- Andrew Garfield 

This is undisputed for me because Andrew has that nerdish vibe, yet still gives off the essences of a laid back, chill guy and idk that is Remus for me

Severus Snape- Louis Garrel 

This was hard cause Louis Garrel is so hot and I hate Snape so much but he has the features and the hair and it just works and i hate it 

Peter Pettigrew- Jamie Bell

Again another hatred for a character but love for an actor.. Jamie Bell afain just works his got smaller pointier features like Peter would have but like i still hate pettigrew 

Lily Evans- Karen Gillian 

Karen has always been Lily for me because she gives of the hot headed nerdish girl and there are some edits out there of her and ATJ that have driven me to tears with how perfect it is so yes she is Lily

Regulus Black- Dane DeHaan 

Dane is one of my favorite actors and Regulus is one of my favorite characters even though he isnt mentioned much until the end hes a fallen hero of sorts and Dane portrays the cool yet serious and loyal guy that Regulus would be.. hed be the fallen hero and i love it

Marlene Mckinnon- Natalie Dormer 

NATALIE DORMER IS MY FAVORITE ACTRESS OF ALL TIME AND SHES SO HOT IM SO IN LOVE WITH HER……. anyway… Marlene had to have been like the most attractive badass human being to get Sirius Black to fall n love with her and Natalie is the definition of hot and badass like that smirk and those eyes and my god i love her 

Next Generation: 

Teddy Lupin- Hunter Parrish 

I had Luke Newberry before but i was scrolling through some things and Hunter Parrish just like was perfect like it all just clicked.. Teddy i feel would just be adorable yet so hot that all the girls would fawn over him yet hed be so blind to how attractive he really is

James Sirius Potter- Robbie Sheehan

Ive seen so many people fancasted as James Sirius and the only one whose ever stuck with me is Robbie… Robbie is sarcastic and gives off a snarky “i dont give a fuck” attitude and that is James.. His smile is what sold me tho.. its a smile that just hints at charming and troublemaking and i love it

Albus Rubeus Potter- Logan Lerman 

I fought myself for so long putting Logan here but he really is perfect.. i saw an edit somewhere that had ATJ, Dan Radcliffe, and him all next to each other and it just worked so well that i couldnt refuse 

Lily Luna Potter- Jane Levy

Jane Levy fits the bill for me because she has Harry’s eyes and Ginny hairs so its a perfect combo in my eyes and i love it she has the attitude of someone whose has to deal with James Sirius and Albus for brothers too so lol

Hugo Weasley- PJ Ligouri

PJ is just so cute and adorable and sweet and i think Hugo would be the exact same like for this its more personality than face but i feel PJ also has a ron like build being tall and lanky and his eyes with Hermiones hair and sharp features ugh i love it 

Rose Weasley- Sophie Turner

SOPHIE IS BAE AH she has Rons hair obviously and his eyes.. again this is more personality cause i picture Rose as fiery and adventurous and snarky and bubbly and that is what Sophie is 

Scorpius Malfoy- Bertie Gilbert

This is a bit obvious but like Bertie is so sweet yet so hot and also i thought hed look good with Sophie (oops im scorose trash) 

Victoire Weasley- Elizabeth Olsen 

I typed in Victoire Weasley Actress in google cause i wanted to see and get ideas and i scrolled fown really far till i saw Lizzie and i was like YASSS shes just perfect shes so gorgeous and gives off a veela vibe but she also has a little werewolf in her so shes tough and idk i think its perfect plus her and hunter would be SO CUTE 

Dominique Weasley- Britt Robertson

I always felt Dominique would be a lot like Bill personality wise, yet look more like Fleur with her hair and her softer features and i love it ah

Louis Weasley- Daniel Sharman 

Hes just so hot and such a charmer with i feel a shyer side and that it Louis to me 

Molly Weasley- Chloe Grace Moretz

Clhoe just has softer features and is so adorable and I feel like Percy’s kids would be precious and so sweet and thats just what Chloe gives off

Lucy Weasley- Georgie Henley 

This is the same as Chloe like Georgie looks so kind and sweet and i love it 

Fred Weasley II- Jacob Artist 

Seeing as Fred is half black half white, i wanted someone who could definitely embody both and Jacob just fit that.. he has a mix of sharper features and softer features which i think works for George and Angelina 

Roxanne Weasley- Zoe Kravitz 

Zoe is just such a badass and so punk rock and hard and i always thought Roxanne would be the same.. she gives off a punky vibe to me and i love this 

Lorcan and Lysander Scamander- Jack and Finn Harries 

i think Jack and Finn are the perfect combo of crazy and weird and off in their own world and yet still quite hot and i mean Luna’s kids had to be stunning so 

Id like some feedback guys i love all these people theyre all so attractive and idk they all work in my opinion

btw none of the gifs are mine :)

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any fic recommendations already where Derek and Stiles are best friends? If you have, can you please link it? Thank you very much! I'm starved for these kinds of fics.

  • This MIght Be Irony by thepsychicclam (M, 38k) Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.
  • Little Dumplings by DevilDoll (G, 8k) “You and Derek are going to sit next to each other,” she said. Derek had already put his mat down off to the side, near the window, and was sitting on it, glaring at his Batman sneakers. “And you’re going to hold hands.“ "What?” Stiles blurted. He looked over at Derek, who was looking back at him, mouth fallen open in shock. His eyes were so wide that for once his eyebrows weren’t his most noticeable facial feature. “If you refuse to apologize to each other, you’ll have to make up another way,” Miss Blake said firmly, steering Stiles over toward Derek and standing there while he obediently—if somewhat grudgingly—put his mat down.
  • Mating Habits of the North American Domesticated Werewolf by lielabell (M, 35k) Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
  • Help me get in touch (with what I feel) by alenie (E, 3k)  “Stiles, what happened?” Derek says as sternly as he can (which isn’t very). Nevertheless, there is a pause on the line, and a small sigh. “I was just…having some Stiles personal time, you know? And…I may have gotten something stuck. Um, in me.” “In you?” Derek says incredulously. “What do you…oh.” Enlightenment strikes. “Like, in your…” “Yes, in my butt!” Stiles snaps.

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Oh I think I landed where there are miracles at work...

A little bit late, but here are a few memories from the concert in Hannover on the 16th June. 

First of all, I was SO lucky. The whole day was full of luck.(Thank you, N for your lucky vibes). They promised heavy rain and wind, but we stayed (almost) dry. I expected a chaos at the gates with the new security measures, but there were no problems. I had arrived like ten minutes ago, and suddenly the guys started soundchecking (really cool stuff, Charlie Brown, SJLT, AHFOD, Viva…). 
And can you believe I queued with the very same people whom I met a year ago in Hamburg (read about that concert here)! They were so nice!

As the gates opened at 5pm, I quickly grabbed a Xyloband and Love-button, and then I ran. I had been queuing since ~10am, and ran directly to the left FOS area… wow. I made it! First row again! :D

There I met Jule (a big “Hi” to her!) and we passed the time until the support acts, Femme Schmidt and Aluna George, came on. Check out their music!

Then came the roadies! Actually I WANTED to shout “Hello!” to Matt McGinn, but then he was so concentrated setting Jon’s guitar and pedalboard up…

The concert was awesome, how else could it be? I screamed and sung my lungs out together with the crowd (which was awesome imo!). Jonny saw me at some point, probably because I was waving and cheering at him like crazy, and he grinned back and nodded. This happened about three times, I think.

Poor Jon, he had a bit of bad luck with his gear that day. In the beginning of ETIAW his guitar made such strange noises, he burst into laughter. Chris wanted to reassure his mate that he still loves him no matter how many mistakes he makes, went up to him and kissed him on the cheek <3.

And they played GPASUYF! I screamed like crazy! It was so awesome!

Everglow was really beautiful that day, because Chris talked about sending out wishes to the people we love, or to those who had suffered in war or an attack somewhere in the world. 

During Hymn for the weekend, Jon was lucky again, because his drum stick flew away. He and Guy laughed as he quickly stole one of the spare drum sticks on Guy’s side. 

The band disappeared for a moment to get to the C-Stage where they had to start In My Place twice, since they were so out of time :D
But Chris made up such a funny introduction story this time, we all had to laugh about it. (Did you know Guy is German?). 
After that they played Don’t Panic, and I was grinning like an idiot, because all wishes came true and I could hear Will and Jonny singing together, too!

Us Against the World was the most beautiful song of the day, in my opinion. Chris dedicated it to those affected by the fire in London, and during the performance, they showed people in the audience, who started to smile and wave as soon as they saw themselves. Chris’ outro sounded so wonderful….

Only three songs left. The concert passed so quickly, and I was sad to hear Up&Up because it’s the last song. Chris thanked us and promised to come back again. Then they bowed… once, twice… and disappeared. What a magical night!

My luck wasn’t over yet, because somehow I managed to get the tour book at the last merch stand in front of the entrance, and I didn’t even have to wait for more than a minute, even though it was so crowded…

It’s strange, even if you are going through hard times, whenever Coldplay is involved, everything is going to be great. The magic will happen, and it will be your adventure of a lifetime. 

Thank you, guys, for an unforgettable evening and for bringing paradise to Hannover. See you soon!

It Worked (Fred Weasley x reader smut)

(This has smut and some fluff. Let me know of mistakes, I’m happy to fix them! Enjoy!)

(Y/N) plopped down at the Gryffindor table. Her best friends Fred and George Weasley identically looked at her raising their eyebrows upon seeing her sour expression. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” asked George, the twins simultaneously smirked. “Being awake” sighed (Y/N) pouring oatmeal into her bowl. She’s never been a morning person. “What’s up with you two?” she added gesturing to their wide smirks. “Oh nothing, (Y/N/N) just happy to see you.” winked Fred. This made her heart flutter a bit, she scoffed. It was stupid, she thought. Fred always says stuff like that. It doesn’t mean anything. “Yeah, right” she murmured rolling her eyes. “Ooo someone’s sassy today” chuckled George “please, that was nothing” (Y/N) said back finishing her oatmeal. “Well, since you aren’t satisfied with that answer, perhaps you’d like to know what we have planned for dinner?” added George. “And whats that?” she replied, smirking. Fred felt his heat jump, he loved it when that devious look slid a crossed her beautiful face. “Well, we thought we’d teach Malfoy a lesson for calling you a you-know-what the other day.” started Fred. “Wait, wait, wait I-I told you guys, I can handle that on my own” (Y/N) stated defensively. “We know you can, we just want to help out a bit” Fred said back shrugging his shoulders. “Well, what did you have in mind?” asked (Y/N) curiously.

It was finally dinner and (Y/N) could hardly wait. She hated being called a mudblood more than anything. It was so demeaning, especially coming from Malfoy who thinks so highly of himself and his ridiculous family. She walked into the Great Hall to see Fred and George already at the table sniggering to one another. She could help but notice how Fred’s eyes lit up when he saw her, looking much like the stars glistening on the ceiling. She sat acrossed from them and asked in a low voice, “Did it work?” “We’re about to find out” they said in unison as they both stood walking over to the Slythern table, both gesturing for her to follow. George tapped Draco on the shoulder. (Y/N) saw the confused look on his face which twisted into disgust when he saw Fred, George, and (Y/N). “What do want, Weasels?” He spat. “Oh not much, Malfoy” started Fred. “Just have a couple questions for you” continued George. “Are you going to ask me or just keep waisting my time?” Draco asked sharply. “Have you ever kissed a girl” Fred asked loudly, drawing the whole tables attention. “No” he stated simply “and what is your deepest secret?” asked George with a huge grin. “I’m obsessed with Harry Potter” he stated again, all the Slytherns just stared at him in horror. “and finally, why do you always bully (Y/N)?” they asked in unison. “Because she really hot and I want her to pay attention to me” he said again with no expression. Fred’s jaw clenched and nose flared while George and (Y/N) burst into laughter. “Yep, it worked!” chuckled George. “We have to take him to the hospital wing!” shrieked Pansy Parkinson who was still struck with horror. “Don’t bother Madame Pomfrey, veritiusum wears off in a couple minutes” laughed (Y/N) as the three turned and went back to the Gryffindor table. “Fred, you okay, mate?” asked George looking at his brother. Fred’s jaw was still clenched he murmured “Yeah, I’m fine” got up and briskly left the Great Hall. He paced up and down the hallway. This is ridiculous, he thought, it’s a stupid thing to be jealous over. He turned when he heard the Great Hall door open and close again. He saw (Y/N), he loved the look of confusion on her face. Her brows were knitted and eyes big. He could just take her face in his hands an-“Are you sure you’re okay?” His thoughts were interrupted, he just stared back at her, not knowing what to say. “Freddyyy” she pouted lowly walking over to him. Godric, He loves it when she does that. “I-I just got… um I guess I got a bit jealous” he winced at his words, usually so smooth and easy, but she messes with his head. “Jealous?” asked (Y/N) her brows knitting again “of who?” “Malfoy” he stated. She laughed “Malfoy? Bloody hell, why?” “ ‘cause he got to tell you how he feels about you” Fred replied his eyes looking up into hers. “Fred, you can- you can tell me anything, you know that” she stammered, her heart beginning to race in her chest. She walked closer to him, so close she had to look up to see him, noses inches apart. “I-I mean, I have these feelings for you” he whispered. “Me too” she smirked. “Really?” he asked, heart leaping. “I mean if those feelings are love then yeah” Fred immediately closed the space between them pressing his lips to hers. She relished the feel of his rough chapped lips on her soft ones. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his wild ginger locks as he wrapped his arms around her waist, he turned his head to deepen the kiss, she complied as his tongue started to explore her mouth. He groaned a deep guttural groan as they pulled away for breath. “I’ve waited forever to do that.” He whispered while pressing his forehead against hers. “Let’s go somewhere more private, yeah?” (Y/N) asked, feeling her confidence start to come back as she took his hand and started briskly toward the secret passageway her, Fred, and George often used. When they entered they saw the pile of blankets and pillows left over from a recent sleepover you all had together. You turned toward Fred with a smirk. “You sure about this, (Y/N)?” he asked smiling, “wouldn’t want to risk out friendship” he said jokingly. She pulled her shirt over her head to reveal a navy lace bralette. His eyes widened and gulped deeply. “Well, we weren’t that close anyway” he murmured as he pulled her into a deep kiss, walking till they fell onto the pile. (Y/N) turned him on his back and broke the kiss, earning a grunt of displeasure. She smirked and straddled his hips. She pulled off his jumper then slowly started unbuttoning his white shirt. He groaned over the teasing as she ground her hips down a bit and ripped the rest of his shirt off, tossing it aside and sitting up, giving open mouthed kisses up and down her neck. She slipped her skirt off and pushed him down softly to take off his pants. She then pulled back his boxes to let his erection spring lose. Her breath hitched slightly at the size, she’s only had sex twice before, and started to get worried about her lack of experience. “You okay, love?” Fred asked concerned. “I’m getting better and better” she remarked and took hold of his erection and started kitten kissing the tip. Fred took in a quick deep breath and let out a strangled groan as she fully licked up and down his shaft. She took all of him in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she slid up and down. Fred was a moaning mess, his hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her. She could feel he was getting close so she stopped, causing him to let out a cry. “Be patient, love” (Y/N) murmured pressing a kiss to his lips, “No,
now” he growled, turning her over on her back and spreading her legs. He slipped off her soaking panties and ran his fingers up and down her folds then, slowly inserting his middle finger deep inside her. “Oh, fuck! Fred!” she moaned as he inserted another finger. He pulled his fingers out and lined himself up to her entrance and slowly thrusted into her. They both moaned loudly, he leaned down to kiss her roughly. He started at a quicker pace, both of them moaning over and over. He removed her bra and started placing kisses over her breasts and nipples as her thrusted into her faster. “Ugh, Merlin, (Y/N) I’m close” stammered Fred, his thrusts getting faster, and sloppier. “Me too” squealed (Y/N) as she felt the knot in her stomach get tighter till she finally released. The feeling of her orgasm sent Fred over the edge, he came deep in her and fell, pulling the covers over them, both of them were panting deeply. Fred loved watching her chest rise and fall as she caught her breath. He smiled widely, (Y/N) smirked when she caught his eye. “What?” “I’m just, really happy” “I love you, Fred” she whispered looking in his deep, brown eyes and tangling her hands in his hair. “I love you too, (Y/N)” he said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her under his chin. They both quickly fell asleep.

The sunrise gleaming through the cracks in the passage walls woke them. Fred stretched as he look down to see (Y/N), eyes still closed but nose scrunched, not wanting to get up. She grabbed his neck and pulled him to a chaste kiss, then opened her eyes. “Morning, love” she said in a raspy voice. “Wow, you’re unusually pleasant considering it’s morning” he chuckled. “Well, mornings not so bad if I get to wake up to you” (Y/N) said with a smile, reaching to grab her clothes. “Ooo that was smooth” he laughed. “Wait!” He stopped her before she pulled her shirt back on. “I have an idea how to tell everyone!”

(Y/N) walked through the portrait door into the Gryffindor common room to Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Lee, George, Angelina and a couple other Gryffindors she doesn’t know very well. They all turned to look at her. Hermione stuttered looking shocked “uh, (Y/N) where were you all night?” “I went to study in the library and accidentally fell asleep” (Y/N) shrugged as she started to the girls dorm. “Um” Ron’s voice stopped her “why is your jumper so big?” “Oh” (Y/N) looked down pretending to just notice the jumper that was to her mid thigh. “Someone must of hexed it!” she stated, holding back laughter as she ran up the dormitory stairs. Everyone looked around at each other, shrugged and got back to their conversations. They all looked back up as they heard the portrait door open once again. “Morning all!” Fred yawned merrily as he walked into the common room. Everyone stared at him shocked. George’s jaw hitting the floor as they saw Fred wearing a Gryffindor jumper that was to his elbows and showing his belly button. He thew open the boys dormitory door and hopped up the stairs. Everyone sat in shock for a few moments, piecing it together, then they all jumped up, boys up to the boys dorm and girls up to the girls. They both grabbed (Y/N) and Fred and pulled them down the stairs, cheering and shouting hoorays. Fred and (Y/N) were shoved together, they smiled widely to each other. “It worked” she chuckled as he leaned down and kissed her, earning more cheers from their friends and a vomiting noise from George.

Mine (Joji)

Anon Request: Could u do an imagine where reader isn’t dating joji but he gets jealous of her hanging around and laughing at other people’s jokes then just grabs her by the waist and whispers “mine"

I somehow heard a knock on the door over the sound of everyone’s chatter and the soft sound of the music, someone else was waiting to get in. Great. Not that I didn’t like people, I was social and actually enjoyed the company, but the place was getting crowded enough. I opened the door, a smile spread across my face. His black hair was somewhat covering his face as he stared down at his phone, as he looked up, his eyes beamed, a smile spreading across his face. He looked good despite me not seeing him for a few weeks. I expanded my arms out, letting him embrace me as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

“Hey, Joji.” I said, still smiling.

I considered Joji my closest friend up until a few weeks ago when he randomly stopped coming over and communicating with me altogether. There was an incident that occurred at a friends house party where someone had drunkenly put him on blast, claiming that he had a crush on me, and feeling embarrassed and awkward, he kept his distance thinking that maybe I didn’t feel that way about him but it ‘wouldn’t hurt to take precautionary measures’…and I did feel that way, but I knew that he didn’t, which is obviously why he kept his distance in the first place. He pulled away from the hug rather quickly, which of course left me red-faced and a bit ashamed. I let him in and shut the door behind us.

“You look nice.” he said looking around, seeing nothing but groups of people, “This place looks different, you remodeled?”

“Nah, I just moved the furniture around a little bit. I needed a change.” I answered.

He nodded, uncomfortably standing there. I offered him beer, to which he followed me into the kitchen to receive. I took one out of the fridge for him, handing it over, he spoke, “Do you think we can talk? I have some stuff I wanna get out of the way…”

“Uh, yeah, we can go-“ I said before I was interrupted by Henry, one of my friends, calling me from the living room.

“You gotta see this!” Henry laughed over the music and everyone’s constant rapid talking. I excused myself politely and went over to Henry who showed me a video of some sort of meme. I couldn’t help but laugh and roll my eyes at him. Soon enough, I had forgotten about George who was in the kitchen still rummaging the cabinets for more alcohol. I danced around with several people, feeling great, singing along and laughing all through the night. Deciding to take a break, I went into my room to change out of my top. It was soaked in sweat and beer so I went with something a little more revealing around my cleavage area and my stomach just for fun. Walking out into the hallway, I saw Joji leaning against the wall.

“Hey, George. You okay?” I asked, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Uh, sure. You’re looking a little…revealing.” he pointed out bluntly.

“It’s hot in here.” I answered shrugging.

He walked off, taking a giant gulp of his drink. Maybe he still felt awkward…and that made me feel like shit. It was probably best to forget about him the way I saw him, so that’s what I focused on doing. I drank more, circling myself with my friends as everyone else danced. I laughed at the weird shit they tried pulling and the jokes they told. Catching my breath, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a guy that was invited by one of my friends, she was trying to set me up. Since I wanted to forget about Joji as much as I could, I started chatting the guy up. Lightly touching his arm every now and then, giggling at his little antics. I could see George behind the guy, glaring over at us as he clenched his jaw. I paid no mind to him, focusing on the guy again. A few minutes passed by and the guy leaned in to my ear to to tell me something, I couldn’t hear him over the music blaring louder than before. I noticed George throw his cup somewhere and angrily lumbered over to us. He yanked me by my wrist, pulling me into his chest. Smelling his scent I shut my eyes, I missed him more than I thought I did. Although I was confused, I didn’t mind it. Trying to get over Joji would be a challenge. I opened my eyes and processed what was going on.

“What are you doing?” I asked harshly, pushing away from him as I realized what a dick-move that was. He disappears for weeks after denying his feelings for me, treating it as some kind of joke, making me feel like a complete idiot for feeling the way I do about him and now here he was cock blocking. Joji clutched me by the waste, pulling me in close, joining our bodies together.

“Mine.” he whispered into my ear in a gravelly voice, “All mine.”

His hand resting just above my butt as I felt his lips nip at my neck, working their way to my lips. His free hand cupped my face. Joji looked me in the eyes, searching my face with his eyes, as if trying to assure me everything was okay. He tilted his head lower, hesitating. I grabbed his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his hungrily. Everything around us felt like it disappeared, even that stupid guy who was hitting on me. I wanted George, I’ve always wanted George, and now that our feelings for each other were reciprocated, I didn’t have to hide that anymore.

“All yours.” I smiled as he leaned his forehead against mine.

What Comes Next? Countdown (King George III x Reader

Hi! So my friend @johnny-laurens-turtles and I decided to team up and write a soulmate AU with our problematic fave King George! (There are so many parts I’m sorry)

Pairing: King George X Reader w/ brother! Alex

Triggers: none?

Prompts: Soulmate AU where you switch bodies with your soulmate on New Years after your 22nd birthday

Word count: 2106


“Your majesty we made the decision of you staying in tonight and not going out for New Years we don’t know what could happen.” One of the court informed George.

He rolled his eyes, and kept heading for the doors of the castle. “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision, I have elected to ignore it.”


“(Y/N) come on we don’t wanna be late for the ball!” Your brother Alex shouted at you. New Years was always an anxious time, and the fact that Alex was forcing you to go to the Schuyler sisters ball did not bode well with your nerves. You looked in the mirror at your (f/c) dress and took deep breaths. Maybe it won’t happen this year, you told yourself, but you couldn’t help but worry about you possibly waking up in your soulmates body.

“(Y/N) come on! The general is going to be there and I wanna make a good impression!” You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at your brothers eagerness.

“Calm yourself Alex, it is only a short carriage ride away! Now come help me with my shoes I can’t see over this giant skirt.”


King George walked out of the back of the palace where all the deliveries came into and he sauntered into the main city where a festival was being held. Gratefully nobody recognized him as the King of their great nation as he pushed his way through the crowd. Music played from the middle of the plaza and was loud enough to be heard over the chatter.

He made his way past a bar where are the festival goers seemed to get their drinks. He heard a commotion from inside and decided to look into it.

George walked inside as someone ran out yelling: “THE COUNTDOWN IS COMING THE COUNTDOWN IS COMING!”

“Countdown? Excuse me miss what is the countdown?” George asked a random woman in the bar.

“You’ll find out handsome..” The woman slurred. “I hope I get paired with you…”

“Paired? What?” Before he could ask any more questions chanting started in the bar and in the square.


It seemed like it was coming from everywhere.



Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go out tonight.








The music stopped.


Your legs felt like jelly from all the dancing. Countless suitors talked about them being your soulmate, but you knew they weren’t. Your brother told you the story of when he and his soulmate, Eliza Schuyler, switched bodies. You were mesmerized and horrified of the thought of waking up in another body, and with the revolution stirring you couldn’t help but worry as to who your soulmate was, and if they could possibly die in the war, or even worse, they were already dead.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when your soon to be sister in law Eliza grabbed you by the forearm,

“C'mon (Y/N), the countdown is starting, don’t you want to be with everyone to ring in the new year?” You wanted to tell her about your worries, but you felt foolish, so you kept it to yourself and hoped that your soulmate wouldn’t make a fool in front of your friends.

You and Eliza made it back into the grand ballroom right as the countdown began.




Suddenly you weren’t feeling so well…



You felt eyes on the back of your neck, was it those suitors hoping to wake up in your body in a matter of moments? Maybe it was just nerves…




“Eliza I don’t feel so well…”



Everything was silent. No cheers were heard, and you felt like a feather. It was happening. You were going to find your soulmate.


A different song was playing this on. More sped up and in beat with the changers of a different group.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” They yelled while someone said something else in the King’s ear.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?! Do I need to get Alex?” A beautiful woman was yelling over the crowd. Her face was right over George’s face and he scooted away feeling heavier fabric then he was wearing only seconds earlier.

Realizing he was sitting in the ground he started to sit up with the girls help. Seeing what he was wearing made him scream, but it wasn’t his scream so he screamed again.

He was wearing a dress!

A bloody dress!

George looked over himself in horror. His (s/c) hands were smaller than he remembered, and he had…

He had breasts!

Nice ones.

“Wait! When did I get breasts?!” He exclaimed in shock and a few people looked at him weird. George noticed his voice wasn’t the same as well.

Eliza looked at her best friend who on the inside was King George himself, but she didn’t know that. “I’m getting Alexander.”


After the numbness faded away and you slowly regained your vision, you noticed you were somewhere far, far away from home. Over all the cheering, you heard unfamiliar music flowing around you. You relished the moment for as long as you could until you realized there was work to be done. You had no idea where you were, or whose body you were currently occupying. As the crowds started to diminish you found yourself standing alone looking like a fool.

“Think, (Y/N), think! Where would I go to find out where I am?” You said to yourself, and of course the most logical yet stupidest solution came to mind.

The bar.

As you walked towards what you thought was the direction of the nearest tavern. You felt eyes on your back, quickly looking back you felt your heart stop. You were met with a group of redcoats. You suddenly turned back and quickened your pace, because who knew if your soulmate was on the run or not.

Then you saw more of them, as you got closer to the center of the town, groups of ten or more were showing up, all speaking of the war and how the Americans were just going through a phase and King George will win the colonies back.

“Where in the colonies am I? Georgia? Maybe even South Carolina?” You thought to yourself. Yet you couldn’t be prepared for what happened next.


As soon as the woman left to get this Alexander character, King George stood up and started walking away. When he turned around many men stood there.


“My love!”

“Did it happen?”

“I told you we were soulmates!”

Were all the things that George heard as he was crowded by the men.

As they closed in on him, he stood tall and said: “Step away peasants!”

He tried to push through the men with little success, whoever’s body this was, wasn’t as strong as he was.

“Y/N!” A voice rang over the others. “Move out of my way!”

An arm reached out through the crowd and pulled the body from the crowd.

“Ow! Remove your hands from me!” George pulled the arm away from the man’s grip.

“Sorry, sis…” The same voice apologized.

“Sis? Who do you think I-” George looked up and saw in front of him General George Washington, a short guy with shoulder length brown hair, and the woman from earlier.

He looked around the room for the first time to see men in Blue coats toasting and dancing with women. He looked back towards the General and the others.

“I’m not in England anymore..” George whispered under his breath.


Well, you had to find out who your soulmate was at some point, but this was not the way you wanted it to happen…..

Three guards in redcoats approached your being with a look of relief written on their faces.

“Your Highness! There you are, we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” One of the men said. Wait. Hold on, Highness? Is that what he said? That can’t be right, if your soulmate was referred to as “your highness” that must mean…

“Oh shit. Alexander is going to kill me when I have my body back.” Your soulmate just had to be THE King of England, the very person who you were supposed to hate. The one who sent battalions out to kill the people you cared about to regain control of the colonies. You couldn’t help but think as to how George was faring in America, especially when you remembered the general was present.

“My King, are you alright? Are you hurt?” The guardsman brought you back from your daze. Nobody could know that the king wasn’t in fact the King, at least not at this moment. You had to do your best to act like royalty. This should be fun.

“Yes, I am perfectly fine, I merely went out to get some fresh air, then admire my people and their celebrations. I will be getting back to the castle now. Thank you.” Walking off as you said that, leaving the guardsmen utterly confused.

“Thank you?!? What were you thinking (Y/N)?” A voice that was definitely not yours, yet came out of your mouth, angrily whispered.

“I could get used to this voice….”

Snap out of it. You still have work to do. You’ve found out who your soulmate was, now it’s time to leave clues for him before the 24 hours were up. First, however, you had to get back to the castle and pray George didn’t piss anyone off beforehand.

Thankfully, you managed to sneak into the vast castle without anyone important hounding you, and every time you saw a guard you simply ignored their presence, as you assumed a King would do. You found your way to a library, not daring to try to make your way to the King’s chambers. You quickly and quietly grabbed a quill and some parchment to write down some basic information that you hope would aid him in finding you.

’(Y/N) Hamilton, New York City.’

You folded the parchment and then stick it into your pockets, praying he’ll discover it.


(A/N- Can I get a steak and cheese with lettuce.. yeah yeah just the usual and OMG THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE SORRY SORRY)

George looked from to the small man he now knew as Alexander Hamilton, and his court, Elizabeth.

“I’m sorry, a soul-what?” George raised an eyebrow at the accusations that the two were telling him.

“A soulmate.” Alex corrected.

“Once a year, at midnight during New Years after you 22nd birthday, you and you soulmate switch.. well.. souls!” Eliza explained again.

“It’s how me and Eliza met as well as George and Martha.” Alex said also motioning to the couple next to us.

“And you’re telling me there’s no kind of sorcery or witchcraft involved in this?” George asked skeptical

“Not that we know of.” George answered.

King George nodded his head.

After a few minutes of silence.

“Are you okay now?” Eliza said slowly.

“No, I’m not okay! One minute I’m in a bar in England surrounded by my subjects, the next I’m in a woman’s body! A woman’s body complete with heavy breast and a corset, and this thing is so damn tight that I swear I’m going to pass out any minute! I applaud you women for being able to endure this torture!” George ranted.

“Thank-” Eliza was cut off.

“Did you say subjects?” George leaned forward.

George’s eyes widened, “No…”

“Who exactly are you, again?” George asked with a concerned look on his face.

Surrounded by colonials, George really did not want to reveal his identity, but then again this wasn’t his body, so maybe it would be okay…

“I am the King-”

Alexander didn’t think and reflexively reached out and punched George straight in the face, forgetting that it wasn’t actually him but his sister, Y/N.

At that moment, Alex’s three closest friends were walking up to them.

“Merde!” Lafayette exclaimed.

“Holy-” Laurens’ hand traveled to his mouth to stop the string of curses.

“Damn, man that’s your sister for Christ’s sake!” Hercules looked purely horrified.

Eliza, Martha, Washington, and Alex all stood in shock and looked at George to see if he was alright.

George turned back to to the group unfazed. Not a single tear. Yet, a redness had already started to form where Alex had hit and everyone could tell that there was going to be a big bruise later.

“What happened?” George didn’t feel a thing. (Y/N) on the other hand…

anonymous asked:

How do you argue the idea that "if god created everything who created god" because there seems to be a contradiction with people who say everything had a creator

This argument is a simple one in my opinion. But before I show you how this doesn’t cause a contradiction for theists, I’ll show you how this question actually leads to a contradiction for atheists.

We’ve all heard of the Big Bang Theory, however not many people actually have an accurate understanding of what it is. Normally, we think that this theory means that there was nothing, then a “Big Bang” happened and then everything came into existence etc etc. This isn’t 100% true. What the Big Bang Theory states is not how the universe began, but rather, how it expanded. So this theory starts off with a super small, condensed sphere known as the ‘singularity’ which, for one reason or another, expanded super quickly and eventually led to the universe we have today. Notice, this doesn’t answer, nor does it attempt to answer, the actual issue of creation. The super small dense singularity exists beforehand in the theory. No where in the theory does it say this ball popped into existence, it simply states that it already existed. Likewise, other theories like evolution fall under the same misunderstanding. Evolution itself is NOT a source of creation. It cannot create itself, rather, evolution describes a method of creation. A cell had to have formed before evolution occurs. It’s not the other way around. Evolution needs DNA, and a replicating DNA at that (along with suitable proteins, enzymes, etc). So here is where the contradiction occurs for the atheist…When they ask a theist, “well if you say everything needs a creator, then who created God?” they themselves believe in a theory were a magic dense singularity already existed, only later to have magically expanded. So if they ask who created God, I ask who created that singularity? If they can accept that this singularity existed without a creator then what’s the issue of thinking God exists without a creator….

Another interesting point. Scientists tell us that they believe the universe is about 13 billion years old. The way they got that number is through their estimates of when the Big Bang occurred. This means that they believe that time was created along with space in something called space-time. But what is time? (and no, time really does exist, it is NOT man made). This is question now leaves the realm of science and enters the realm of philosophy. After reading the different arguments as to what is time, I believe the best definition of time is that it is simply a measurement of change. Therefore, if nothing changes, then there is no time. For example, I believe that if everything in the universe reaches 0 Kelvin, or absolute zero, (at this point even the atoms almost stop vibrating), then time pretty much stops because nothing can really change anymore (think of the Big Freeze, aka the Death of the universe). Likewise, if scientist believe that time began with the Big Bang, they must believe in God. Why? Because if they say time didn’t exist beforehand, then that means there was no change, and no change can ever occur. This is because No change + No change = No change. For example, idk about you, but sometimes I could be sitting home alone, but then something randomly just falls or something weird like that. That act of sudden movement of that object is not random, there had to have been slight changes or small forces acting on it until it gave way and fell. Point being that there was slight changes taking place along the way which eventually led to this occurring. However, if time truly did being with the Big Bang, then nothing could have built up before hand to have led to trigger the universe’s expansion because nothing can change. Thus, you would need God to not only create that small dense ball to begin with, but to initiate it’s growth.

Okay, so that is one way to answer the question, but here is another.

This question is usually posed because everything we see and everything that exists in our universe needs a cause. And this is part of the nature and law of our world. However, a distinction needs to be made between our world and God. God isn’t bound by our world, it’s laws, or it’s norms, and this is a vital point. This concept of cause and effect, creator and created, only applies to this universe. But I understand that wrapping your head around this notion is difficult, so I’ll give you an example of how there are things that our minds simply cannot understand because these concepts seem too strange to us. For example, think of a 2D object. Most likely you thought of a stick person or shadow or something. Now think of a 3D object…. Easy. Now think of a 4D object. Can’t? How about 5D? You man say, well they don’t exist. However, according to String Theory, it is theorized that up to 11 Dimensions are out there. The only problem is we have no way of detecting them…. the point is, we can’t comprehend things outside our realm of reality which is why the question of “Well, if God exists, who created Him?” is not necessarily a valid question. In our created realm, the reality of cause and effect exists, but this law was created by Allah (SWT), not the other way around. And again, anyone who objects to this would have to also reject the Big Bang Theory as well.

Lastly, I’ll just include this bit. We live in an age were it seems that most scientists are atheists/anti-religion, however this simply isn’t true. A study done by Elaine Howard Ecklund, from Rice University between 2005-2008 showed that out of 1700 scientists about 50% of them believed in some form of God. Of the remaining 50%, only 30% of those scientists considered themselves to be atheist, leaving the other 20% being agnostic. What’s even more surprising is that out of the 30% of scientists which said they are atheists, One-Fifth of them considered themselves “spiritual atheists.” Furthermore, she found that out of the atheist scientists, only a very small percentage were anti-religion or felt that science and religion weren’t comparable. She also went on to speak about how most scientists don’t feel comfortable letting other people know they believe in God bc they felt that if people know that the believe in a creator, they might question their work. The reason I state this is bc we are fed this false idea that most scientists are atheists…that is simply not the case. Included in this research was what you would call “elite” scientists, or the big name scientists, who fell on both ends of the spectrum. Some believed in God while others didn’t. But the point is the same, don’t believe this narrative that scientists or people of knowledge are atheists, that isn’t true. I currently have a Biology professor who studied at Harvard and has his PhD (in the biological field, forgot what it was exactly) who openly says he believes in God…use your own judgment, don’t look for other’s to think for you.

Just some fun facts: Albert Einstein, also held some sort of belief in God, although he believed in Spinoza’s God. But in an interview published in George Sylvester Viereck’s book, Glimpses of the Great, he was asked if he considered himself to be a pantheist. Einstein said,

“Your question is the most difficult in the world. It is not a question I can answer simply with yes or no. I’m not an atheist, and I don’t think I can call myself a pantheist. We are in the position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in many languages. The child knows someone must have written those books. It does not know how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child dimly suspects a mysterious order in the arrangement of the books but doesn’t know what it is. That, it seems to me, is the attitude of even the most intelligent human being toward God. We see the universe marvelously arranged and obeying certain laws but only dimly understand these laws. Our limited minds grasp the mysterious force that moves the constellations. I am fascinated by Spinoza’s pantheism, but admire even more his contribution to modern thought because he is the first philosopher to deal with the soul and body as one, and not two separate things.”

-Albert Einstein

Another leading scientist, Dr. Michio Kaku, who is the co-founder of String Field Theory, also believes in God. He has said,

“Personally, I think there’s much wisdom in the God of Einstein…The universe is gorgeous. The universe is very simple, and it didn’t have to be that way. The universe could have been random. It could have been ugly. It could have been a random collection of electrons and photons. No life, no vitality, nothing interesting at all. Just a random collection of a mist of electrons and photons. That could have been the universe, but it isn’t. Our universe is rich; it is beautiful, elegant. And you can summarize most of the laws of physics on one sheet of paper. Amazing.”

-Dr. Michio Kaku

But like I said, don’t believe in something because others do or don’t. You are intelligent enough to piece together your reality, so don’t give that right to anyone else. You will come across people who believe in God and don’t believe in God and still, others who fall somewhere in-between, but all that doesn’t matter because their beliefs aren’t yours. Imam Jafar Sadiq (as), the 6th successor of the Holy Prophet Muhammad (SAWS), has a lovely saying where he says,

“The one who enters this religion through men will exit it through men just as they caused him to enter it. And whoever enters this religion through the Book and the prophetic practice, mountains will move before he does [in his faith].”

In other words, you must believe on your own account. Don’t look at who follows what and say, well Richard Dawkins is super anti religion therefore so am I. At the same time, also don’t say, “well Albert Einstein believed in a creator, therefore so will I.” That isn’t having faith in God, it’s having faith in man. Moral of the story, think hard, ask questions, come up with your own conclusion.

I wish you clarity in your pursuit

The Birthday Girl: a Nurse Offstill fanfic

@superhighschoolleveldemigod @jackie-sugarskull @thelovablycynicalerinmac @theanonforever @thatanimationgirl and everyone else. 

In honour of International Nurses Day, I’ve not only written a story about my CU OC Nurse Offstill, but I’ve also officially decided that her birthday is May 12th as well. 

No staff member at Jerome Horwitz Elementary had ever received such attention on their birthday. 

It started with little Peter Billards, the second-grader who’d gotten stung by a hornet on her first day on the job. Nurse Offstill had not only extracted the sting and treated the wound but also set fire to the ginormous hornets’ nest behind the football bleachers after the exterminator failed to show up (she’d enjoyed that part more than she would admit). Almost as soon as she arrived at school, he approached her with a thankful, toothy smile and presented her with a box. 

“Happy birthday, Nurse Offstill,” he said. “My Mom got you this. She says ‘Happy Birthday’ too.” 

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Imagine celebrating the New Year with Chris (2.0)

A/N: ‘Cause you gotta have the option of spending New Year’s with Chris alone. I know it’s a little late but have been suffering from a bit of a writer’s block so forgive me. X

You and Chris decided to spend the weekend at a cabin as far away from civilization as possible so the two of you could have a quiet, romantic New Year’s Eve instead of the usual crazy A-Lister party. Chris was excited because it’d been a while since the two of you had some proper alone time; the entire December had been hectic, recovering from Thanksgiving and preparing for Christmas. While the two of you loved spending time with everyone, the escape to the cabin couldn’t have come at a better time- especially since Chris was about to leave for the next Avengers movie. It had become a routine by now that before he left for any job, the two of you would take a few days to yourselves to rest, relax, and reassure; a movie as big as Infinity War meant your boyfriend needed a lot of the third R.

The cabin was the same one the two of you went too when you needed a timeout from work and people and paparazzi, it was nice because out there- it was always just the two of you. It was peaceful and quiet; it had the calm you and Chris craved and loved. The cabin was basically a bubble where nothing bad could ever go wrong, in fact- it was at the cabin where some of your biggest milestones with him occurred. The first time he said ‘I-love-you’ happened at that cabin; he asked you to move in with him at that cabin; and you were sure it was at that cabin where he would eventually propose, so you definitely had a special place in your heart for it.

You sat by the fire, roasting marshmallows so you could have it with your hot chocolate. Chris had opted for a beer because he said, and you quote, “it’s my last chance to drink beer, sweetheart. I’m not giving it up for anything, not even your delicious hot chocolate.” You laughed but you knew the next six months were going to be challenging for him, and you, considering he was leaving you and your shared home.

“Happy Anniversary,” Chris sang-song, holding up two bags of Chinese food from your favorite Chinese restaurant. “I thought it’d be easier to get takeout,” he explained as he settled on the floor opposite you, “God knows we’ve done enough cooking over the last month.”

“I think you nailed this year’s present,” you nodded in agreement as you reached for the box marked 'spring rolls’. “Wait-” you felt your eyes narrow when you remembered where you were. “How did you get them to deliver all the way out here? And just in time for dinner too. I mean- we’re like a three hour drive from their restaurant.”

“It’s amazing what a little name dropping can do,” Chris bit back his smile when you scoffed in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I gave them a huge tip. Like- enough to cover gas and car snacks huge,” he told you and you chuckled. “They even got a selfie and an autograph, so- I think they’re walking away from this experience happily.”

“You really shouldn’t abuse your powers as Captain America.”

“You really should appreciate the fact that your boyfriend is Captain America and has powers to abuse,” he retorted with a smug smile. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have all this amazing Chinese food to eat and you’d have to cook dinner.” You shot him a weary look then cracked when he laughed; you threw a packet of soy sauce at him and he laughed harder.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“I know,” he smiled. “How else did I get someone as amazing as you to fall in-love with me?”

You bit back your smile as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. After being his girlfriend for four years, he still had the ability to make you blush; the butterflies in your stomach were also very much alive. It was a good thing though, it meant that you were still very much in-love with him- as much as he was with you because you had the exact same effect on him.

Chris watched you as you ate, smiling because he couldn’t be happier. Another year was about to pass and you were still his girl; it was also the fourth anniversary of the first time you met. It was at a bar on New Year’s Eve- a bar that neither of you had wanted to go to in the first place- when he fell for- well, fell because he tripped on your feet then fell in-love because you were who you were. He was still amazed that he somehow- in his drunken state- charmed you enough to take you out to brunch the next day when you were both severely hung over. It was an amazing date despite how horrible the two of you felt and everything had been amazing since that fateful meeting.

“What?” You chuckled when you realize he was watching you with his usual love sick gaze. “Are you falling in-love with me all over again?” You teased and he nodded with a smile that made you stomach flutter. “Stop it,” you giggled and blushed.

“You know what,” he reached for your hands and pulled you to your feet as he rose to his. “I am grateful everyday that Mackie dragged me to that bar.” You stepped around the boxes of food and melted into his arms that had wrapped themselves around you. “Honestly-” he continued and you looked up at him, “I don’t know what I’d be doing now if I didn’t meet you, I can only imagine how terrible it’d be.”

“You’d probably be getting drunk and hooking up with some other pretty girl at a bar somewhere, so not that bad.” You teased and he chuckled. “As for me- well, I know exactly what I’d be doing now and how terrible it’d be. I’d be single, definitely. I’d still be working as a waitress because I wouldn’t have a boyfriend constantly pushing me to do something more with my writing. And I’d definitely be asleep before twelve 'cause no boyfriend to kiss at midnight. So you think you lucked out,” you joked and he smiled.

“Yeah, I did.” He nodded. “I’m extremely lucky no guy was smart enough to sweep you off your feet because if they did then well-” he chuckled, “you wouldn’t have been able to sweep me off mine.” You laughed when you thought back to that day; Chris Evans on his ass because he’d tripped over your feet. “I have never been so happy to fall in front of so many people before.”

“And I have never been so happy to trip someone in front of so many people before,” you chuckled. “Thank you for falling for me,” you whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck which drew a bigger smile from him. “What would I do without you?”

“I promise you that that’s a question you’ll never have to answer,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead and you smiled. “Shall we finish our food before it gets cold?” He quizzed and you nodded, pulling away from him.

You and Chris settled back down on the ground and continued to have your dinner, chatting about little things and working your way up to talk about his upcoming leave. As much as you didn’t want to, you had to eventually. There were things to discuss, like when you could go and visit, and what day a weekly Skype session could be schedule. It was a little difficult to have a confirmed date now because he still hadn’t got a feel of the set and how much of a time crunch they were in but usually, visits could occur after the first two months and the weekly Skype sessions were on Sundays.

“Can you give me a spoiler?” You asked and Chris laughed; he knew it was coming because you’d been subtly hinting for spoilers since you saw Civil War. “It can be my high before we have to get to the low. I don’t really want to discuss you being gone for six months,” you said then pouted.

“I’ll be gone for longer if I spill Marvel secrets,” he joked then glanced out the window. “The snipers are just waiting to take me out. You know the book, Nineteen-Eighty-Four by George Orwell?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, think of Marvel as Big Brother. They have Thought Police everywhere so if I even think about telling you…” He trailed off and acted like he had just been shot in the chest. “Dead.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you rolled your eyes. “Fine, let’s just talk about you leaving me next week without a high to go on.” You crossed your arms over your chest like a child, drawing laughter from Chris. “What time’s your flight?” You muttered bitterly.

“You can have a high to go on,” he said and held out your fortune cookie. “Don’t pretend like you’re not excited,” he chuckled when you stared at it indifferently. “I know you too well, Y/N Y/L/N.” You bit back your smile and took it from him.

“I like fortune cookies, yes, but I don’t think-” you cracked it open and your breath hitched in your throat when a beautiful engagement ring slid out. “Is this…Are you-” You looked up at Chris and he smiled, cracking open his fortune to pull out a tiny piece of paper.

“You should propose now,” he read and you chuckled nervously, feeling the excitement overwhelm you. “Wow, this is one assertive cookie.” He rose and propped himself up on one knee then reached over to take the ring from your hand, and your hand in his. “I better do as I’m told otherwise I’m going to start the new year on a real low.”

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“Y/N,” he squeezed your hand gently, “you are wonderful and talented and beautiful and kind. Every second I have had with you has made my life so much better, and I thank my lucky stars every day for that night. You make me so happy and make me feel so loved, Y/N-” He chuckled shakily; nervous and excited. “And I don’t ever want to stop feeling like this. I know this is not the best time because I’m about to go away for six months but I thought we could both use the high.” He said and you nodded vigorously. “So, Y/N, will you marry me?”


Chris smiled and slipped the ring on your finger, you squealed then rose on your knees and hugged him tightly. He chuckled and hugged you back. “I love you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing you how much,” he whispered.

“I already have a pretty decent clue,” you told him and kissed him; his smile could be felt against yours. “Happy New Year, Christopher Evans.” You broke the kiss and whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

“Happy New Year, Y/N Y/L/N.”

HWTR to meeting you, their YouTube crush, at a convention




He’s rather anxious at first but the moment he spots you, he instantly calms himself down. And he knows exactly what he has to do: get rid of his friends and approach you on his own. He didn’t want to get embarrassed by them in front of you, his esteemed YouTube crush. Joji just can’t believe his luck—he didn’t take long to spot you in the crowd (because he was rather hyped and actually couldn’t stay still). And he wasn’t going to admit that he wandered around the convention centre in search for you specifically. His crush was mostly hidden or at least, the intensity of it; he kept cool on the surface whenever your name was mention and never acted as a fan boy. That was reserved only for his private time. He didn’t want for Max and Ian to continuously make fun of him with his crush, even if he doesn’t particularly mind. It’ll still bother him to some degree. He was pretty chill about it, despite the fact that this was more than just a crush. He fell in love with you the first few seconds of the video his friends showed him. You were so natural and kind and had a rather gross sense of humour in spite of your rather pristine appearance. And you were subscribed to him! He felt so lucky for an angel like you to like his shitty content. At least he felt he had a chance.

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Selfie Saturday: Glass Animals

Sandwiched in between Coachella Weekend 1 and 2, we had the chance to meet up with Dave Bayley and Joe Seaward of Glass Animals before their big LA show at The Fonda last week. The guys shared their unique recording process with the help of some furry friends, the real story of how their hit single “Gooey” earned over 21 million plays on Spotify, and fellow Oxford bands they look up to including fellow indie rock band Foals

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Fred Weasley Imagine - You Could Have Died! You Are So Thick Sometimes!

A/N: From now until the end of the year expect a lot of updates and please request some would includes and thank you to the people who have. Also, are my writings too long?


Prompt 78. “You could have died!” and Prompt 79. “Your are so thick sometimes!”

“Are you stupid?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows together, trying to comprehend if your boyfriend and his twin brother were serious right now. “You are going to get yourselves killed.” You exclaimed as the twin brothers just stared at you.

“You know Y/N,” Fred started.

“It’s not nice to call people stupid.” George finished, making you shake your head. The three of you were sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, it was one in the morning, but fortunately you didn’t have any classes the next day as it was Saturday. You were sitting in a lounge, while the twins sat on the floor. You, your boyfriend and his twin brother George, were talking about how it was your last year at Hogwarts and how so far, it was turning out to be horrible. You were enjoying the conversation up until the twins decided that they had to go out with a literal ‘bang.’ They had made a basic plan and they had the main idea of the stunt they were going to pull off. It included fireworks, them flying out on their broomsticks (which had been confiscated by Umbridge) and making a swamp, all things that would upset Umbridge. These were only ideas, though, the Weasley Twin’s plans always changed, just to make sure their acts would live up to their potential.

“I’m sorry, you know I’m open minded to all of your pranks, but if Umbridge catches you she will literally put you in Azkaban.” You claimed knowing it was a little bit of an exaggeration.

“Don’t you think that is a bit of an exaggeration, love?” You boyfriend asked standing up and squishing you to the side so he could sit beside you.

“Well, who knows what she is capable of.” You reminded, trying to make a point.

“But that’s the thing-” George started.

“We won’t get caught by her.” Fred finished with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You moved around slightly, to try to make yourself comfortable and said, “Guys, this is really risky and it is our last year, why don’t you want to stay until the end?” You inquired, desperate for them not to do this.

“It’s alright love, don’t worry about it,” Fred reassured, turning his head to whisper it into your ear. “We will be alright, you know we always are.” He reminded, kissing softly around your jaw. You slightly pulled away so you could whisper back into his ear.

“I know what you’re trying to do, love.” You mimicked him, emphasising the word ‘love’. “But I’m really tired, so I’m going to let you get away with it tonight, don’t think I’m going to let this go, though.” You started kissing his jawline knowing he especially loved that.

“Hey guys,” George said excitedly making you stop and both turn to him, “how about, you get a room.” He offered, making both you and Fred smirk.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you discuss your idiotic plan, I’m going to bed.” You announced standing up and stretching your arms. “Goodnight guys.” You said going to give Fred a goodnight kiss.

“Goodnight Y/N.” George replied.

“Goodnight, babe.” Fred said as you pulled away from the kiss.

You walked up to your dormitory and jumped on your bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about their plan. Umbridge was not someone to be messed with. You thoughts remained on the topic as you fell asleep.

The next morning you awoke, the stupid idea concerning your boyfriend and his twin still on your mind. It might seem as if you were overreacting, but a war was close. No matter how much you tried to deny it, it was coming and when it does, you wanted your boyfriend to be by your side, alive and safe. You woke up quite late and knew everyone would either be at breakfast or outside as it was an unusually sunny day.

You quickly got changed and walked down into the Common Room, you were walking quite quick considering you wanted to get to the Great Hall before all the food went away. As you walked into the Common Room, you come to an abrupt stop.

“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” You asked curiously, walking towards your boyfriend and his twin who were still sat in the same spot as last night.

“Nothing.” George said quickly grabbing the papers around the twins and putting them into a pile.

“What are you doing here?” Fred asked standing up and walking over to you to give you a good morning kiss.

“I’m going to breakfast.” You said slowly, knowing they were up to something. “Wait, please tell me you eventually went up to bed last night and didn’t stay here.”

“Of course we went to bed.” George replied.

“Yeah, we aren’t superhumans, love. We need sleep.” Fred left this arms around your shoulders and walked towards the door, dragging you along with him. Once you went through the door you sighed, “You were working on the plan weren’t you?” You inquired, coming to a halt and folding your arms across your chest.
“No, don’t be silly babe.” He said with a smile on his face, once again wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leading you to the Great Hall. “Now let’s go and get some breakfast, yeah?” He offered, making you roll your eyes.

“Sure.” You replied unamused. You loved Fred, you really did, but you knew he wasn’t telling the truth.

You walked to the Great Hall and ate breakfast, which was as always, delicious. Fred offered to spend the morning with you and without George, which you appreciated but had a feeling it had something to do with trying to pry you away from their plan. You sat outside a tree that was quite a distance away from the Black Lake. You spent the day with Fred leant up on the tree and you leant up on him. It was a beautiful day and you were grateful to have a beautiful person to spend it with.

You soon decided to get up and go get some lunch. You of course, sat with George at lunch. They could only spend certain amounts of time away from each other.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing, which is what you needed considering N.E.W.Ts had definitely taken its toll on all three of you.

The next morning you woke up considerably early and decided to go downstairs to the Common Room as there was no point in staying in your dorm. You were probably going to go get breakfast straight away so you could have some time to yourself. This plan vanished once you reached the Common Room and saw the twins, again in the same spot. You avoided shouting at them immediately as there were a few other students in the room this time. You walked over to them.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Acting innocent. You knew they were planning this idea that they have had. Similar to yesterday morning, George started stacking the sheets and Fred got up to greet you.

“You look beautiful today my dear. Tell me, have you done something different?” He asked as if he was really interested in the topic. You narrowed your eyes at him as he lead you out of the Common Room. He replied with a big grin that was quite contagious which made you sigh, but also give him a small grin back.

“I’ve done nothing, Fred. Tell me, what were you doing in the Common Room?” You challenged, mimicking him and smirking at him as you two made your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. He also smirked at you but completely dodged the question saying, “You know, the usual. Y/N, you smell really good today, what perfume are you wearing?” You rolled your eyes, was he serious? You weren’t that dumb.

“Fred, I know what you’re doing, stop it.” You said, you just wanted him to be truthful.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He replied as you sat down and started eating breakfast, as Fred suddenly changed the topic.

This string of events kept happening throughout the week. You would ask what they’re doing, George would pack away the papers and Fred would lead you somewhere else and try to change the subject.

You knew something was going to happen when Fred started spending a lot more time with you. You spent quite a lot of time with him generally, but usually, George was with you. Lately, he had been joined at your hip, only leaving you when you had to go to the bathroom, when you had a different class and when you went to your dormitory. But even then he tried to convince you to sneak into his dormitory. You weren’t going to try anything, though, especially with Umbridge around. This isn’t to say that you and Fred didn’t spend a lot of time together before this week, but you both had personal space and could hang out with other friends.

It was a Saturday afternoon and you were sitting in the Common Room, sharing a lounge for one that was placed in the corner.

“What’s happening?” You asked suddenly going quite serious.

“What do you mean?” Fred asked, acting confused.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with me lately and not that I don’t like it, it’s just-” But you were cut off by Fred kissing you. You relaxed and kissed back.

“Alright, I’ll be honest with you.” He sighed. “You know how George and I have been planning to leave Hogwarts early?” He asked to which you nodded. “Well, we are leaving tomorrow.” He mumbled, hoping you wouldn’t hear. You heart dropped. You assumed this was the reason he was spending more time with you, but you pushed that thought down, denying it. You just nodded, not really knowing what to say.

“Don’t worry, you only have a few more weeks and then we have each other forever, right?” He asked, a hint of fright in his voice.

“Of course.” You whispered. Like Fred said, it would only be a few weeks until you would be reunited, but it would be different considering you always have Fred by your side.

“And George and I are going to open our joke shop and there is a very small apartment above it and I was wondering if you would maybe want to move in with us? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though.” Fred explained making you smile.

“I would love to.” You said as you hugged him closer. You stayed like that for the rest of the night until you went to your dorms. You knew this would be the last time you would be in Fred’s arms for a while.

The next morning came and you honestly didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that it was going to be something the students and professors from Hogwarts would remember for a while. You and Fred said your goodbyes and you said goodbye to George before they did it. You didn’t want to raise any suspicion by being with them. You heard the first bang and you knew they had started and you weren’t surprised, you knew they had it in them all along. They ended their little scene and you knew you had to write Fred a letter. That night you sat in bed and wrote:

Dear Fred,

Are you insane? You could have died!

But, I was very impressed with your little plan that you have been hiding from me for the past few weeks, I knew you had it in you all along. I already miss you and it hasn’t even been a day. Although I am very sad you are gone, I am very happy that you are happy. Hope you are getting our little apartment ready, I can’t wait until the year ends. See you once school ends,

Y/N xoxo

The next morning you owled the letter. Your last few weeks at Hogwarts just didn’t feel right without Fred and your last day didn’t seem right either. You couldn’t wait until school ended so you could spend the rest of your time with Fred.

Soon the day came when you would meet Fred again as school had finally ended. As soon as you saw him, you walked quickly towards him and hugged him. You were meeting him in Diagon Alley in front of his new joke shop.

“You are so thick sometimes!” You exclaimed, happy to be in his arms again.

“Hello to you too, my love.” He said and you knew he was smirking.

“You could have died!” You exclaimed, ignoring his remark.

“But I didn’t.” He said pulling back from the hug. You shook your head and chuckled at his immature reply. You leant in and kissed him. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with this goofball.

Monologues & Lines For Auditions


HAMILTON: In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet. I wouldn’t know firsthand, as I’ve never been in the eye, just on the ever destructive outside. But they all say, you can Google it, that for just a moment, there’s silence and a yellow sky. The silence is suffocating, whether the hurricane is metaphorical or not. You know, when I was seventeen, a hurricane destroyed where I lived. And somehow, impossibly, I didn’t drown. I couldn’t quite seem to die, as odd as it sounds. I couldn’t stay any longer, so I wrote. A rather descriptive account of what happened in that horrid storm, a letter to my father, really. Eliza keeps it with her to read when she misses me. I remember all the horror and destruction I attempted to describe. It seemed as if a total dissolution of nature was taking place. The roaring of the sea and wind, fiery meteors hurtling in the air, the prodigious glare of lightning, the crash of the falling houses, and the ear-piercing shrieks of the distressed, were all sufficient to strike astonishment into Angels and fear into the hearts of the fearless. That’s almost a direct quote from the letter, for I can’t forget exactly how I got here. I just wrote all of it down, as much as I could bear, and when I looked up from papers and ink-stained fingers, the whole town had their eyes on me. They passed plates around, raising funds so I could leave. Their kindness is still astonishing to to this day– a group of total strangers who decided to help me because I wrote so eloquently. They raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was heading to New York. I wrote my way out of a hell I thought I would have to live in for the rest of my life. I wrote my way to revolution, to being Washington’s aide de camp. I was louder than the crack in that goddamned bell. I got out of everything by using those passionate words that spilled out onto the page as though I’d tipped a jar of ink. I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell for me, wrote her pages upon pages of how she was constantly appearing in my dreams. I wrote about the Constitution that Burr refused to help with, fifty one essays of good defense. And in the face of straight up ignorance, I went to Eliza, and said, we’re going to have a financial system. And the next morning, after a night of writing, I gave Washington the plan for the banks. And when my prayers to God were unanswered, I picked up another damn pen, and I wrote my own deliverance!

HAMILTON: Sir, I don’t know what you heard, but whatever it is, Jefferson started it.
HAMILTON: There’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait.
HAMILTON: You’re an orphan. Of course! I’m an orphan!
HAMILTON: Sometimes I get overexcited, shoot off at the mouth.
HAMILTON: Hey, best of wives and best of women.
HAMILTON: Would you like to join us, or you could go back to doing whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello?
HAMILTON: My dearest, Angelica. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day. Certainly you understand my reference to another Scottish tragedy aside from myself, so I don’t have to name it? Well, I must admit, they do think me Macbeth, because we share the flaw of ambition, and I’m apparently a pain in the ass for Jefferson, or should I said Macduff.
HAMILTON: Angelica, tell my wife John Adams doesn’t have a real job anyways.
HAMILTON: Well, hate the sin, love the sinner, right?
HAMILTON: If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.
HAMILTON: I am not throwing away my shot!
HAMILTON: If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for?


BURR: Love doesn’t pick its victims personally. It just consumes you whole, but we love anyways. And if there’s a reason I’m by her side while so many have tried and failed to make this work, I am willing to wait for it. I always wait for it. My grandfather was a fire and a brimstone preacher, but my thoughts don’t line up with his. There are so many things you can learn that all those hymns and homilies don’t teach you. My family…my mother was a genius, a composer of many manuscripts. My father commanded respect. He helped found Princeton University and was the first significant president of the college. When they died… they didn’t leave any instructions, or a how-to, or a guide to life. They just left a legacy behind that I need to protect. And just like love, death affects all. But we keep living, we rise, and we fall, and we make mistakes.(begins to get more agitated/upset) If there is any reason why I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died, then I am waiting for that reason. I can control that. I am the one thing in life I can actively control. I’m inimitable, an original… and no one gets that I am not behind in anything, I am never late. I’m running this race at the pace I want to go at. I’m not at any kind of standstill, I am lying in wait. But Hamilton… Alexander Hamilton.I know I always say ‘talk less’ and ‘smile more’, but I am beyond done with Hamilton.Here he is, facing this endless uphill climb, going so quickly like he has nothing to lose. And I don’t think he does. His pace is relentless. He doesn’t waste any time. Just like always, Alexander Hamilton is rushing past me with all these opportunities. It takes so much strength to tell myself to wait for it. My time will come soon. I can’t help but wonder… what is it like in his shoes?

BURR: And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him.
BURR: Talk less, smile more.
BURR: Hey, geniuses, lower your voices. Keep out of trouble and you’ll get even more opportunities.
BURR: I’m a trust fund, baby, you can trust me.
BURR: Now Lafayette, though we have our disagreements, you must admit we all do have one thing in common? We’re reliable with the ladies.
BURR: Here’s the pièce de résistance: no one else was in the room where it happened. No one else saw how the dirty deal was done. Think about it. You never really know how the game is played. You just assume that it happens, but you’re never in the room where it does.
BURR: Alexander Hamilton… what did they say to you to get you to sell New York City down the river? What, did Washington know about the deal? There was a presidential pressure to get it through?
BURR: The Schuyler sisters! You know, there is nothing like spending summers on the internet, but why aren’t you out in the city? Your clothing is impeccable, you clearly have money. So why slum it and make videos instead of coming out in the real world? Are you searching for the internet equivalent of a street rat to give you ideals?
BURR: How do you write like you’re running out of time? Are you running out of time?


KING GEORGE: Now, all you Americans say that the cost of my love is too high, and you aren’t willing to pay the price. But still, you lot cry into your tea when you watch me go by, you bunch of Anglophiles. By the way, it was totally rude when you chucked it into the ocean. Sure, you were upset, but that was uncalled for. But still, why so upset? Don’t you remember the arrangement we made when you went away? Now you’re making me mad! Please, remember despite our distance, I’m your guy. You’ll be back eventually. You’ll see soon enough that you still belong to me. You’ll remember how well I served you! We’ve stuck together throughout everything. And when push comes to shove, I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love for you! (hums a bit of the da da da’s from the song) You know it’s bullshit, right? You whine and cry about how our love is draining and you simply can’t go forwards! I promise you, you’ll be the one complaining when I am gone. But don’t you dare change the subject, cause you’re truly my favourite subject. You’re sweet, submissive… my favourite, loyal, little peasants, with me forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever… and you can’t deny that you’ll come crawling back to me, just like last time. I’ll fight the fight and win the war… for your love and praise, of course, what else? I’ll love you until I die! And when you’re gone, I’ll go mad. So pretty please with a cherry on top don’t just throw away this thing between us. And once again… when, not if, push comes to shove, I will slaughter your friends and family in cold blood to remind you of how much I love you! (begins to hum/lowkey sing the da, da, da’s from you’ll be back)Everyone’s with me now… or at least, you will be! (starts to hum again)


ELIZA: Hi, I, uh, don’t really know how to work this thing. Could I sound anymore cliche?. I mean, it is Angelica’s after all, and I really shouldn’t  be touching it. But it doesn’t matter, for now at least. She’s not here, she’s out somewhere with Thomas Jefferson trying to convince him to include women in the sequel, still have no clue what that means… and was I supposed to say that?  I don’t really think I should be recklessly announcing her plans, but she’ll probably have a new one next week so I guess no harm, no foul. Nothing against Ang, she’s my sister and I love her with every last piece of me, but sometimes, sometimes I feel like she’s always striving for something new, like nothing is ever enough and it never will be. While I, on the other hand, have finally found my enough. Well, I shouldn’t get too ahead of myself, it’s the person who I think can someday, somehow, somewhere could possibly be my enough. And that’s what, more like who, this video is about. Alexander Hamilton. Now, I know what you’re thinking, that he’s just some poor little orphan boy, trying to fight his way through the war just to make a name for himself. Well, though that isn’t entirely wrong, he’s also so much more. More than I could even explain. Just, well, the next time you have the chance to see him, look into his eyes, it’ll answer everything. They’re so deep, filled to the brim with endless dreams, you could drown in them, get lost in them, build an entirely new world in them. To him it seems that not even the sky’s the limit, because there isn’t anything he wouldn’t, or should I say, couldn’t do. And god, when I’m around him I can’t help but feel, well, helpless. But in a good way, well as good as helpless can get. My knees turn to jelly, acrobats take over my stomach and my heart races. I’ve only met him once and though Angelica doesn’t seem to believe in love at first sight and Peggy sticks to flirting even though she’s far too young to, I really think he could be the one. That night, it was like a page out of a fairy tale book. The Winter’s Ball, or what Angelica like to call it, a revel with a few too many rebels.

ELIZA: No. No more excuses, Alexander. For once in your life, can you just look around and put everyone and everything else out of your mind? Can you just realize how lucky we are? To be alive. To be in love. To be having a child, a son, our son. Shouldn’t that be enough?
ELIZA: Angelica, tell this man John Adams spends the summer with his family.
ELIZA: That was amazing, Angelica. I would say screw the revolution also, but, history is happening now. Just look at what you’re doing, look around at what’s happening in Manhattan! We’re so lucky to be alive right now, and I’m so glad I was alive to hear you tell him off.
ELIZA: Why do you write like you’re running out of time? Come back to bed, Alexander. That would be enough.
ELIZA: You and your words. You were always so obsessed with your legacy to the point where you weren’t making sense anymore. Paranoid in every paragraph on how the public percieved you, because that’s all you ever cared about.
ELIZA: Just for you to let me in. For real this time. We’re about to start a family and I need to know that you’re leaving more than just a chapter for me in the narrative we know they’ll write about you someday. I just want to finally have an idea of what’s really going on in your mind. That’d be enough for me.


ANGELICA: (notebook and pen in hand)
There has to be something here. (flips through, before pauses on a page), Well not this, (flips page pausing again) or that. Too cheesy, too dry, what was I even thinking? (continues to flip) Too funny, not funny enough, not funny at all, no, no and no (flips to a new page). Looks like I’m starting from scratch, again (begins to write). To the groom, to the bride. From, me, who has absolutely no clue on how to write a wedding toast. (tears out page crumpling it and throwing it) Wow. Angelica Schuyler has no clue how to do something, that’s a first. (looks up) And even better she’s recording this monumental moment, while talking in third person.It’s not that I can’t write. I write a lot and well, not like Alexander, but if I’m being serious, no one’s anywhere near Alexander’s level, much less pace when it come to words. I mean these drafts aren’t even that horrible, they’re just, not perfect. Which the toast needs to be and I will make sure of it, because this,  this needs to be the perfect toast for the perfect couple, who will have the perfect wedding and the perfect love story. One to go down in history. Because, if you haven’t heard, Alexander and Eliza are getting married a week, a week from well, now. Which leaves me with exactly 168 hours to put together that perfect wedding speech, because I, Angelica Schuyler, am the maid of honour. And Alexander, boy, he already left utterly large shoes to fill after proposing in the most  perfect way. How he manages to step up in every aspect of his life, I don’t understand, he’s even moved from one Schuyler sister to another, in a single night.. I know Eliza’s already accidently told the whole world about our night at the winter’s ball, but like we all know there are two sides to every story, and if she ever were to hear mine - she can’t, that’s all. And she won’t.

ANGELICA: I’m just saying, if you really loved me you would share him.
ANGELICA: In a letter I received from you two weeks ago, I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning. Did you intend this? God, one stroke and you’ve consumed all my waking hours.
ANGELICA: Three reasons. Number one: it would look super suspicious to Dad if all three of us were clustered in one room. Number two: aesthetic. Number three: I don’t want you in my room.
ANGELICA: Yes, but there are so many new ideas in the air! We can make this country greater than it’s ever been before. We can have equality for everyone! Just look around at what’s happening! Look around for these people that can change the world!


WASHINGTON: Alexander, there’s a genuine reason I haven’t given you a command yet. It’s not because I enjoy playing cat and mouse with you and constantly finding you writing endless rants about the people I chose instead. It’s not that you aren’t smart enough, not capable of doing so, or that I don’t believe in you. I put all of my faith in you when I first hired you,  Alexander, and I know that you know that, it’s just coming from fear. The only way to put it is that you remind me a lot of me when I was just younger. I wasn’t lying when I said I felt the same way as you did when you first came knocking on my door. My head was always filled with fantasies of dying like a martyr, like yours is. But I also wasn’t lying when I said dying is far easier than living. I thought you would figure that out with time, but it was rather foolish of me to believe that. The point of this, Alexander, is that I was only a bit younger than you when I was given my first command. May 24th, years ago, was when I lead my men straight into a massacre. We attacked a party of French soldiers. Killed ten. Though only now I realize how small that number is. They weren’t the only ones killed, some of my men died on the same soil they did, and it was all because of me. I was so blinded by the fact that I was finally being put into command, that in the meantime I made every mistake. I learned I had no control in who lives, who died, and who tells your story. With every mistake I made, the shame began to rise in me, the excitement replaced with fear and regret, because in that moment in time I realized history had it eyes on me. It was ready to trace every step, every decision, and every right and wrong that was ahead of me. It was ready to put my name down in the textbooks and have children dissect everything I did from that day on. That was when I realized that there was no turning back. I was far past the point of no return and had to either choose a position of power or forever be remembered as the one who wasted away. On that day I thought I was ready for battle, but I wasn’t. I had finally realised it was time for me to rise up and take the lead. I had to let my walls down and put the country and it’s people in front of me. I couldn’t make decisions for me but for them, because I had hundreds of people relying on me, a scared man with the blood of angry soldiers on his hands, who laid awake at night planning his days and regretting the past ones. That’s why I shielded you, Alexander, because I didn’t want you to become that man. I can’t protect you anymore, because then you’ll never be ready. The only way to truly learn is from experience. The troops are waiting in the field for you, Alexander, and if you choose to accept, from this day onward, history will have its eyes on you. It will be by your side everyday, analyzing your every move and mistake. But for now the pen is in your hand and you are writing your own history. For now you are writing your own story to be left on this very earth for as long as it lives. Remember, from here on in, the world is watching you and every single thing you do.

WASHINGTON: Frankly, it’s a little unnerving that you would let your ideals blind to you reality. Hamilton, if you could please start drafting a statement?WASHINGTON: I want to warn against partisan fighting… come on, pick up a pen, write it all down.
WASHINGTON: The people are asking me to lead. I’m doing the best I can to get everyone I need onboard, but I need to ask you— will you be my right hand man again? I know it’s a lot to ask to leave behind the world you’ve always known.


LAFAYETTE: The unrest in France will lead to onarchy. Onarchy? How you say? How’s ou say, anarchy!
LAFAYETTE: Et il dit qu'il est pas l'ami qui est comme une mère.
LAFAYETTE: What you’re missing is that the, in your terms, “shitty dude” was a minion of King George III, and he said that King George would come for you. LAFAYETTE: Femme la bouche, and watch it.
LAFAYETTE: As the kids say, let’s be real. No one bounces back as quickly or is such a practical and brilliant strategist as Hamilton, oui?
LAFAYETTE: Well, Alexander, don’t you think everyone deserves their five minutes of fame?
LAFAYETTE: I’m Lafayette, America’s favourite fighting frenchman, here with your favourite bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman… and a turtle lover.
LAFAYETTE: What happened to honesty being valued?
LAFAYETTE: Why is Burr here, again?
LAFAYETTE: You are the worst, Burr.


LAURENS: But we’ll never be truly free until those in bondage are equal to us! It’s do or die, just wait until I come over leading the first black battalion!
LAURENS: Look, when you’re living on your knees you rise up. It’s all you can do. So tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up, and tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up. When are these colonies gonna rise up?
LAURENS: I’m not your mom. If anything, Hercules is the mom friend.
LAURENS: Did you actually fall asleep at your computer though? Again?
LAURENS: Yeah. Last time, he had drafted a letter to me telling me he was going to buy me a turtle to proclaim his love, and when he fell asleep, his head hit the send button. And then, his friend Ned told me about the time he sent Congress twenty seven emails within an hour about the financial system of America, and the last one was a bunch of jumbled letters from when his head fell on the keyboard.
LAURENS: Raise a glass to freedom, cause they won’t ever take that away!
LAURENS: What can I say, man, I like turtles.
LAURENS: Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton College!
LAURENS: The revolution’s imminent, Burr, what do you stall for?


HERC: Tear this dude into pieces.
HERC: I am not the mom friend, I am the party friend. I just like making sure you guys are okay and that Alex here doesn’t mess up his neck.
HERC: Wait, again? He’s done this before? You’re going to give yourself arthritis!
HERC: Do you realize the amount of dirty jokes I could make right now?
HERC: Hercules Mulligan, baby. You knock me down, I get the fuck back up again.
HERC: You must admit he does have a point, I mean there are just so many to deflower.
HERC: Just shut up and listen to Laf.
HERC: Sarcasm, such a beautiful form a self defense.  
HERC: Ohhhh our boy’s in love!

Hamilton Fic: What Happened in Broadway

Author’s note: holaaa! I’m back with le next chapter of the fic! I’ve been writing like crazy so I hope this is good for you guys! enjoy :)


warnings: I have no fucking idea of how a theatre company works nor anything in between so I might’ve invented some stuff. also there might be some bad grammar and weird sentences. 

Words: 6,284


“Sí” — “Yes”

 “¡Eres maravillosa!” — “You are wonderful!”

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Chapter Two: The start of something bright

Nine hours later I was nearly jumping off the plane with excitment. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy: this had just been a very long and tiring flight for everyone, with some turbulences all along the way, it was twelve AM and everyone probably had to be up at 6:00 AM and here was I, just jumping around like a 5 year old girl because I had finally made it. Plus, I had slept throughout the whole trip.

 And then, it hit me. 

 Where the fuck was I sleeping tonight? The girl who seemed to be in charge of getting me an apartment said it would be ready by Thursday morning. Then, where was I sleeping tonight and the next night? She hadn’t told me. No one had. They’ve only said someone would be waiting for me when I arrived. No stress, (Y/N), no stress. Whoever comes to pick you up, they’ll know where they have to take you. 

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