you are turning this show into me and maria

Retitling Hamilton songs
  • Alexander Hamilton: ALOHA BITCHES
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: Talk less, smile more
  • My Shot: LISTEN UP HOES
  • The Story of Tonight: Drunk college frat boys
  • The Schuyler Sisters: I'm lookin for a mind at work (and Peggy)
  • Farmer Refuted: GET WRECKED SEABURY *aaron burr facepalms*
  • You'll Be Back: Breakup anthem of the 16th century
  • Right Hand Man: We're kinda fucked here guys
  • A Winter's Ball: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Helpless: Awwww
  • Satisfied: ANGELICA my QUEEN
  • The Story of Tonight reprise: There's hope for our ass after all
  • Wait For It: Take me now lord
  • Stay Alive: I'M A GENERAL, WHEEEEEEE
  • Ten Duel Commandments: Dueling for Dummies (also FORESHADOWINNNNGGGGG)
  • Meet Me Inside: I'm notcha son
  • That Would Be Enough: Awwwwwwww :'(
  • Guns and Ships: EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR AMERICA'S FAVORITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAAAAAAAAAN
  • History Has It's Eyes on You: I fucked up once
  • Yorktown - The World Turned Upside Down: herCULES MULLIGAN
  • What Comes Next?: Breakup anthem of the 16th century (reprise)
  • Dear Theodosia: LOOK AT MY SON
  • Non-Stop: TOTAL EARGASM
  • What'd I Miss: The whole first act pal
  • Cabinet Battle 1: TURN AROUND BEND OVER I'LL SHOW YOU WHERE MY SHOE FITS
  • Take a Break: God dammit Alexander you need to chill
  • Say No To This: YOU NEEEEED TO CHILL JFC (but Maria's high note at the end is 🙌)
  • The Room Where It Happens: BANJO
  • Schuyler Defeated: The Schuyler Sisters (Reprise)
  • Cabinet Battle 2: Daddy's calling
  • Washington On Your Side: SOUTHERN MOTHERFUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS
  • One Last Time: God dammit G Wash you noble son of a bitch
  • I Know Him: Jesus Christ this will be fun!
  • The Adams Administration: SIDDOWN JOHN YOU FAT MOTHER-
  • We Know: ...we know but we don't really know what but WE KNOW
  • Hurricane: hoe don't do it
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: OH MY GOD
  • Burn: Eliza my cinnamon roll doesn't deserve any of this
  • Blow Us All Away: PHILIP YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO DIE
  • Stay Alive - Reprise: FUCK I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE
  • It's Quiet Uptown: GROSS SOBBING
  • The Election of 1800: You done crying? BACK TO POLITICS
  • Your Obedient Servant: Passive aggression game strong
  • Best of Wives and Best of Women: Awwwwwwwwww D':
  • The World Was Wide Enough: GROSS SOBBING
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Eliza my queen cinnamon roll
The Only Exception (Part 9)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,249

Warnings: language, confrontation, threats, therapy session, talks of trauma, dangerous situation, talk of messed up people. Author note under cut.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

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700 Celebration (3/100)

Request: Anonymous: “ Prompts 8 and 9 with Peter Parker?”

8. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

9. “Stop staring.”

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It was the first hour of your first day of work at Stark tower, and you were already regretting wearing these shoes. Yes, they were beautiful, and yes, they made you feel powerful, but if Agent Hill didn’t end the tour soon there would be no salvaging your poor toes. It didn’t help that you were already accumulating a literal pile of work as you walked. Each agent that Maria introduced you to gave a friendly smile before expressing their relief over the presence of a new intern and dropping a few files into your arms with preemptive declarations of gratitude for your hard work.

“And if you’ll follow me this way, I’ll show you where –”

“Not so fast there, Maria. Come meet the kid!”

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I wanted to sneak some Aunt Peggy into this AU. :)


“Sir, Ms. Carter is here,” Jarvis said, stepping into his office. “Would you like me to escort her here or would you like to g–”

“Too late!” Peggy said, pushing past him. “I’m already here. Howard, you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Howard stood, waving at Jarvis when he sighed in that way that said ‘I’d roll my eyes if I could but that would be unprofessional.’ “Thanks for trying, Jarvis.”

Jarvis dipped his head. “Shall I bring tea?”

“Don’t bother,” Peggy cut in before Howard could say anything. “Tony will be home soon and I don’t want tea on my blouse.”

Jarvis sighed again, this time fondly, and said, “Very well.”

Howard waited for him to leave before asking, “What’s that?”

Peggy turned to purse her lips at him. “It’s a garment bag, Howard. I’m sure you’ve seen one before.”

“Of course I’ve seen one,” Howard scoffed. “Just never yours. And it’s quite small, isn’t it?” He leered. “Are you here to put on a show for me, Peggy? I’m alright with it, but I’ll need to ask my wife–”

“Howard!” Peggy laughed, so surprised that she didn’t have a chance to pretend she was mad. “Maria would kill us both!”

“Not if I invited her to watch as well,” Howard said confidently, putting his hands on his hips.

“Invited me to watch what?” Maria asked poking her head into the office. She watched the two humans sputter and blush and raised an eyebrow. “…Hmm.”

Howard flailed a little. “It’s nothing, Maria!”

“…If you say so,” she said after a moment. “Howard, did you forget Tony got out of school early because of construction in their science wing? He’s going to–” She yelped as Howard rushed past her, knocking her into the door jamb painfully. “Ow, Howard! Damn!” Maria called after him, offended, and rubbed her side. “…Ow.”

“Are you alright, Maria?” Peggy asked in concern. “Howard’s scatterbrained but I’ve never seen him like… that.

“Ohh,” Maria mumbled rubbing her side again. “Ever since Tony started school, Howard’s always waited on the landing for him to get home. He tries to act casual but Tony knows he’s waiting for him. It’s almost as if he thinks Tony’s so oblivious that he’d never notice his father always happening to be at the same place every time he comes home.”

Peggy let out a little noise of amusement. “Oh my God. It seems like every time I come over here, I learn a new way he’s smitten with that boy.”

“Well, it seems like every day he sees him, he finds a new way to be smitten,” Maria admitted fondly. She tilted her head. “What’s in your garment bag, Peggy? It’s very small.” She leered. “Oh, were you planning on putting on a show?”

“I hate both of you and I’m going to kidnap Tony and raise him on my own,” Peggy informed her, but she was smiling. “You’re both awful. I can’t believe Tony continues to be the exuberant ball of innocence he is with you as his parents.”

Maria laughed. “Well, Howard is quite a prude around Tony. I’m lucky if a peck on the lips lasts more than two seconds if Tony’s in the room.”

“I adore Howard,” Peggy said, giggling behind her hand. “What a man of mystery. A ladies’ man until he met you, a devoted husband, and now a prudish father. And he somehow manages to be all three at the same time some days.”

“He is absolutely precious,” Maria agreed.

They turned as they heard laughing just in time to see Howard hobble back into the office, Tony standing on his feet and giggling as he was carried around. He brightened when he saw Peggy and let go of Howard’s hands to rush over to her. “Aunt Peggy!”

“Hello, darling,” Peggy replied, kneeling so he could throw himself into her arms. “I hear you’ve started designing a robot.”

“Yeah!” Tony answered immediately, leaning back so he could grin at her. “Dad’s even letting me do everything myself! Or, well, um–” He turned and looked at Howard before turning to look at Peggy again. “I have to let him help me with the heavy stuff, and I need his supervision for welding and stuff. But the rest of it I get to do myself!”

“My, that’s so exciting, Tony!” Peggy said, smiling at him. “I hope everything goes well. But then, you and your father are so clever, I’m sure it will.”

Tony beamed at her. “Thanks, Aunt Peggy!” He noticed the garment bag still in her hand and tilted his head. “Whats in the bag, Aunt Peggy? It looks too small for you.” He gasped. “Aunt Peggy, is it for me?!”

Peggy paused to give both Howard and Maria long, disappointed looks before she looked back down at Tony with a smile. “It is!”

“You got me a present and it isn’t even my birthday!” Tony cheered. He reached for the garment bag, then seemed to remember his manners and clasped his hands behind his back shyly.

Peggy stood and unzipped the garment bag. “I remembered you told me that your friend Janet is doing a little project of designing dresses from each decade.”

“Yeah,” Tony answered hopefully, eyes glued on the garment bag.

Peggy pushed the garment bag open to show a long dark skirt and cream-colored jacket with a cinched waist. “Well, I just found this gorgeous skirt and jacket the other day, just like the ones I used to wear in the forties! Maybe you’d like to wear it the next time you go over to Janet’s house? You can tell her this was high fashion in the forties, especially the cinched waist.”

“Aunt Peggy I love it,” Tony breathed, reaching out to grasp the sleeve of the jacket.

“And,” Peggy added proudly. “Hat brims were much wider back then. This hat might be a bit big for you, but–”

Tony nearly vibrated as she took off her hat and set it on his head. “Really?!

Peggy watched the hat tip forward, just a tad too large, and reached out to fix it. “Of course, dear. You might have to grow into it.”

“Nonsense,” Maria scoffed, coming to kneel beside him, and carefully fixed the hat on his head. “If we can’t make it work with bobby pins, I have several hat pins. How would you like to wear one of your mother’s pretty hat pins, Tony?”

“You can’t,” Howard blurted out before he could say anything.

Peggy and Maria swiveled to glare at him.

He valiantly did not shrink. “Honey, your hat pins are illegal. They’re too long.”

“What–why?!” Maria exclaimed, sputtering.

“The suffragettes used them as weapons so there were laws made.”

“…Well!” Peggy said, smiling. “Your suffragettes were my kind of women!”

“Howard you’ve let me wear my hat pins to the races!” Maria sputtered again.

Howard blinked at her. “Maria, I have no intention of telling my wife, who can turn into a werewolf, what she can and cannot wear to the races. I will however put my foot down for Tony. He doesn’t have your ability to make people wish they were dead yet.”

Maria stared at him stonily.

Howard nodded. “Yes, like that.”

Tony giggled and pushed the brim of the hat up. “My hair’s not long enough for hat pins anyway,” he said, even though he stared longingly at the jewelry box where Maria kept her hat pins.

“Aw,” Peggy and Maria cooed.

“We’ll just have to figure something out,” Maria continued, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “Peggy, this was so kind. Thank you.”

Peggy sighed. “Well, it’s good practice for when my nieces and nephews finally start having children. I missed this part of their lives because of the war.”

“You can spoil me whenever you want, Aunt Peggy!” Tony offered helpfully.

Peggy snorted, smiling, and gave his cheek the smallest of pinches because only Tony could offer to let someone spoil him and actually mean for it to make the other person feel better. “I will, dear.”

Jarvis knocked on the doorway. “I’ve made coffee.”

“Oh, delightful!” Peggy said, smiling.

Tony turned, hand raised.

“Yes, and a cup of chocolate milk for you, sir, with apples and peanut butter for your afternoon snack.”

“Yay!” Tony cheered, running for the door.

Howard snagged the hat off of his head on the way by. “Let’s leave this with the skirt and jacket, Tony. It would be just our luck if it fell off your head and into your peanut butter.”

“Aw,” Tony complained, but agreed easily enough, instead grabbing and tugging on Howard’s hand. “C’mon, Dad, I wanna tell you about what happened in school today!”

“Of course, honey,” Howard answered immediately, letting himself be dragged down the hall.

Jarvis sighed that fond eye-rolling sigh and followed them.

“Oh dear,” Peggy murmured. “He didn’t call Howard ‘daddy’ once the entire time I’ve been here.”

“Don’t bring it up,” Maria ordered immediately as they began to follow the men out. “I had to calm that tempest twice already.”

Peggy snorted. “Dear God, I won’t.”

Finding Her

Part 1/5

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Pairing: marliza (maria x eliza)

Premise: modern soulmate au – Eliza and Maria desperately seek their soulmate in a world where their first words to you are written on your arm from birth.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1337

a/n: I’m really excited for this fic!! The next part will hopefully be up tomorrow, but may be up the next day… anyway, I hope you enjoy <3


Maria fiddled with her sleeve, yanking it as far over her wrist as possible. She hated showing her soulmate tattoo at work. On several occasions, guys with no tattoos had read hers aloud, trying to trick her into thinking they were soulmates.

She had always had this kind of problem. She was exceedingly beautiful, with a gorgeous curvy figure, beautiful soft curls of hair, and large, deep eyes. Guys were always taking advantage of her; mostly guys with no soulmate tattoos, but, sadly, several with them.

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Hey

First of all love your blog. Your posts really brighten my day ☺️ If it’s not too much trouble Could you write protective lams?
I’d be down to do a trade for a Hamilton ship (same rules as you posted) or naw whatever works - @lilachason

Glad you enjoy my blog! I’m hoping to become a better writer so! <3! Also - fair warning - a few of my head cannons will be in this!

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Alex really enjoyed fall Saturday’s. The evenings to be more precise. The cool, crisp air, leaves turning all different hues of gold and fluttering around him, He enjoyed being able to steal some of John’s sweaters before he was awake, he loved beanies and apple cider. What he didn’t enjoy though, was when people trickled from the uni to go home. Those that were left were him and a few of his friends.

And some of the campus creeps. By creep he means those kid of guys that cat call anything that moves or breathes, but according to campus rules “Without illegal cause there is no reason to have them expelled.” Right, not because the dean was fucking their moms. 

This particular evening, clouds hung in the air, the smell of rain wafting across the college quickly, wind picking up a bit. Alex, hands in his pockets, snuggled his head further into the sweater of John’s, enjoying the scent. He and John were meeting Laf and Herc for dinner at a local cafe, John and Alex having later classes so they were meeting up soon.

Well, Alex was trying to.

People had passed, some saying hi or just waving and smiling, others ignoring him which he was okay with. He felt his blood run cold when he heard a wolf whistle, hair standing on end. Even if it wasn’t at him, he hated when people got cat called.

“Hey Hamilton! Fancy seeing you out here baby!” He huffed - of course Jacob Eaker and his stupid friends were out at this time.

Ignoring the idiot jocks - he had nothing against jocks, Herc was on the football team, and Alex tutored a few in Spanish, some were quite nice and sweet - these ones, however, weren’t. 

“Don’t ignore me baby girl!” His stomach rolled at the way the pet name left his lips, eyes automatically springing a few tears and he snuffed, pushing them back.

Head still down he stopped short, seeing Jacob’s shoes in front of him and he grunted. “Move, Eaker.”

A finger, curled at the bottom of his chin, forced him to look up, Alex’s mocha eyes meeting those cold, cruel ones. A smirk plastered on Eaker’s face, making Alex want to spit on him. “No need to be like that Rachel.” 

He cringed, face screwing up, stepping back, only to bump into one of the others. “Leave me alone Jacob.”

“You know,” He grabbed a lock of Alex’s hair, fallen from the beanie and twirled it around his finger, “You were so pretty when you first arrived. Long hair, eyes so wide and innocent, excited to even just be in the country I bet.” His goons laughed, “I wanted to strut over there, we’d have talked and you would have known what you wanted. Then you cut off your hair, flattened your chest more than it was, and started calling yourself Alexander Hamilton.” Jacob scoffed.

“I am Alexander Hamilton. And if you don’t mind I have to meet my boyfriend and our friends for dinner so once again, Eaker, move.” Jacob tutted, and he felt arms - CJ he thinks - wrap around his biceps, pulling them back.

His breath stuttered in his chest. “Let go of me.”

“But c’mon baby,” Jacob’s face was inching near his, and try as he might to turn his head, his face was gripped in Eaker’s hands, and he felt the nails digging in, drawing blood up to the surface. His voice dropped, “We could have so much fun tonight…let me show you what you’re missing by pretending to be someone you’re not…”

Alex bit his tongue, holding down a whimper as Jacob pecked right beside his lips, flinching, tears forming as he fought as much as he could. Being only 5′6 was not fun.

“Get the fuck off of him!”

Alex peeked his eyes open, Jacob turning as a few of his friends scattered, John standing at least five feet in front of them, Laf, Herc, Eliza and Maria behind him.

“Ah Johnathan! So good to see you - your girlfriend and I were just having a little chat, weren’t we?”

His face turned back, smirk on, and Alex took the opportunity, and spat all he could on his face. A wad landed right on his nose, dripping quickly down onto his lips. 

“You little shit!” A hard hit, decking him in the cheek and he went down, landing sideways, eyes blurring as he saw John leap forward, grabbing Eaker around the neck. Herc rushed forward - either to help or limit, not sure.

Eliza, Maria and Laf rushed to Alex, Eliza propping his head on her lap, brushing his hair away from the side of his cheek. “Alex, Alex hey hey! You okay?”

“Liza…hey…”

She let out a breathy laugh, and turned and watched as Eaker and the two goons left ran for it, Jacob’s nose bloody and eyes bruised.

John dropped heavily by Alex, running his hands softly over Alex’s face, kissing every inch of his skin. “Hey, hey baby boy, hey.”

Alex giggled, though it sounded groggy, “Hey Johnny…”

“God I hate that prick, he didn’t do anything worse did he?”

Alex shook his head. “Just, corned me. Kept saying he wish he’d gotten to me freshman year before I had met you.

John tried to lighten the situation. “Everyone wants you, I tell you, you’re too beautiful.”

“But he didn’t want…me.” John understood, pulling Alex to his chest, kissing the top of his head.

“Ignore that bastard baby.  His head’s so far up his ass the only thing bound to come out is shit. I’m surprised he’s still able to breath at this point.”

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Alex groaned, feeling John’s arm weigh heavily across his shoulders, his face being buried into Alex’s neck. “John, stop, we’re in class.”

“Hmmm, I know.” He peppered kisses slowly, and Alex, feeling the soft brush, had to hold in his giggly sighed, and John, knowing this, only tried harder. “Jefferson won’t stop looking at you though…”

“He’s looking because you’re being a distraction and he’s bitter his own boyfriend doesn’t love him this much.”

John sat up, and Alex turned to him, and he leaned forward, planting a kiss on Alex’s nose, smiling at the cross eyed, dopy grin he got.

He turned back to his notes quickly, and John sighed, over dramatically, leaning back onto his shoulders and burying his face back.

Alex huffed. “You’re not going to back off are you?”

John smiled. “Course not baby boy.”

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Recently a person I follow here on Tumblr reminded me of an old OC tournament  I was in ages ago and it bought me back to the character that I used. Maria Hazelton. My baby went through a lot, and what started as a re-draw turned into a series of photos to show exactly how she transformed into the person she ended up becoming.

If you want to know her story, I included it in the read more :)

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YouTuber AU

“Oh, hi, sorry.” Eliza blushed. “I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

    “People rarely do.” The pretty girl said dryly, shifting her phone. “I decided to do a live show while taking a walk, and people have been bumping into me all day, most of them have been middle aged white males.”

    “Oh.” Eliza stood there, feeling awkward. “Yeah, that’s great, but I have to go. What’s your name?”

    “Maria.” She said, waving. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”

    Eliza walked off quickly, turning on her phone. “Peggy.” She demanded, calling her sister. “Who is Maria.”

    “I’m sorry, wha?” Alex’s frown was almost audible. “I told you I was doing something with John. You cannot just call me when I tell you not to. And then you call me Peggy?”

    “Do you really think I meant to call you, Alex?”

    “Everyone, always means to call me. It’s a simple matter of being an intelligent creature.”

    Eliza could faintly hear John berating Alex.

    “Shh, John.” Alex said, away from the phone. “I’m talking to ‘Liza.”

   “Bye, Alex.” Eliza said, smiling. “Use protection.”

   “What the fuck, Eliz-”

   She hung up, and called Peggy.

   “Peggy, who’s Maria?”

   “Maria, the youtuber?” Peggy sounded interested. “Like, the one that’s superfamous and whose live show you just appeared in? The one that half the internet thinks you’re dating now?”

    “Um, yeah, that one?”

   “She’s a superfamous youtuber who everyone thinks you’re dating.”

   “Cool.”

   “Do you have her phone number?”

   “No.”

   “YOU DIDN’T GET HER PHONE NUMBER??”

   “Peg, I bumped into her. We talked for like, three seconds.”

   “Get her phone number.”

   “How?”

   “Here’s her Instagram. Message her or something.”

Hi, this is the girl that bumped into you earlier.

Oh, hi.

So, who are you?

I’m Maria.

You’re the youtuber, right?

Yes.

Cool. I’m nobody.

really…

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“You have a date?” Alex was unnecessarily surprised.

   “Yes.”

   “Good for you! When?”

   “In a few hours.”

    “Have fun, and don’t break any laws. Jail is not fun.”

    “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever asked what you and John did on your first date.”

     “And I don’t think you want to.”

     “Nope, not really.”

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Mar. 12, 2017 | 11:19 PM PDT

March Study Challenge
Day 12: Favorite Quote

Happiness can be found in times of darkness, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” - Albus Dumbledore

As some of my followers already know, I have been dealing with depression (and anxiety) since being kicked out of school, and I have posted about my mental health frequently.  This quote has become a bit cliché for Potterheads, when it comes to favorite quotes, but it means a lot to me, and others who are currently dealing with their own dementors and those who have overcome theirs.

Note: Thank you, Maria (@vestiblr), for showing that bullet journals can be minimalist and still look great, even without intricate drawings and cute washi tape.  I’ve been stressing over my lack of art supplies and can’t afford to buy much, and as a result, stopped journaling for a month or so.  If I hadn’t stumble upon your blog a couple days ago, I wouldn’t know what to do with my bullet journal.

Red

Pairing: Maria/Eliza

Modern middle school AU (they’re in eighth grade)

Word count: 1372

Warnings: none (Eliza is a cinnamon roll who doesn’t swear)

sequel: Blue

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She stood out because she was wearing red.

Most people, for the first day of school, had gone for neutral shades–grays, blacks. A few, Eliza included, had chosen soft pastels. Eliza was wearing jeans and a floaty blue shirt.

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Their Children

AKA: 5 Times Phil Coulson was Their Dad and 1 Time Melinda was Their Mom

Funny story: This entire fic actually stemmed off of a tweet Clark posted a few weeks ago. Someone had compared a photo of him to a photo of a $10 bill and he responded “What’s your name son?” in classic dad trying to be cool fashion. Thus this fic was born. I hope you guys enjoy cause I had a lot of fun writing this!

What’s Your Name, Son?

“Oh my God.” Phil can hear Daisy snickering from the common room, Elena is seated next to her. The speedster is leaning on her shoulder looking at something she had pulled up on her phone now giggling into her leader’s jacket. He takes a moment reminiscing in the sound of their bubbling laughter. It’s infectious really. Laughter was such a rare thing on base and to hear it so uninhibited made his heart swell a bit. Especially from Daisy, whose wide smiles were replaced with half sarcastic smirks. He spies May sipping a beer across from them. Elena seizes the laptop turning it towards May and he swears for half a second it looked like she was about to choke on her beer.

“Anybody wish to let me in on the joke?” He asks stepping into the room. As if almost automatic Melinda holds up the beer that had been settled by her side. She had grabbed it for him. He accepts the beer standing behind her.

“Hablando del diablo.” Elena laughs.

“You know I speak Spanish right?” Phil asks.

“Yes but it’s fun to watch Daisy try to figure out what I’m saying.” Elena jokes shoving Daisy with her elbow.

“I know what diablo means!” Daisy scoffs in protest.

“Only because you wanted your Twitter bio to be ‘Donald es el diablo naranja.’” This time it’s his turn to choke on his beer.

“Coulson thinks it’s funny!”

“I never said it wasn’t funny.” Elena teases.

“Well what were you two joking about?” He asks again.

“Oh!” Daisy turns her laptop showing it to him. On the laptop was a photo of him next to a photo of a ten dollar bill. “Maria sent me those two photos and I have to say the likeness is uncanny.” Daisy snickers.

Phil let’s out a small laugh. He has to say there is a certain resemblance. He can’t help himself, he has to make the joke. “What’ your name, son?” He says in a sing-song tone.

“What?” Daisy’s smile fades from her face as she stares at him.

“You know, the musical Hamilton. All about-”

“I know what Hamilton is Coulson.” Daisy interrupts. “The lyrics are ‘What’s your name, man’ not ‘What’s your name son’”

“No, I’m pretty sure I’m right.” He denies. His gratification in himself only lasts a few seconds before Elena has already pulled up the song playing the section of it. He let’s out a laugh shrugging slightly. “Oops.”

Melinda gets up suddenly leaving the room. He watches her go trying not to be sad at the change. Suddenly Daisy’s laptop makes a noise.

“Huh that’s weird.”

“Who is it from?” Elena asks.

“Says it’s anonymous.” Daisy’s back straightens ready to hack if necessary. Suddenly her face crumples as boisterous laughter escapes her throat. Elena looks over next joining in on the noise. He can’t help his curiosity walking to the back of the couch.

The photo was kind of blurry but it was obviously of his, his glasses perched on his nose. His pants were rolled up to his knees, wearing some graphic tee with bright red shoes. Sure enough it was a photo Melinda had snapped of him on a skateboard.

“May!” He shouts running after her.

The Bearer of Bad Jokes

‘Hey DC I was thinking-”

“I thought I smelled something burning.” Daisy freezes, a glare that scarily similar to May’s shadowing over her face. That’s when Phil had begun.

For months Phil began to terrorize the base with what Daisy referred to as “dad jokes”. He’d take the opportunity to snarkily reply whenever he got the chance. It had become his personal mission to get everyone on the base at least once.

“Fitz,” He calls over the scientist one day with a grim look on his face. They were surveying a cemetery for signs of an inhuman that frequented there visiting her family. “Do you know why I’m not allowed to be buried here?”

Alarm flashes over Fitz’s face. First concern, then mild curiosity, then slight fear. “No sir, why’s that?”

“Because I’m not dead yet.” Yet another one down. He’d fallen for it flawlessly.

Elena is next, cornered in a church after a mission. “Do you know how they make the holy water?” Phil asks suddenly.

“Sir it’s water.”

“They boil the hell out of it.” It was definitely worth getting shot with an ICER by Melinda for that one.

Mack was simply fixing up Melinda’s motorcycle one day when Phil advanced. “I had a dream that I was a muffler last night, you know.”

“Sir?” Mack looked startled and a little freaked out by the odd statement from the normally serious man.

“I woke up exhausted.”

The next came Jemma who sat back after eating a meal that he’d specially prepared for the team as a birthday celebration for Daisy. She sits back suddenly a hand on her stomach.

“I’m full.” She announces with a laugh. Everyone seems to freeze at once recognizing the sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

“No you’re Jemma. I’m full.” Everyone proceeded to groan and leave the room, the remaining two only being him and Melinda. His soft laughter is the only thing filling the silence. “Come on that was a good one.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

His Girls

Yet another undercover mission, Phil sighs to himself as he settles onto the park bench. It was an easy one today, just a stake out. Observe a suspected Inhuman and make deductions of whether or not they could be a potential danger to themselves and others. Even if they figured they were a danger, extraction wasn’t their mission today. Today they were to relax and would it really hurt anybody if they caught a ride or two?

Melinda sits across from him with her sunglasses covering her eyes from him. He knows she’s staring at the family just over his shoulder. The mother turned out to be an Inhuman after being caught on security tape with a random burst of powers. She hadn’t hurt anyone or caused chaos. Just a mere startling. It’s not clear if she’s even aware that she’s exhibited signs of her powers.

He takes a moment to observe Melinda. She’s wearing a flowery dress that barely brushes past her knees. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail and her makeup is light. She’s absolutely breathtaking.

Suddenly she tenses, it’s all in her frame. That’s the look she gets when she’s ready to fight. Phil spares a glance over his shoulder, the woman is leaning over a baby carrier cooing at the small human inside. Not even a sign of the sparks echoing from her fingers. He turns back to Melinda who continues to stare straight past him. His eyes fall on Daisy and Jemma this time. The two girls stand in line waiting for ice cream. They were all posing as a family on vacation, both girls were wearing blue jean shorts and loose fitting tanks. He could tell by their composure both girls were incredibly uncomfortable.

Finally he finds the victims of May’s death glare. There are two guys, one has arm wrapped around Jemma. God bless her, she’s smiling politely and doing her best to maintain cover. He can see the twitch of Daisy’s fingers. If they don’t leave soon Daisy will make them. Phil reaches over placing a hand on Melinda’s as a sign of “I’ll be right back.”

“… You can ditch them. It wouldn’t hurt anything. It looks like you could use someone who can show you a good time.” The taller one is leaning into Daisy now. He’s invading her space. “I think I could show you a good time, what do you say sweetheart?”

Phil clears his throat catching the attention of the four. Jemma’s eyes reveal her entirely. She’s unsure of what to do or say. “Dad?” She chokes out.

“This is the old man?” The one with his arm around Jemma scoffs. “Get out of here pops.” Phil offers his best fake grin. He reared back punching the man in the nose. He immediately releases Jemma and she scrambles over to Melinda. Daisy stomps on the other’s foot twisting his arm as soon as Jemma is out of reach.

“You’re lucky it was me and not my wife.” Phil growls at the boy. He’s holding his nose as it bleeds profusely. “If you come near my girls again I will be sure to let her handle you next time.” He nods to Daisy and she pushes his friend to the ground.

“Thanks Dad.” Daisy smiles nudging him playfully on the arm. His heart swells a bit in his chest. He knows it’s for their cover but it’s something she’s said low enough that only he can hear. He leans in placing a soft kiss on the side of her head.

“Anything for my girls.” He’s pretty sure he could get used to the sound of that.

His girls.

Friendly Competition

Phil purses his lips watching the two of them talking rather animatedly from just outside. Mace had been bonding with the agents much more since the whole LMD thing blew over. It seemed his new favorite buddy was Fitz. He nearly jumps when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

Stop being so jealous. You’re practically transparent.

Phil looked around but he was the only one in sight anywhere. Very funny Mel. Where are you?

He waits a beat before the phone buzzes again. Madrid. Got a lead on where Vijay could have disappeared to. Since the LMD thing we set monitors in the zephyr. Your face is as red as the bricks.

He feels his face flush even darker now. Of course Melinda can see right through him even when she’s hours away.

Go in there. Against his instinct he steps into the common room. He can almost feel May’s told-you-so smirk from here. God he really is transparent.

“Agent Coulson, good to see you.” He’s not sure why but Mace’s smarmy grin still burns a fire in his stomach. “I was just discussing with Agent Fitz some improvements that can be made to his lab.”

“Jemma and I’s lab actually… sir.” Fitz corrects offering a kind smile.

“Yes of course.”

“On the bus Fitzsimmons had their own private lab. They work most efficiently when together.” Coulson suggested. Out of the corner of his eye he swears he can see Fitz light up at the idea. “Keeping the separate isn’t beneficial to the team.”

“I think you of all people will understand, Phil, that there are plenty of good agents that work well within SHIELD. It simply isn’t efficient to have a small team of expert agents. We need to spread our assets as much as possible and equalize our training.”

“Yes but Fitzsimmons are an exception. They work exceptionally well alone but their difference together is incredible. If one can’t solve a problem they will find a way to talk the other through it.”

“Yes well-”

“Hello Fitz.” Phil hears Jemma greet.

“They’re doing it again.” He hears the young scientist mutter under his breath.

“Oh dear, another dad battle?”

“Another dad battle.”

“I will look into your suggestion Coulson. We’ll have a test trial and see if your statement holds true. If so, I will work on making a private sector for agents Fitz and Simmons personally.” Mace stands with an amicable smile, “Now if you excuse me.”

Phil watches him go with a sort of pride in his chest. He feels his phone buzz yet again.

Round: Phil. Victory dinner when we get back?

He smiles to himself shooting back a quick text. You bring the whiskey, I’ll order Thai?

Sounds like a deal to me.

Something Borrowed

Phil entered the office only to find Jemma and Fitz waiting for him. The sight was a tad unnerving.

“Why do I feel like I’ve been called to the principal’s office?” He jokes.

“Sir, as you know Fitz proposed about a month ago…” Jemma drones off.

“Yes and congratulations.” He smiles.

“Well originally we had planned on eloping to Ireland so that we can get the family together. I mean of course we still are but it’s a little inconvenient for an entire team of spies to all travel to Ireland for a wedding, and that places our family in harm and-”

“What Fitz is trying to say is we’re going to hold two weddings. One for our family in Ireland. One for our family here.” Jemma squeezes her fiancee’s hand as a sign of support.

“Yes. That’s right.”

“And you called me here because?” Coulson asks. “I’m not really one for wedding planning. Though I do make a mean cake.”

“Well, I proposed this to Fitz the other day. I was wondering for our wedding here… Would you walk me down the aisle?” Jemma asks biting her lower lip.

For a few seconds he swears his heart stops again. He would know after all, he’s experienced it before. He’d always wanted kids but never got the opportunity to have them. There were moments when he regretted not being able to teach his boy how to play baseball, teach his little girl how to dance, walk his daughter down the aisle… Now that he’s here it sort of dawns on him that he’s had this all along. Sure he missed out on their childhood but he’s just as much their father as the legal one.

“Well?” Fitz asks hopefully.

“I’d be honored to walk you down the aisle.” Jemma cheers throwing her arms around his neck. In the small sentimental moment, he swears he can hear her small voice against his shoulder.

“I love you Dad.”

A Mother’s Love

Elena was about a fraction away from pacing footsteps into the cement, that much Melinda could tell. Her hands were wringing together at super speed while she stayed pacing just slow enough for Melinda to be able to clearly tell the young woman’s outline. Something was obviously bothering her but she had no idea why she was here. The woman had obviously been waiting for her. It was 5 in the morning, just in time for her Tai Chi and Daisy was out of the country fetching a new inhuman.

“Elena?” The girl stops suddenly almost startled. The bags under her eyes are significant and Melinda almost wonders how long she’d been pacing in here. “What’s wrong?”

She hesitates and for a second Melinda is positive she’s about to run away. She opens her mouth and let’s out a small whisper, “I’m pregnant.”

Melinda freezes for contemplating how to move forwards with this new information. She places her water a towel on the bench and moves back towards her. “How far along are you?”

“About six weeks.” Elena breathes.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Just you and Simmons. She wants to do an ultrasound tomorrow to check on the baby.” Elena frowns.

“And Mack?” The look on her face is enough to give away her true motives behind this visit. “So that’s why you’re here.”

“He told me about what happened to Hope.” Her eyes fall to the ground. “I know you and Coulson know.”

“Records.” Melinda nods, “We’re required to know.”

“I don’t know how to tell him. He already lost one child and now-” Elena sucks in a breath her hands falling on her stomach protectively.

“You’re worried he’ll not want this child.”

“No.” Elena almost looks offended. “Just… What if something horrible happens?”

Melinda purses her lips at the thought. “Something terrible always happens. I swear to you we will do everything in our power to protect both of you.”

“What if they’re…”

“Inhuman?” Melinda asks. “Then we teach them as you and Daisy learned. This is a gift. Not a curse. So many people used their powers for bad over fear of themselves.” She states calmly. “He or she will have nothing to be afraid of.”

“And Hope?”

“He has to let the girl go.” Melinda smiles sadly. “Have faith in him.”

Quicker than she can react, Elena has her wrapped in a crushing hug. Hesitantly Melinda hugs the girl back. “Thank you May.”

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

“Hey.” Phil snakes his arms around her waist from behind, kissing the back of her neck. “Have I ever told you how good you look in my shirts?” He purrs nipping lightly at the juncture of her neck. She was clad in nothing more than his shirt when she’d heard a small knock on the door in the middle of the night. “Why did you leave bed?” He buries his nose in her neck possessively.

Melinda had asked the same question herself when she’d come out. Her gun lays dormant on the table beside the door, in replacement she clutches a photo in her hand. The photo is blurry but she can trace the outline of the small baby.

Faith. The name was written in familiar handwriting on the back. It had been a few months since she’d talked to Elena about her situation. Now not only did she have a photo, but a name as well.

“Apparently we’re grandparents.” Melinda smiles showing him the photo.

“Faith?” Phil laughs lightly. “Mack has always been a sentimental man.”

Four and a half months later, Melinda sheds a tear for the first time in years as Faith Mira Mackenzie grips the tip of her finger in her tiny little fist.

Conflict of Interest

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Agent!Reader

Other characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Maria Hill, Clint Barton.

Prompt: Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

Notes: This was written for @therealdeanwinchester13‘s Writing Box Challenge! The card that was pulled out for me was a song, which I have incorporated near the end.

As an agent assigned to watch over Bucky, having been recently taken out of cryo, things get off to a rocky start. But things taken a different turn at a party…

Warnings: Mentions of Bucky’s past, angst, alcohol, sexual tension.

Words: 3,892

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Your phone lit up at the press of a button and you noted the time glowing on the display.

9.03pm

You could hear the bass of the music carrying down the halls to your room, along with a hubbub of conversation and laughter. Tonight, was the night of one of Stark’s infamous parties, which was clearly in full swing already. You were just waiting on Maria to finish up in the bathroom before the you could head down and join the rest of the team for what promised to be a lively night off.

The two of you had been so busy lately that you hadn’t had a chance to catch up on recent events. Sure, you received official updates as all agents did, but the two of you hadn’t been able to kick back and relax as the good friends you were for what felt like months. In fact, it probably was months. You hadn’t managed to properly speak with her since you had been assigned to watch over the newly awakened Winter Soldier.

And boy had that been eventful.

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The Winter Soldier (Part 4/4)

A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry I took so long to upload this!! I’m honestly quite surprised that this ended so quickly but well I only did write that the parts where the reader was. However, I am planning to write an epilogue, well, maybe. But for now, enjoy!!

Word Count: 3,354

Part one//Part two//Part three// Part four//Epilogue


“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize,” Fury started, raising up a picture of Alexander Pierce, looking at it. “He said, “Peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” See, it’s stuff like this that give me trust issues.”

You raised as brow as you crossed your arms over your chest, watching Fury discard the photo on the table as he leaned forward. You turn to look at Cap. “We have to stop the launch.”

“I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore,” Fury said as he opened a case, three chips sitting inside. You frowned as Sam took a step forward to look at the chips.

“What’s that?”

“Once the helicarriers reach three thousand feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized,” Maria explained, turning her laptop around to show all of you Project Insight blueprints.

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own,” Fury continued the explanation as Maria nodded.

“One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains operational a whole lot of people are gonna die.”

You stared at the chips before looking up at Fury, letting out a breath as Fury spoke. “We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get pass them, insert the server blades, and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what’s left-”

“We’re not salvaging anything,” Steve spoke, cutting Fury off as you looked at him, his brows furrowed. “We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick, we’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with it,” Nick defended.

“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends,” Steve said, his voice hard. “S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised, you’ve said so yourself. HYDRA was right under your nose and nobody noticed.”

The Director frowned. “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”

Steve nodded. “And how many paid the price before you did?”

Fury was silent, glancing side to side before letting out a sigh, turning to look back at Cap. “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.”

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Besides, I Love You (Daveed Diggs x Reader)
Warnings: FLUFF FLUFFY FLUFFY DEATH.


You grinned, reading the texts from Pippa. That was until you heard a crash, and some shouting.

“The fuck, Daveed?” You shouted over the chaos, as you knew that your boyfriend was up to something.

“Uh…(Y/N). Someone’s here for you?” He said, looking through the glass pane facing the crimson brick wall on the apartment.

“What?” You replied, groaning, getting up and looking at the window too.

“AHHH!” You screamed as Pippa, your best friend jumped from the fire escape above onto the Landing.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, giggling.

“I NEEDED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING. Urgent message from Lin.” She hopped through your window and made herself at home on the couch. Following your boyfriend, you sat in Daveed’s lap and faced her intently, with hawk-like precision and ears as sharp as a felines.

She took a deep breath. “You got the part.” She said, her eyes brimming with joy.


“Holy shit…I did?” You said, laughing as D kissed your cheek.

“Yep…congratulations, Mrs. Maria Reynolds..” Phillipa smirked.

You couldn’t contain the laughs racking your body as you and Pippa stared at your boyfriend.

“This means you have to give Lin a lap dance every show…?” He said, frowning.

“Yeah.” You replied flatly, eyes nearly watering with laughter as Daveed turned on his upset puppy face.

“What…What about me?” Daveed whined, peppering your face with kisses.

“You’ll be there…Jefferson.” You giggled.

He stared at you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god, your such a baby.” You said, leaning down and capturing his mouth with yours.

You heard the crackle of a smartphone when it takes a picture, and snapped your head up to see Pippa beaming.

“(You and Daveeds Ship Name) confirmed.” She laughed, her fingers typing away at something.

“Oh my god. Is this going on your secret Tumblr blog?” You asked, amused.

“The one where I pose as the massive fangirl for you guys, yeeeeeep.” She said, before clicking a final dark blue button and turning off her phone.

“Wow Phillipa Soo.” You laughed as you brushed yourself off and yelped as you felt air swirl around you, as you rose.


“I’m not letting Lin take you. YOUR MINE!!!” He shouted, running to the bedroom.


“PIPPA HELP ME!!!!!!” You flailed, and your voice came out at a high pitch.

“SORRY DARLING. GOTTA GO! LIN IS GONNA WANT TO KNOW WHY I DISAPPEARED OUT THE WINDOW.” She said, as you heard the rough sound of the window opening, and then Pippa going back to rehearsal.

“Your not gonna leave me, right.” He asked, putting you softly on the bed.


“I’d never leave you…” you began, as he laid down next to you.

“Plus, you’d probably die without me.” You smirked.

“Probably.” He said, laughing and interlacing your hands.

“Besides…I also love you. Sooo…” you said, smiling.


“I’m unable to.”

Yes (Jasmine X Reader)

WC: 2361 (wow boy)

Summary: Jasmine and the reader are dating, and it’s the reader’s Broadway debut at Eliza. 

Warnings: Lin curses like once, sugary sweet fluff, a gay relationship

Y/N’s P.O.V

I walked into the dressing room usually used by Renee, Pippa and Jasmine, taking in a deep breath. “Here she is!” Renee said as I walked in, wrapping me in a tight hug. “Thanks Renee.” I muttered, reciprocating the embrace. “So, how does it feel to be playing Eliza for the first time?” She asked, letting go of me. I sighed and sat down on the couch, running a hand through my hair. “I’m excited, but I also feel like I’m going to throw up at the same time.” I said and Renee laughed, siting down next to me. “That’s completely understandable. On opening night I was nervous, but you’ve just gotta push past it. It’s much more fun than it is nerve wracking.” Renee said and I nodded, her words calming me almost instantly. “Hey, do you know where Jazzy is? She was gone when I woke up?” I asked, curious about my girlfriend’s whereabouts. “She had an appointment this morning so she said she’d be late to the theatre.” Renee said and I furrowed my eyebrows. “Jazz never told me about any appointment. I’m her girlfriend, you’d think she’d tell me these things.” I said, feeling mildly deflated. “It’s ok Y/N. We’re gonna head off to rehearsals now. You can meet up with your stage husband to go over things if you want.” Renee said and I chuckled, nodding as I laughed. “Sure thing Ren. I’ll go find Lin. Thanks.” I said and Renee smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “See ya Y/N.” She said as I made my way out of the dressing room. A smile settled on my face as I made my way to the stage, searching for Lin. “There’s my wife!” I heard Lin call and I whipped around, watching as he smiled brightly at me. “Hello darling!” I replied, just as enthusiastically. Lin’s grin grew as he approached me, wrapping me in a tight hug. “In all seriousness, how are you feeling Y/N? This is your broadway debut in a major role.” Lin said, undoing the embrace but keeping his hands on my shoulders. “I was freaking out but Renee spat some motherly wisdom and now I actually feel fine. I’m just disappointed that Jasmine isn’t here.” I said, my voice trailing off towards the end of the sentence. “Hey, it’s ok. She will be here, just not right now. Why would she miss her girlfriend’s broadway debut? Especially when they’re in the same show.” Lin said and I chuckled, realising that his point was true. “Thanks babe.” I said and Lin smiled at me, patting my shoulder. “No problem. Now, we’re gonna start rehearsals for your mostly solo songs, so Helpless and Burn.” Lin said and I gulped nervously. “It’ll be fun doing those songs back to back.” I said and Lin chuckled, shooting me a somewhat sympathetic smile. “It’s all good Y/N. I have faith in you. Now, you can head over to the stage and choose which song you want to start with.” Alex said suddenly and both Lin and I jumped. “Goddamnit Lac, you’re a bloody ninja.” I said and he chuckled, nodding slightly. “I’ll take it.” He said and I shook my head. “I’ll probably start with Helpless. It’ll be easier to transition from that to Burn than the other way round.” I said and Alex nodded, moving over to the orchestra. “To the stage, Mr Miranda.” I said and Lin chuckled. “By all means, lead the way.” He said and I rolled my eyes at his reference. Unfortunately Renee didn’t make it out in time for Helpless so Anthony had to stand in as Angelica. It was hilarious seeing him miserably try to flirt with Lin and I had to stop myself from breaking character. It all went smoothly until I had to kiss Lin at the end of the song. I kissed him, but I felt like something was off, like my stomach was churning. We pulled apart and I gave him my best enamoured look, but he could tell something was off. “What’s up Y/N?” Lin whispered to me once we were offstage. “It’s nothing serious.” I said and Lin frowned slightly. “That means it’s something though.” Lin said and I sighed, taking a seat. “It just, it felt wrong kissing you. Like I’m cheating on Jasmine or something.” I said and Lin sighed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “It feels super weird and wrong at first, but you get used to it. It eventually just becomes part of the job.” Lin said and I nodded, relaxing into his embrace. “Vanessa is a lucky woman, let me tell you that.” I said and Lin chuckled, his cheeks a little pink. “So’s Jasmine. You two are so adorable it hurts.” Lin said and I let out a laugh, pushing his arm off my shoulder. “Don’t give me that wounded puppy look Miranda. I have to run through Burn now.” I said and he nodded, gesturing to the stage with his head. “Time to go sing about how much of a shitty person I am.” Lin said and I let out a loud laugh. I waved at him as I made my way up to stage, nodding at Alex. The piano started up and I took in a deep breath. I heard my cue and began singing, pouring my heart into the words.

JASMINE’S P.O.V

I hurried into the lobby of the Richard Rogers theatre, the velvet box heavy in my coat pocket. I shot Lin a text that read ‘I’m here, and I’ve got it. Where’s Y/N?’ and heard the sound of a piano coming from inside the theatre, and I pushed the doors open. I was met by Y/N’s voice flooding the auditorium and it made me stop in my tracks. “I’m erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart.” Y/N sang passionately, tears welling in her eyes. I stared at her, my jaw wide as she sang into the microphone. “She’s really something.” Lin whispered, making me jump. “That she is. I love her so much.” I whispered back, listening intently as Y/N hit the high notes towards the end of the song. “You’ll sleep in your office instead. With only the memories of when you were mine.” Y/N sang, and I felt chills run down my spine. “When you gonna ask her?” Lin questioned and I shot him a glare. “I was gonna ask her after the show, but I’m considering asking her now.” I said and Lin’s eyes widened slightly. “Maybe do it after the show.” Lin said and I nodded, smiling at him. I heard the music end and I began applauding wildly. I whistled and I saw Y/N blush slightly. “That’s my girl!” I shouted and her cheeks darkened as she made her way offstage. “Jazzy!” Y/N said as she brought me into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to my temple. “How was the appointment? You’re not dying, are you?” Y/N said playfully and I chuckled, playing along with the appointment story. “Nothing major, just a check up. Anyway, you did so well oh my god.” I said, letting go of her. “Thanks Jazz.” She said and I smiled, pecking her lips. “Don’t tell Pippa but I think you might be better than her.” I said and Y/N laughed. “I think you might be a little biased babe.” She said and I shrugged my shoulders. “So what if I am? Anyway, let’s go get in costume. There isn’t long till show time.” I said and Y/N nodded, grabbing my hand. “See ya Lin.” Y/N called over her shoulder and Lin chuckled, waving goodbye. “You ready for this?” I asked, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. She looked at me with love in her eyes and pecked my lips. “You bet.”

Y/N’S P.O.V

It was 10 minutes to places and I was stressing more than I had been this morning. “Y/N, you’ll be fine. I saw your rehearsal, and trust me. You’ll blow them away.” Jasmine said and I glared at her for that bad pun. “What your girlfriend says is true Y/N. You’ll be brilliant.” Renee said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath as I fiddled with the skirts of my cream dress. “Let’s do this.” I said and the girls cheered, bringing me into a group hug. Jasmine kissed the top of my head and I smiled at her lovingly. We spent the next couple of minutes chatting but then we were ushered into our places and suddenly it all felt real. The opening chords rang through the theatre and I felt all my stress melt away. I sang my part in Alexander Hamilton with ease, slipping into the role of Eliza with ease. I had so much fun in The Schuyler Sisters, and I didn’t feel as guilty kissing Lin in Helpless. I actually got a little misty eyed in That Would Be Enough, and Non-Stop was intense and energetic. At intermission I was buzzing with energy, and sort of enjoying the feeling of the corset. “Keep up the good work wifey.” Lin whispered as he walked past and I mockingly blew a kiss in his direction. “Hey.” I heard a voice say and I turned around to see Jasmine in her Maria dress. “Holy shit.” I said softly as I scanned her body. She laughed lightly as she walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Thank you. I will, however, let you know that blue is definitely your colour.” Jasmine whispered, her breath tickling my neck. “And red is definitely yours.” I said, echoing her previous words. She let out a laugh, and took in a deep breath. “I was gonna do this after the show.” Jasmine muttered and I looked at her quizzically. “Do what?” I said, cocking my head slightly. “Lin!” Jasmine called and Lin scuttled in and Jasmine whispered something to him. His eyes widened and he nodded, passing her something. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, god what a wonderful human being you are. I love you with all my heart, and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life. So, if you’ll have me, I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.” Jasmine said and I gasped, tears welling up in my eyes. She opened the box Lin handed her to reveal a stunning silver band with a diamond in the middle and two small amethysts beside it. The rest of the cast had begun to crowd around, and I swore I saw Daveed wipe away a tear or two. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Jasmine said, hiking up her dress with her free hand, sinking down onto one knee. “Yes.” I said quietly, nodding eagerly. “She said yes!” Jasmine called and the rest of the cast cheered. She stood up and slid the ring onto my finger, our hands shaking with excitement. “I love you so much.” I whispered before bringing her into a passionate kiss. I heard cameras clicking around us but I didn’t care. Jasmine was the only thing that mattered at that point. “I hate to break this beautiful moment up, but you guys have five minutes till Act 2 starts.” One of the stage hands said and I broke apart from the kiss to acknowledge them. “Hey Lin, do you find it weird that your wife is engaged to your mistress?” Oak said and everyone roared with laughter. “Come on Jerry Springer, it’s 1789. Times are changing.” I said playfully and Jasmine wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Pippa’s going to be so pissed she missed this.” Lin said and we all nodded. “Ok guys, let’s get back onstage and kill it. Totally not looking at Leslie as I say that.” Anthony said and we all chuckled as we moved about. Jasmine brought me into a short but passionate kiss and we moved to the wings, watching as Leslie took the stage again. “I love you so much.” I whispered to her and she pressed a kiss to my cheek. “And I love you.”

* * * * *

The rest of the show went by flawlessly, and after curtain call I made it back to my dressing room, still buzzing with energy. I quickly got out of my costume and opened my phone. I laughed as I saw that I had been flooded with Twitter notifications.

@alexanderhamillin WAS @Y/T/N WEARING AN ENGAGEMENT RING IN ACT 2???!!!!

@jefferSON CONGRATS TO @Y/T/N and @JasCephasJones💍💍

I chuckled at the tweets until I came across one from Lin.

@Lin_Manuel Sending congratulations to my wife and my mistress on their engagement 💍 @Y/T/N @JasCephasJones

The tweet was accompanied by a picture Lin took of us kissing just after Jasmine proposed and it looked beautiful. I saw a tweet from Jasmine that almost made me gasp.

@JasCephasJones My love, take your time. We only have the rest of our lives ❤️ @Y/T/N

Under the tweet was a photo she had taken of the ring, probably before she arrived this morning and I felt tears well in my eyes. I decided to post my own tweet.

@Y/T/N I couldn’t say no to this. So I said yes! 💍❤️💋 @JasCephasJones

My feed was instantly flooded with retweets and likes, but a knock on the dressing room door tore my eyes away from my phone. “Come in.” I said and the door opened to reveal Jasmine standing there. I rushed up to her and pulled her into an incredibly passionate kiss, my hands running though her hair. “Well hello to you too.” Jasmine said and I chuckled, kissing her cheek. “Shut up.” I muttered and Jasmine let out a laugh. “Well, fiancée, what do you say to celebratory drinks?” Jasmine said, looking into my eyes. “Yes.”

A New Kind of Spicy

A MattPeter fanfiction 

for im-12d3  <3 love u bae I hope this fits well enough for you.


Mary Jane’s ideas weren’t always the best.

Sometimes she wanted to take up a new hobby or try a new recipe. Those scenarios often ended with her giving up or failing. None of them really stuck. But she kept trying, and that’s why Peter wasn’t too fond of them.

“This one’s different, though, Peter.”

She’d give him this look that was like he was tearing her heart to pieces, and Peter always gave in.

Still didn’t feel different, though. Especially when he learned that the new idea was a dancing class. The Salsa.

Peter wasn’t one for dancing, but Mary Jane decided that Salsa dancing would be a good way to spice up their routine. No pun intended.

Peter was just thankful that Mary Jane picked Salsa, though; he knew a few basic steps to the routine. She could have picked something dreadful like Samba dancing or a Zumba workout. Though, for that reason, he was thankful.

But he thought it was a bad idea, anyway.

When they got to the dance hall- one which was only being used by the salsa dancers in the main room- they paused at the door, watching the dancers, since the class started earlier. They were not only entranced by the dancers, but they didn’t want to come in during a song. An older man pushed them aside and stepped in just before the song was ending and muttered something about blocking the entrance while his partner smiled at them bashfully, apologizing for her partner’s attitude. Peter and Mary Jane soon came in when the song was over and dance partners broke apart.

They came inside and set their things down just in time to start a dance when the next song began, and they took each other into their arms- and it was a clumsy, laughable scene they created. Both Peter’s and Mary Jane’s heads swiveled around (especially Mary Jane’s, being that she didn’t know much at all), and Peter tried to tell her how to move, leading them, though he was almost as clumsy as his girlfriend. They went through awkward dips and balance issues, but Peter thought Mary Jane did well, despite his bad teaching, and he didn’t really understand how bad he was doing until someone tapped his shoulder.

Mary Jane’s brow furrowed when she saw who wanted Peter’s attention, and when Peter turned around, he was confused as well. “Um.. Yeah?” He asked, looking at the man with glasses shielding his eyes carefully.

The other man smiled ever so slightly when he spoke. “I dance here, a lot.. A friend of mine, the leader of the group, knows you didn’t meet her yet, but she saw that you aren’t.. You’re not doing so hot.” He breathed, and he looked up as a new song began. “She said that I should help you, and your partner would have no problem finding a new partner.” He noted, and he rested his hands on- Peter’s brow furrowed more when he saw it- a red and white cane that came up to the lower portion of his chest.

Peter looked back up to the man’s veiled eyes, and he searched his face for anything else. “You’re saying that I suck, right?” He asked, his lips pursed. “I don’t know.. You want me to dance with you..?” He asked, making a face. “There’s a few pointers that Maria wants me to show you.” He breathed, moving one hand to brush at his sunset orange hair. “Let me help you, okay?” He offered, cocking his head to the side like he heard something.

Peter grimaced. “But.. Um…” He paused, sighing. “Fine.” He answered after a moment, and he turned to Mary Jane. “I’ll be back, I guess.” He promised, and Mary Jane let him go to go look for other men to dance with, when the ginger succeeded in getting Peter to dance with him. “What’s your name?” He asked softly, when he was alone with the man, and he moved to rest his cane against the wall.

The other dancers eyes the two and made room for them, and to Peter, at first, he thought it was because they were two men dancing together and it was a conservative crowd- but he remembered that the guy he danced with was blind. “It’s Matt. Yours?” He asked, and he held a hand out toward Peter.

Peter was afraid to dance with him because they were both men - duh - but he didn’t want to see a blind man wander out and fall on someone, so he took Matt’s hand and Matt drew himself close to Peter. “It’s Peter,” he stuttered out, and hesitantly let Matt fix their positions. “But.. You’re in the lead position.. I’m not letting my girlfriend lead me, you know..” He huffed, watching as Matt moved his left arm to rest on his own arm before his hand was placed on Peter’s waist.

Matt stepped closer to Peter to fix their positioning and looked down at him. “I need to show you how your partner should feel when you lead. Then I’ll show you how to lead, Peter.” He crooned gently, and he promptly began to move, pressing his hand gently into the two sides of Peter’s back to let him know how to move his feet and when. They danced slowly, Matt telling Peter to stand up straight and telling him certain tips and pausing to help him move sometimes. At one point, Matt stopped them and told Peter to do the first few steps, and he let his hands drift to Peter’s hips, holding them and swinging them more in a way that Peter wasn’t doing. But Peter felt odd, trying to move as a follower when he wouldn’t be dancing that way.

Matt stopped and looked toward him. “You need to understand how your partner should move to move properly, yourself.” He hummed quietly, one side of his lips quirking up into a wry smile. “So calm down. Loosen up.”

Peter could have sworn that Matt looked at Peter directly from behind those dark, oval glasses, even though Peter knew that he couldn’t really look at him. It was unnerving. But he tried to relax, despite that, and straightened his back as Matt still moved his hips when they stepped along slowly to the steps Matt told him to follow. He paused and looked up at Matt with a furrowed brow and rested his right hand on Matt’s arm. “How do you know if I’m moving my hips or not?”

Matt lifted his head a bit before telling him to do an On Two step, and he looked toward the side as if thinking. “Because, Peter, if you don’t do one part of the dance properly, it throws the rest of it off.” he explained. “Like how your foot is too close to mine and how you’re not relaxed enough.” he noted, smirking at Peter.

Matt knocked Peter’s foot aside to the appropriate angle gently, and he ran a hand down Peter’s back, trying to get him to loosen up. Having a straight back wasn’t good for dancing salsa, but being upright

and he continued on, telling Peter to try the step again. He held Peters hand with his dominant hand and kept holding onto Peter’s waist, though with a tighter grip to make sure that he moved properly. Matt was quiet as he changed Peter’s stance and nit-picked at the little things that frankly annoyed Peter a bit, but.. The way Matt handled Peter, it was so gentle and careful and Peter couldn’t help loving it.

Matt looked toward Peter when he pulled him from a turn and he dipped Peter down, and Peter, awkwardly gripped the crook of Matts neck, his feet slipping from the unexpected movement. When Peter didn’t fall and he felt the way Matt shook slightly, he began to worry he was too heavy for the man, and he pulled himself away when he stood, looking over at Matt to apologize.

But Matt didn’t look remotely exerted or haggard in the least- the feeling of the muscles in his arms would prove that a 170 pound man would not be too much for him to lift- but, rather, he was laughing. Peter scowled and blushed at the man’s reaction, and he groaned. “That was unfair. I didn’t expect you to dip me.”

Matt sighed softly and raised his brows over the rims of his dark red glasses, smiling only slightly when he spoke. “Sorry. Maybe I’ll warn you, next time.” he smiled a little and offered his hand out to Peter, as an offer of reconciliation and to try again. “I will warn you, okay? That better?”

Peter glared at him for a moment before he took a deep breath and hummed an affirmative sound, taking his hand and allowing himself to get swept up in Matt’s arms again, readying himself for the steps preceding another possibly treacherous dip.

When it happened, just before Matt’s soft warning, Peter’s feet slipped a little, but it almost looked good, in reality. He fixed held onto Matt’s arms when he was dipped, like he might be dropped and he’d have to hold on to save himself the trouble of falling- but Matt wasn’t going to let that happen. Matt was holding him by the waist firmly, their waists touching and Peter’s slight trembling for fear of being dropped. As exciting and as much as he enjoyed it.

Only when Matt sighed and pulled them up and away, did Peter remember that he was in the following position-and he immediately took back his mental appreciation for the way Matt held him. “Now do I get to lead?” He asked, almost impatiently, and Matt nodded with a bemused smile.

“Yes. You can lead.” He affirmed softly, and carefully moved his hands up his body (and oh, how dreadfully slow they moved along Peter’s sensitive spine). His dominant hand was resting on Peter’s shoulder and his left was held out and Peter carefully took his hand. “Lead me.” Matt instructed, and Peter glanced over at Mary Jane, who seemed happy with the guy she danced with- and if Peter wasn’t being held so gently and carefully like she was, then he might have gotten a little upset at the way this guy’s hands were on her. But Matt’s hands rested on his shoulder and in his hand in and, God, his hands were so soft and he loved it, though he’d never say anything like that aloud. He had Mary Jane’s soft, dainty hands to hold and wonder about how soft they were. Though.. for a blind man, you’d think that his hands would be rough from use, but it was like he hadn’t touched anything at all, his palms were just… so soft. His knuckles, however, and the top skin of his fingers was worn and tough.

Matt’s smirk just tugged at his lips and when Peter began leading the taller man, he felt ridiculous doing so. Pete had some trouble leading, and Matt had to stop them and grab at Peter’s hips and move them in just the right way. Peter stumbled once and Matt had pulled Peter closer to him to prevent a fall. It was clear that Matt was a leader, just by the way he was teaching and how he pulled Peter to him like that, and it made Peter blush so hard that his face looked like a cherry. Peter pulled away after the initial shock of almost falling- over Matt’s own feet, mind you- and he almost glared at Matt, who only smiled in return.

Peter quietly continued to lead, Matt only stopping him thrice more for foot placement, the way he held his arm for his raised hand, and how he didn’t stand up straight, but Peter did fine in the leading position, otherwise. “Can I dip you, too?” He asked tentatively, chewing his lip as he looked up at the ginger- and man, he’d tell you how awkward that felt, leading someone so much taller than you, even if it really wasn’t by that much.

Matt smiled at Peter slyly and cocked a brow at him. “Only if you promise not to drop me.” He laughed softly, and, with Peter’s face turning red again, he tried it, after a flurry of a few other steps and twists. Matt’s hands gripped Peter’s arms like Peter did earlier, but he let go and moved a hand to brush at Peter’s neck, his arm slipping to wrap around it and his other hand loosened on his arm. He didn’t know why Matt did that, frankly, being that he was afraid of dropping Matt, too, and he was holding Matt possibly even closer than Matt did because he didn’t want him to fall.

Peter looked down at Matt and hesitated there for a minute, careful to watch the man that hid behind a pair of dark glasses. “Good, good job, Peter.. Matt commended him softly, and he shifted to his feet. Peter noted the way he pulled himself up, stepping closer how he felt the slight chill of air against his neck when Matt was leaning into him and regaining his balance, and the way he tilted his head a bit, as if listening to their feet when they moved to right themselves.

At least, he hoped that that was what was happening, and not him reading into things.

When Matt pulled away, it was like a link was broken. Like he lost something. “Alright,” he breathed softly, chewing on his lip as MAtt stepped backward carefully, watching him he reached behind him and grabbed his cane. “Thank you.” he mumbled to the older man.

“You’re welcome. Just don’t break your leg,” he breathed in a husky, throaty voice and smirked. He gave Peter a nod, the smirk on his lips a sly one, like he was in on some joke that Peter should have known about. Peter had a tingling sense of familiarity to something, like he did know that inside joke, but he couldn’t place a name on it.

Peter watched as Matt stepped farther away and waved a hand at him as he wandered along the walls to avoid the dancing crowd to find a new partner, leaving him to wait for Mary Jane’s dance (with a new man) to end.

Peter thought for a little bit as he waited, and he smiled to himself. Wow, that guy was really pretty.

When that dance ended, Mary Jane looked over to where Peter was, he waved a hand at her to get her attention, only to have her trot over to him, laughing. “You were with that guy for a long time. He teach you properly?” she asked softly, brushing her red hair aside.

“Yeah.” Peter hummed softly, wrapping an arm around her. “I kinda like this dance,” he mumbled, moving his other hand to take hers in his, raising it to start a dance. “Maybe we can come here more often.” he offered.

“That’d be great.” she agreed, and when they began dancing, Peter couldn’t help not looking at her, hoping he’d see that man again. What Peter didn’t know, however, was that he’d see that familiar jaw and those lips later that night, framed by a red leather cowl and shadowed by the night.

Where Do the Flowers Go Chapter Six

Chapter Five

Summary: After meeting Steve and Bucky by chance, you move into the tower and slowly join their makeshift family
Warnings: language, always language


“I’m afraid this isn’t up for discussion, agent.”

“Fucking hell it isn’t!” Natasha said, her voice rising in anger. “She’s not going undercover, director. You barely cleared her for missions this week!”

“Which is exactly why she’s going. (L/n) and Barnes are the least likely to be recognized, given he gets a haircut and Stark can camouflage his arm,” Fury explained, his voice calm and full of authority. You were struggling not to bounce on your toes, excitement overriding your senses. Bucky chuckled, setting a hand on your arm and looking pointedly at the flowers dancing in the window planter.

“What I can do is beside the point,” Tony said, standing up from his chair. You felt your joy fade rapidly as Steve stood next to him, eyes filled with determination. The grass surrounding the flowers began to wilt.

“They either go with your tech or they go without your tech, Stark. It’s your choice,” Fury answered. You were grateful for the tone of finality in his voice – at least he trusted you.

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Drabble 10: A Million Words: The Big Day [2] (Thomas Jefferson X Reader)

Request!:  Homg sequel to camping PLEAAAAAAAASE

Paring: Thomas Jefferson X Reader ft. Brother! James Madison and Goddaughter! Theodosia Burr Jr.

TW: marriage jitters (cold feet), adorable Theodosia burr jr., cursing?? idk EDIT: OH YES THERE IS!!

WC: 973 (this is so much shorter than the first one)

A/N- WE R FINALLY DONE WITH THIS!!! Camping is out most liked fic, and now it has a sequel!!!!!! Hope you guys like this one as much as the first!! Also fluff to make up for angst ~Peggy and Eliza ❤️

PART 1

Masterlist


You took a deep breath.

Today was the day.

“How’s my little sister feeling?” James entered the spare room in the church.

“Eh.” You shrugged.

“Eh?” James questioned.

“IM FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT!” You jumped out of your seat, and

“Okay. One: calm down.” James took your hands in his, and showed you how to breathe again. “Two: Everything is planned perfectly. Dolley made sure of that.”

You breathed out, feeling a little less stressed, “Alright, okay.”

James smiled and squeezed your hands.

Three women, Maria, Angelica and Dolley, opened the door and rushed in.

“Y/n, it’s already three and you still have to get into the dress and do your makeup.” Dolley breezed through her words. She turned to her husband. “James. Out.”

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day 4: peachangstweek
  • Star Crossed Myth
  • Gods reaction to the realization of MC never being real, only created to help “cure” the gods sins, and her departure (knowing that she can never come back, because she doesn’t have a soul).
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Leon: When he watched your figure disappear from sight he lashed out in a fit of rage, his attacks directed towards the king with all his might. The battle was even, and no god knew who the winner would be. “This is pointless Leon,” The King addressed him, “Even if you win here, I can’t bring her back with my powers. She doesn’t have a soul.” The words broke the confident lion as he crumpled to the ground, his hands covering his face. He didn’t want to face a world without you.

Scorpio: When he watched your figure fade away, like particles of light flying in the air, he felt all he hold reasonable go with you. What was life knowing that there was no possible way for you to ever exist? Although he didn’t want to show his true emotions to the other gods, he kept them bottled up inside, never letting one slip by in his darkest moments when he thought about your smile, or the feeling of your lips on his. He contained his rage, because he knew there was no getting you back.

Teorus: The bright and cheery smile always on his face was gone when he lost you. The pictures you both took together hurt to much to look at, the spare clothes you left in his room were shoved in a box so he didn’t have to be reminded of the pain, and even milk tasted sour to him. Depression consumed him as he barely completed his godly tasks, “Replace me if you’re so upset,” Was all he responded to when the other gods tried to lure him out of the deep haze he seemed to be living in. He didn’t have any will to go on anymore.

Dui: He laughed. After everything that happened, it was the only reaction that could come out that seemed appropriate to him, “Come on, don’t joke about that. So where is Maria?” He asked, his laugh turning more desperate and cynical as seconds passed, “Where are you hiding her?” The deranged expression on his face showed his true thoughts, that he didn’t understand what was being said. What did they mean you were gone, never existed, never had a soul? You were just here, he knew it. He would find you in time.

Huedhaut: When the King broke the news after your departure that there was no way he could reborn you, since your soul was indeed destroyed, Huedhaut lost all sense of reason. He didn’t understand why the King would do such a thing? To play with him? Cause him pain? What more could be done to torment him from the loss of you? But all the rage and anger subsided in seconds to sadness. Hue was ration, logical, he considered himself the wisest of the zodiac. He knew lashing out would get him no where, so he simply retreated to solidity, where no one could hurt him. 

Ichthys: He cried. The only one who would cry in front of all the gods with no shame, “Why? Why?” Was all he could ask. Why would the King do this? Why can’t she have a soul? Why did this happen to him? Why did his life so ever so much suck? The question never voiced out loud, but his heart heard his cries of pain and sadness and always showed it on his face as the days went on. Each day he became slower, pulled less pranks, cracked less jokes, cared less.

Karno: All those years he “watched over” you were lies, then what was the truth anymore? Was he living right now, or was this some facade to mask the reality of the harsh world? He felt his mind spinning as agony and grief took him over. He didn’t want to accept this reality––couldn’t accept this reality. He just couldn’t…

Zygalvis: Watching you fade from view tore him apart. He desperately grasped at your fading form, hoping that if he caught you that you come back to him. The normally cool and level-headed libra was now on his hands and knees, gripping onto his own clothes for comfort. What was there to do now that you were gone? You were…it. You brought him happiness, love, life. And took it away when you left as well. 

Aigonorus: He didn’t know how to react when you disappeared. At first he thought he was dreaming, and rubbed his eyes hoping he would wake up. But when the King assured him that he was not sleeping, panic and fear took over his features. He was unsure what to do with himself. The pitying looks of the gods didn’t help the situation as he looked around the room quickly. Where were you? Where were you? 

Krioff: “Somehow…I knew.” Those melancholy words left his lips as he slumped his shoulders. Deep down, he knew you were to good to be true. To love a god––no, a soul like his took efforts and passion he didn’t know someone had. But he knew, he knew deep down that one day you might leave, on your own terms or someone else’s. And he wasn’t shocked by the outcome.

Tauxolouve: “Wha-What’s going on?” He questioned as your form disappeared from sight. His heart was racing, his hands grasping at the air in desperation, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. He was truly shocked by the news. To hear you never existed, never had a soul, he wondered what that all really meant. To create you to absolve his sin just sounded…absurd. “She’s never coming back?” Was all he could manage to ask, and the harsh reality that you were, indeed, never coming back caused him to fall to the floor, almost lifeless. 

Partheno: The confident vigro was in tears at the news. He didn’t care who was watching him, or who would snicker at his reaction to a mere mirage of a human. He cared about you, loved you, cherished you and all you stood for and believed in and to have you taken away like a snap of someones fingers seemed…wrong. You were more than just a illusion. You were Maria, his girlfriend, lover, best friend. You couldn’t just be gone.