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juminsmysticmc · 4 years

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Hello! Can you do a situation where MC is very independent and takes care of everything. She doesn’t like relying on other and so when she is up at 3am in a separate room having a breakdown from stress thinking someone close to them is going to cut them out of her life. How would the RFA+duo react? Thank you!

RFA + Minor Duo with an independent Mc who is stressed

You didn’t need to call me out like this, dear XD Well, that’s mostly the reason why I am not updating so much these days, hahaha. I just can’t handle my own stress...well, let’s not talk about me but about this HC. My friend last time told me, after I called her because I couldn’t handle it anymore, that communication was the key. I told her, that I knew but I still didn’t approach the people who made me feel as if they were better off without me. This lead me to cut the contact, telling them that I would leave the group and come perhaps back. Luckily one of them asked me what was wrong and made me talk. If we now maybe come to talk about it, it will get better. But you guys, remember. You need to talk.

Jumin

His beautiful wife was his pride.

Always laughing.

You were independent and you knew what you had to do.

The fact that you were so independent made him fall deeply in love with you.

He knew himself that being like that with him wasn’t easy since he wanted to control and support you with everything.

But knowing that you could actually take over a department in his company and that you loved to work hard, made him very happy.

What he didn’t know was that there were three co-workers that you had to fire since they were charged with stealing and everyone else only worked part-time.

That meant that you had to cover everything else, not telling him anything about the hard work.

You were just too scared that he would leave you if you caused the project to fail.

You stayed overtime many times, lying to him that you were at a friend's place or something similar just so he wouldn’t notice that you were trying your best on your own.

One day you actually came home almost at midnight after you forgot to watch the time.

Instead of greeting him, you quickly went into your own room and had a breakdown.

The world was spinning and the tears wouldn’t stop.

You immediately fell on the ground and pressed your face into your hands, sobbing loudly.

You were just so scared that Jumin would leave you.

But suddenly, just when that horrible thought haunted you, he opened the door and hugged you, patting your head and waiting for you to talk.

,,I’m scared,’’ you told him.

,,Don’t leave me… but please help me… I can’t handle the work anymore… It’s so hard…!’’ you cried louder.

,,Co workers were stealing things and everyone else was part-time… I can’t handle it anymore!’’ you sobbed.

,,Mc,’’ Jumin whispered your name in a deep voice, holding your cheeks in his hands.

,,I love you. This isn’t a reason for me to leave you. I’ll help you… Assistant Kang will support you and find five more people for your department. I’m sure that Luciel will be able to also support us. I will take a share of your stuff so please stop thinking that you have to do everything, okay?’’ The evening ended in a big cuddle season on the floor of your room with him kissing you and telling you several times that it was alright.

Zen

You watched your pile of work and felt your blood rushing up to your brain.

Currently, you were taking the role of Zen’s manager. You were also the head of the RFA and you helped Yoosung with his studies.

Besides that, you also tried to help your friend with her love life and family problems and were taking care of your mother without the help of your brother.

And as if that wasn’t enough, you were also trying your best to get in touch with Zen’s brother to make your boyfriend happy.

There was a lot you had to do, but not enough time to do everything.

The days when you actually wanted to enjoy the free time you had, your mother had something to do or your friend asked you for something.

You were actually overworking yourself.

However, you wouldn’t dare to say that to Zen.

But how many nights did you spend working?

And how often did you tell him that you ,,weren't in the mood for IT?’’

Way too often.

By now you had the feeling that there was a problem with your relationship.

,,Shit!’’ you cursed in your room on your chair.

You were just overwhelmed with emotions.

,,I DON’T WANT THIS ANYMORE!’’ you yelled and threw something to the ground.

You were angry with the world and hated yourself.

Not long afterward, someone entered the room. It was Zen.

He heard your screams from outside where he was smoking and immediately came to your room.

,,Princess,’’ he mumbled and slowly approached you. ,,What happened?’’ he asked you and stroked your wet cheek.

,,I can’t handle it anymore…’’ you sobbed and looked at him.

Without thinking twice, he hugged you and waited for you to tell him what made you feel way.

,,My brother mocked me again, telling me that it’s my fault that my mother is sick and told me to bring her to the doctor, but at that time I have to see Yoosung so I can help him study! Besides, he’s never gone with my mother…! And my friend… gosh, she is so toxic these days! If I don’t help her right away, she verbally assaults me… and it’s just too much…!’’ you finally told him.

Zen nodded and kissed your cheek.

He told you that everything would get better, taking you in his arms and carrying you to the living room where he held you until you fell asleep.

As soon as you fell into a deep slumber, he asked for support in the chatroom.

That made Jumin, even though he hated it, find a doctor for your mother who could actually meet her at home and find Yoosung a private tutor for his studies.

Saeyoung and Jaehee actually took over a share of the RFA work and Zen tried to support you with your job as his manager.

And indeed, you felt a lot better...

Yoosung

,,Well, Mc, you’re a housewife. There’s no way you’re stressed,’’ Seven said, making you feel hurt by his words.

You quietly left the chatroom and began to tear up.

Well Seven, you thought.

He didn’t know how wrong he was.

The fact that you were stressed made you feel even more stressed.

You actually had work to do.

Waking up in the morning and waking up your three children you had with Yoosung, preparing one of them for kindergarten, and making the food for your children and your husband.

Even though this seemed like daily life for others, you felt stressed.

You weren’t attractive to yourself anymore and you didn’t have any social life anymore.

It made you feel lonely.

The RFA started giving you more work since you were a ,,mere housewife’’ and the last friends you had weren’t any better. They were always causing drama and making it hard for you to talk.

And as if it wasn’t enough, you still had a family.

Your brother, who had financial problems, always asked you, and your sister, who was also stressed, needed your help a lot.

And of course, you had children. Your two teenagers sometimes made you cry for hours.

But you couldn’t tell Yoosung, so you kept handling your stress on your own.

One day you were so stressed that you broke down in the kitchen.

Your witness, your five years old kid who didn’t understand your tears, got your cell phone and called his dad, telling him that you were lying on the floor, crying a lot.

This shocked the man at work and he immediately rushed home.

,,Mc, why are you crying? Mc… what’s wrong?’’ Yoosung asked, trying to find out the reason for your tears.

Carrying you to your bed, he laid you down and stroked your face until you were finally calm enough to tell him.

Yoosung kept listening to you and nodded to show you that he understood you.

He promised to talk to the RFA and tell them that it wasn’t okay and also promised that he would help your brother and actually make him work at his workplace.

,,Mommy, look! I made you a cake!’’ your little boy exclaimed as he came into your room, patting your head and begging you to stop crying.

,,Oh, wow, thank you, baby. Is that… a brownie with a cracker…?’’ you asked him, chuckling.

,,Yes! I couldn’t find the candle to make you wish something…’’

,,See, we all only want the best for you!’’ Yoosung reassured you. Your two teenagers got no pocket money for the rest of the month for being mean to their mom.

Jaehee

The coffee shop was a big source of your problems and worries.

So was your girlfriend and yourself.

The daily stress in the shop was just too much.

Somehow you were scared that Jaehee was becoming more and more distant.

You just didn’t want to ask her or even tell her that you felt that way.

Besides, you were still in the middle of studying how to take over a big shop so this was stressing you out too.

But since you were way too scared to tell her and also too proud, you stayed silent.

The daily stress was getting worse and all you could do was to swallow it all and work on it on your own.

However, you just needed to cry at least once a week.

This week, Jaehee actually saw you.

,,Did a customer mock you? Did you hurt yourself, Mc?’’ she asked you, worried.

You shook your head but still didn’t tell her.

,,I’m scared,’’ you finally told her.

,,What if you leave me after I tell you the truth?’’ you asked her with teary eyes.

Jaehee shook her head and chuckled as she pressed your head against her chest.

,,Dummy,’’ she said as she patted your head.

,,I love you more than anything in the world. Why would I leave you?’’ she asked you.

And so, you began to tear up again, but this time you also told her what was stressing you out.

,,I know that it’s stupid, but that’s how I feel,’’ you mumbled.

,,Mc,’’ Jaehee quickly told you ,,don’t care about what other people think. You’re feeling that way and that’s okay because everyone is different. But it doesn’t mean that this can’t give you a hard time.

We will both find a way so that you can feel better, okay? But from now on, please tell me… I love you.’’

Saeyoung

It was getting harder and harder.

Thoughts were haunting you.

You felt as if Saeyoung was slowly regretting asking you to marry him.

The preparations for the wedding and the honeymoon were hard and Saeran was still hard to please.

The brothers, even though it didn’t seem like it, loved each other a lot, but couldn’t do anything except argue with each other.

This was causing you a lot of stress too.

And as if it wasn’t enough, your family was against this marriage, making you feel terrible.

You didn’t want them to speak ill of Saeyoung, but no matter what you told them they always had something bad to say about Saeyoung.

One day, when you forgot that Saeyoung was videotaping every room, you actually let go of all your tears.

You were feeling very vulnerable at that moment.

Fear and stress made breathing difficult and you started having a panic attack.

But your savior came just in time to hug you and pat your back.

,,I’m here,’’ he kept whispering to you until you could finally breathe normally again.

Laying with your head on his lap, you closed your eyes and told him that you were scared that he would leave you.

,,Why didn’t you tell me earlier?’’ he asked you, stroking your forehead.

,,Because I wanted to deal with it on my own,’’ you told him.

,,And it may seem stupid, but I can’t handle you and Saeran anymore. You guys keep arguing with each other and it makes me sick…!’’ you explained.

Saeyoung understood all your points.

,,I will try to change, I promise. And please don’t worry, I swear to God that I love you. I’m your 707, remember? I love you and I don’t regret anything so MC, don’t worry… and don’t try to be so independent anymore. Share your worries with me instead, okay?’’

Saeran

It was a daily fight.

Saeran still wasn’t better and needed a lot of medications.

Of course he couldn’t overcome everything into two days.

But it was still hard.

This was stressing you out.

Saeran’s fear and behavior was making you feel tired.

You were worried and scared.

As if it wasn’t enough, you guys had financial problems.

You got fired since you missed work while Ray had you imprisoned.

Of course, Jumin made sure to pay for your needs, but you didn’t like that.

You hated being in debt to somebody.

And the more you wanted to change, the more you needed his help.

Of course, the problem with the prime minister was still around and you guys still couldn’t find Saeyoung.

And so you began to work your ass off, literally.

On good days, you managed to get four hours of sleep.

You were working in a restaurant and also in a cleaning factory.

And the tasks at home also waited for you.

Of course you had some savings, but you were using them for groceries.

And so, you were currently working to pay Jumin back.

But one day, you collapsed at work.

Of course, Saeran was thinking the worst and while you laid in bed, he prayed to God to make you stay alive.

,,I’m awake now, Saeran…’’ you tried to calm him while he kept sobbing in your arms.

,,Why did you work so much, Mc? There’s no need! Your health is important!’’ Saeran lectured you.

But suddenly you teared up, making him feel bad for making you cry.

,,It’s not your fault,’’ you tried to tell him.

,,Then tell me!’’ he begged you.

And so you finally confessed to him the reason for your hardworking behaviour.

,,Mc,’’ Saeran whispered ,,Jumin is doing this instead of paying me… like, instead of giving me money, he began to give me material stuff since we needed it and he could help us out quicker… but we actually don’t have any debt…’’ Saeran chuckled and stroked your head.

,,You were worrying yourself too much…’’

,,Oh my…’’ this news luckily made you fall asleep immediately.

Saeran also had the chance to resign yourself from your jobs.

Jihyun

,,What if they take her away from us? I wouldn’t be able to handle that!’’ you cried to God in your room.

Jihyun recently went to the hospital with Lucy since the girl fell down and injured herself pretty badly.

Since every possible injury to an adopted child could be seen as abuse, you were fearing that they could take your daughter. It was your worst nightmare.

However, this wasn’t the only thing that worried you.

Your job was hell at the moment.

Everything you achieved in a small amount of time was crumbling.

Even the new friendships you managed to make got destroyed.

And it was all your fault.

You were the reason for your hard times and you knew it.

And so the tears were flowing, not letting you notice that Jihyun and Lucy came back.

,,Mc?’’ Jihyun called you when he found you and noticed you.

Surprised, you turned around, showing him your red and teary face.

,,Hey… what’s wrong…?’’ he asked you and sat down next to you.

,,Nothing… how’s Lucy?’’ you lied and wiped away your tears.

,,She’s alright. She’s in her room changing her clothes… Now, please tell me why you were crying… Were you that worried?’’ he asked you.

,,I can’t tell you, Jihyun… I’m scared that you will hate me and distance yourself from me, just like everyone else is doing right now…’’ you mumbled.

,,Who is distancing themselves from such a beautiful and perfect wife?’’

And so you ended up telling him the problems you had with your friends.

,,Mc,’’ he smiled at you. ,,I can understand that this is a very hard time for you right now. It’s okay to feel like that, but look, if they behave like this they simply don’t deserve you, you know?

You’re too good for them.

You keep trying your best for them while they just hurt you. Don’t you see that this is toxic? I can understand that you love them a lot and you’re stressed, but the best thing would be to cut contact with them…’’ he nodded.

You began to sob harder as you agreed with him.

And so you also told him about your worries regarding Lucy.

And even this could be laughed away since the doctor wasn’t even doubting this case for a second.

There was no mistake that this was just an accident.

,,See how easy it is? I can make your problems fly away in a second… Please come to me if you ever feel bad, okay? I love you and I want to support you.’’

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yandere--stuck · 4 years

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this is the person that sent an ask here a couple of days ago abt having my own yandere blog and wanting to write smth for the ac stuff!! chickened out of posting it on my own and am still kinda nervous bout submitting, but still wanted to, so here ya go!! <3 (would love to read some of ur thoughts wahaha) obv this is v heavily inspired by your tom nook / isabelle teaming up but i hope you still like it!! also based in NH cuz that’s the latest game i played lmao - destiny

Island life hadn’t been all that you had expected.

There were many beautiful sides to it. In ways, it was the best decision of your life. You’d wished to escape the stress and monotony of your previous everyday and you had succeeded. Now, you woke up every day to fresh sea air and sunshine filtering in through your blinds. No stress, no true responsibilities. You could busy yourself with walking around, catching bugs, fishing and relaxing. Even if the island was isolated, for you, for the ones for who the burden of modern society was too heavy, this was the dream.

But there has always been one more thing on your list of expectations; close bonds with the other people here, in your little haven away from the rest of the world. It’d been that way, at first. But one by one, your close friends moved away. Never with much reason, they’d seemed happy before. Your heart ached every time you had to say goodbye to another one. Soon enough, constant streams of villager came and went until the faces nearly blurred together in your mind. You kept up pleasantries, of course, but getting to know them was another story. You didn’t want to say goodbye again.

Though you were certain it was all in your head, it had to be, you still felt insecure that it all had something to do with you. That it was your fault, somehow. Whenever you asked Tom or Isabelle, they claimed it was against the customer’s privacy to tell you such things. Which was fair, you guessed. They were two of the few people on the island that became a constant. Despite the villagers around you changing at a steady pace, they never left your side. They’d become a crutch. Even though they had busy schedules, they still listened to you when you stopped by.

It was hard to admit, but you depended on the two of them more than you should. The stability there was a welcome change.

After another afternoon of hunting bugs in the buzzing spring air, you entered the town hall, remainders of sweat still on your brow. "Good afternoon!" Isabelle's voice rung out from behind the desk, sending you a smile as she dusted off the desks in the back. Tom also sent you a greeting of his own, nodding at you, before he began furiously typing on his laptop once more.

Both busy, as usual. It was no surprise, the two never stopped having things to do. A twinge of guilt made you falter in your step for a moment, still, they always reassured you that your visits never bothered them. After claiming your daily Nook miles at the terminal, you plopped into a chair, leaning your head on your hand while waiting for Isabelle to come over.

"Any news on the residents?" It was the same question from you every day and the answer was often no different, either. You could simply fear having more work to do and another farewell to prepare.

"Ah-" Her lips quirked down. Whether her sadness was feigned or not, you didn’t have the mind to worry about at the moment. "I'm sorry, I know she hasn’t been here for long, but Pinkie told me she was leaving earlier today.”

Your head was already going over all the things you'd need to organise as the island representative. Sure, these two did their part as well and you were forever thankful, however, you still needed to see islanders off. Once Tom found another future resident, you’d have to pick a good spot, introduce yourself, show them around all the nice spots, become their friend-

“Are you alright?” Your head snapped to the side, body jolting. Lost in thought, you hadn’t even noticed he’d taken his chair and put it closer to Isabelle’s, his brow furrowed and a warm hand against your arm.

“I’m… Oh.” About to say you were fine, like you always did, you found that your cheeks were wet. You weren’t sure when you’d started crying. The realization only made it so that you shook more. Cracks appeared in the appearance you’d kept up for so long and the moment it started, it became impossible to put a stop to. Your cheeks burned, you couldn’t look either of them in the eye. Of course you’d have a breakdown, how humiliating.

Isabelle immediately started fussing, patting your head and spilling comforting words that refused to quite reach your ears yet. She looked nearly as distressed as yourself nearly and throughout your tears, you cracked a smile. It didn’t last long. Her worry was just so obvious and genuine that it felt kind of nice. “No one’s been bothering you, right?” She asked, grabbing your other hand and squeezing it.

“No! Not at all. I’m just… Tired,” You admitted with a trembling voice, staring at the droplets that dripped onto the desk. Above your head, unknown to you, Tom and Isabelle exchanged a knowing glance. “I don’t mind being the representative, I like it, but I keep on having to welcome and say goodbye to new people! It feels like I… I barely know anyone here. I show them around and they never stay long. It’s like…” You trailed off, incapable of speaking your insecurities out loud after all. Silence hung in the air for a couple of moments.

“Yes, yes, it’s obvious. You need a break. You’ve been overworking yourself, hm?” Tom said, touch still comforting.

“...We were actually worried about you for a bit now.” Isabelle continued, head tilted to the side as she observed you. “You looked tired all the time. I know we’re on a tropical island already, still-! What about a vacation? You should relax, take care of yourself!”

You perked up, eyes flickering from Isabelle’s to Tom’s face. It wasn’t what you were expecting. “Uh, are you sure? Both of you have enough to do already- I don’t want to cause you trouble.”

“I insist!” Isabelle said, looking sheepish moments later at her own loudness. “Like I said, we noticed before, so we might have made some preparations…”

“She’s right, yes, yes. I have a guest room you can stay at, it’ll be a little change of scenery. So, what do you say, hm?” He smiled, an attempt to cheer you up as well. “I won’t even change any rent.”

By now, you were aware he was far from upset with money, but still, it’d become somewhat of an inside joke. You snorted. “That’s a first.” You played along. The prospect of spending more time around Timmy and Tommy was also nice, they were sweet kids. Wiping the tears from your face, you picked up the parts of yourself. You smiled, the expression coming naturally.

“Thank you, both of you, really.” Smile turned into a grin. “When do I come over?”

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ageofevermore · 4 years

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can i pls request more rudy little sister pls... i just feel like he would be the best big brother especially to a sister. maybe like him helping her through depression/anxiety or advice about relationships thank u

thank you for the request! and i will def be doing the relationship advice one as well! x

He had her to thank for the authenticity of his performance. He had gone to her about the softest of subjects and listened as she debriefed the illnesses that corrupted her common sense from time to time. A topic she was usually close minded towards.

Stepping into the role of JJ Maybank was what he had worked for as an actor, however it left him with a heavy responsibility to authentically bring to life the struggle of an abuse victim. She had never been caught up in the web of mistreatment, however her mind was tinted with the degrading self reflections of an anxiety disorder. She walked him through the breakdowns that hit at random times, the depressive lows that struck for weeks at a time, and the hyperactive highs that caused concern. She told her about her triggers, how sometimes it was an unexpected touch, or a conversational topic; explained to him the delicacy of coping with unfortunate events. She poured herself out to him, and he had never been more appreciative of her. It hadn’t just given him a better understanding of JJ’s tendencies, but for the first time, he was truly seeing who his little sister was as her own person. She was incredibly strong minded and determined, something he never doubted but didn’t know the true extent of.

As kids they did everything together, thick as thieves despite the nearly five year age difference. When she started breaking away from the bulk of her family, riddled with insecurities and insufferable mental anguish, he took it harder then she had when they finally had the diagnosees. Depression and anxiety had stripped him of a lively sister willing to leave the confines of their alaskan ranch in the dead of midnight to build snowmen, but he had found her again after nearly two years of her own self discovery and realignment.

She had been in Charleston for a few weeks now, studying beneath her brother's boss who had been kind enough to extend her an internship opportunity upon hearing of her interest in film creation. She had been reluctant to take the job, knowing how hard Rudy had worked to score the role, she never wanted to undermine his efforts and so easily feed off of what he had made for himself. It had taken almost three weeks for Rudy and Jonas to convince her to fly down to South Carolina after her last day of school, and spend the summer months of her educational holiday wrapped up in script composure and production.

It had been a feel good job for the most part, but as she woke in the apartment meant to be solely her brothers and Chase’s, her heart felt heavy in her chest with impossible guilt she thought she squandered months prior. It wasn’t the first time she had woken with an impossible weight on her chest, but it was the first time since leaving Alaska that she felt guilt for working off of what Rudy had made. She recited to herself as often as she could that feeling bad was ridiculous, she wasn’t getting paid, and her name wasn’t being included in the ending cards, it was all educational, however the more she told herself that the more she felt insignificant. She felt small in the social setting, a longing for Alaska taking her captive.

Had her blonde hair not brushed against Chases shoulder on her way to the door, neither male would have noticed her presence. She was silent on her journey to her vans, character clad feet slipping on the hardwood until she found a snug home in her white slip ons.

“Josie,” Her brother called for her just before she could slip through the front door without so much of a goodbye to either male, “Why don’t you come with us today?” Chase suggested before Rudy could propose the same argument.

In the two months since her arrival, Chase had come to be a fourth brother to the soft spoken, strong-willed, determined Alaskan girl who every so often gave into the nightmares living within her mind. He hated seeing her so withdrawn from the social settings he and Rudy created. He had known her for only a few months, but she had been transparent about the telltale signs of her struggle. Rudy sighed when he watched her brow crinkle in rejection, before she forced a smile at the two of them and was on her way to Lilah’s, the same as it was every morning. Only this time, she left her happiness lingering somewhere in the guest bedroom.

Chase and Rudy shared a look, the men knowing the great difficulties of understanding little sisters -- especially little sisters who thought they didn’t deserve help when they were drowning.

She was laughing with Madison and Lilah when Madelyn and JD came into the trailer, wide grins on their sweaty overworked faces. The day had just paused for lunch, and upon seeing the hazy film in her eyes, Jonas had insisted that she join the cast for their lunch break. Usually that didn’t happen, as she was either at another location working in the office space, or she was shadowing a few of the directors and producers while everyone else ate in the tents adjacent to the Tanneyhill set.

JD attacked the blonde girl in a tight squeeze, having missed her cold and cuddly embraces. The girls hands and feet were always cold as a mid-winter alaskan icicle, a refresher after spending many hours beneath the unrelenting Charleston sunlight. They were all crammed into a single trailer, hot, sweaty bodies pressed together trying to enjoy the light circulation of the air conditioning.

“What’a’do girl?” Drew exclaimed, hand outstretched ready to clap against hers. Their fingers curled against each other in a classic brotherly embrace, and she cringed away from the clammy skin of his palms against her knuckles.

“That’s absolutely disgusting.” She cringed, shrieking in laughter when Drew advanced and rubbed his sweaty hands down her bare thighs, sending her shaking body into JD’s lap. The boy that had previously been fondling her icy hands in content, groaned at the sudden presence of her weight against softer parts of his body. “Sorry, Jed.”

“You’re not with the production team today?” Lilah asked, leaning over and snagging the iced tea that had been in Madelyn’s hands. The two blondes shared playful looks of annoyance before listening to her shrug her shoulders, “I got told that I could take lunch.”

She watched Lilah frown, having known the way her father worked and understanding that he usually never gave his interns time to breathe. He liked feeding them all the opportunities and information he could whilst simultaneously running around like a chicken with his head cut off.

“So did Elaine.” Austin hummed, having been beside the brunette intern when she was gifted with the rare break of lunch. A weight was lifted off of her shoulders, the paranoia that Jonas was fed up with her hazy mindset slipping away into a dark corner.

She smiled at the beautiful people around her, somehow displaced from the utopia of opportunities sitting right beneath her fingertips.

As she laid in bed that night, head cloudy with the madness of what her life had become, the bedroom door opened allowing a passage of light to coat the midnight walls gold. She shifted from her curled up position, eyeing the blonde figure as they moved through the night and surrendered to the shadow of the moon.

“Hey.” He whispered as he slung himself against the length of the bed, nuzzling beneath the covers and turning so her was face to face with her. In the darkness he couldn’t see the tracks of moisture against her cheeks, but he knew her well enough to recognize the tremble of her shoulders.

“Hey.” She mumbled back, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand, annoyed with the tickle of a tear beneath her eyelashes. “Sorry.”

Rudy frowned, searching for her hand in the dead of the darkness and bringing warmth to her anxiously cold digits. She always ran colder when she was anxious, and he couldn’t help but brush his hand along her arm on certain days when she was giving off a mix of warning signs and hormones. “What are you sorry for?”

“Feeling like this.” She sniffled, “I know you told me you didn’t do jack shit, but I just feel like you worked for this. This is your dream. I feel like I'm piggybacking and that’s the last thing I want.”

Rudy frowned, wishing he could somehow just prove to her that this wasn’t just some charity work being thrown out to younger siblings in need of a little motivation. Jonas had seen her previous projects and aspiring indie films. He had asked Rudy about your willingness to join him for an internship, but of course Rudy had never told her that while performing a background check on him, Josh and Jonas had stumbled upon her. It just never seemed relevant in the grand scheme of things. But, he told her that now, and though it didn’t lift the heavy guilt or ease her mind, she took it into consideration so that hopefully, sometime soon, she would be confident enough to realize she wasn’t just some charity case related to Rudy Pankow.

— 𝐛𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

#rudy’s younger sister #rudy pankow fluff #rudy pankow sister #rudy pankow #madelyn cline #madison bailey #chase stokes #austin north #drew starkey #outer banks cast #outer banks #outer banks blurb #rudy pankow blurb #rudy pankow imagine #jj maybank

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senpaiisimp · 3 years

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Stability

~Oikawa Torū x Reader~

「reader doesn’t know what to do for college」

This was very self indulgent; my college prep is starting soon and I have no clue what I even want to do

This went way longer than I wanted it too, very much a mess. 「Kinda lost the plot」

Being at the end of your high school life was scary. However nothing is scarier than being at the end and having no idea of what your going to do with your life. All your friends know what to do but your over here stressing over it

It’s a huge deal to choose what you want to do for the rest of your life so why can’t you just have a moment to try and figure it out without people hovering over your shoulder every minute. You distanced yourself from people cause they just wouldn’t back off about anything and your fear of the distant future was not helping at all.

Parents,teachers, and even random old people who apparently know you have started asking you every chance they get. ‘Where are you going to college.. what are you gonna major in’ and all that jazz. It’s not like you haven’t thought about what to do, it’s just that nothing is clicking.

Oikawa bring the observant person that he is noticed as fast as he could. He always knew he was going to be playing volleyball for as long as he could. His passion since he was young still hasn’t gone away why was he going to listen to the people trying to tell him how to live his life. He loved two things you and volleyball, straight and simple to the point.

He was training all week so he couldn’t be there immediately but today he finally took a break and decided to come over for a visit. He tried calling you to let you know he was on the way but you didn’t answer so he assumed you were studying.

Knocking on you front door felt different when you didn’t come to greet him like always. Instead your mother answered with a solemn look in her eyes, oikawa immediately noticed and figured something terrible has happened.

“Hi L/N-san, is everything okay?” Oh how your mother was thankful for his presence. She loved him almost as much as she loved you, practically begged him to marry you everytime he came over but today was not one of those days. “Oikawa-San! Thank god your here.Um could you check on Y/N, they haven’t come out of their room all week and won’t respond to anything we say to them.” Your mother explained.

You’d chosen to hide from everyone because the stress was weighing on you super hard. You forgot to eat and do anything else for your body, you didn’t think anything of it while you were in the panic. Stress comes in many forms and you didn’t have the mental strength to deal with it right now, you just wanted to stay in your hole and be left alone.

Your boyfriend, Oikawa, on the other hand was upset to learn this fact. For the amount of times you’ve stopped him from overworking himself, making sure he ate and didn’t practice into ungodly hours of the night this wasn’t something he’d expect from you. “I’ll be going up now.” He said as he made his way to your room. He tried to open it but it was locked “duh, think think.... bathroom!” You always had a key in the bathroom in case you locked yourself out, Oikawa thanks your past forgetfulness.

Entering your room was like walking into a maze. All the pillows and blankets from your bed set up into what look like a blanket fort he and Iwa would make when they were younger. After seeing this he could tell you were definitely worried about the future since whenever you talked about the future at school you’d start talking about things you did as a kid. “An adorable dork.” He silently said as he made his way to the front of the tent

You were laying in the blanket fort watching the never changing make-shift ceiling with headphones over your ears. Your face looks like you were crying for hours on end. He slowly sat down next to you so he didn’t startle you and slowly waved his hand over your face.

You still jumped cause 1. The door was supposed to be locked and 2. A random hand in front of your face was scary at anytime of the day. “T-torū? How did you get in here?” You questioned. He stared at you for a little before explaining his entry to your room. You nodded then it got silent with you not knowing what to say and Torū trying to find the words to figure out what’s wrong.

“ You’ve been avoiding people and you didn’t answer my message earlier. You probably didn’t see it but that’s fine.” He said slowly trying not to provoke you. He knew when your anxious he has to be slow and patient with you as much as he can, this isn’t the first time you’ve had a breakdown where you disregarded everyone else while trying to get your mind to slow down. He’s had anxiety attacks before due to volleyball, he knows how it can feel when other people try to talk with you. He has Iwa to help him in those situations so it was his turn to help you.

“We should watch an alien movie.. or should we watch (favorite movie)? I think the alien movie would be more fun but I don’t mind either.” He said while going to look at your movies. “Torū, I’d rather not. I’m fine you can go home.” You said trying to get him to leave, being alone was what you wanted right now. “Well alright, I’ll take my leave then. See you later.” He answered back nonchalantly after giving you a kiss on the cheek. He left the room without hesitation, not even looking back.

He wasn’t actually going to leave, he was just going downstairs to heat up some food. He knows it may feel like you have to do everything by yourself but it’s better to have a team of two then no team at all. You on the other hand were freaking out again. “Did I push him away? Why didn’t he stop? I have to go!” You were about to get up when he opened the door again with a smile. “Would you like me to come back? I brought some food.” You nodded, greatful that he didn’t leave you.

“I’m sorry for telling you to go away. I’m just stressed out over future stuff...” You said sadly, you hated putting your burden on other people. Especially with someone as busy as Torū. He seemed to sense this and pulled you into his lap as he sat down. “ Your worried about college stuff right. You nodded.Well if you don’t know right now that’s okay, we live our lives to find out about ourselves...” He spoke as held you in his arms, enjoying your warmth as he collected his thoughts.

He took a breath before continuing. ”I guess now would be a good time to tell you.. I’m going to Argentina for volleyball.. I didn’t want to tell you yet since it might stress you out even more. I’d love to have you by my side for as long as possible. You don’t have to decide now but you could come with me.. ” He paused trying to gauge if you were alright with all the new information coming from him. He had a plan even if you didn’t want to go with him though it would make him a little sad. He waited for your response with his nerves starting to bundle up

*sniff* A sniffle came form you and he started to freak.” Y/N! I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ He started trying to apologize thinking he stressed you out even more. However that was not the case, he just gave you the option of stability that you have been looking for. You turned and smiled at him with the little tears trickling down your face.“I think that’d be great love. Thank you..” You smiled and hugged him which he gladly returned.

My personal stress reliever

The end (^｡^)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu time skip #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa torū #toruu oikawa #haikyuu setters #haikyuu fluff

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a burnt / exploded badger primary + badger secondary model

Hi! Ive been looking at this amazing sorting concept for a while now, but every time i try to sort myself i get stuck. I think im either a burnt snake primary that models lion or a burnt lion primary that models snake, but im unsure about which one.

All right, let’s see what you’ve got.

I was pretty involved in a student club and took up bartending duty, which i really liked because it was a place to have casual social interaction with people without going to the trouble of figuring out how to be friends (which i am Bad at since i can remember, ive like 3 friends and i try to talk to them monthly but more feels exhausting). But a side effect of being a bartender is that drunk people share their entire life story and trauma with you which i quite enjoy once in a while, its quite flattering if people trust you enough to talk to you about personal things and its interesting to learn more about how they work as a person.

So you’re telling me you have a Badger secondary, or at least a Badger secondary model. And three good friends who you check in with monthly doesn’t sound like such a bad set up? If that’s what you want/need, you’re good in my book. But there’s definitely some kind of angst surrounding “making friends” which seems like an outside influence. I’m keeping an eye on that as I read.

But if it happens a lot when you sleep way less than you should it quickly becomes exhausting.

Okay. Lack of self-care. Particularly of the “overworked” variety. That is something that Badger primaries usually really struggle with. You might want to take a look at Exploded Badger Primary, honestly.

I once had a breakdown over that i knew too many suffering people and that i couldnt help them all.

This is either the breakdown of a Badger primary, or a really really really Badger-flavored Lion. (and probably we’re still talking Badger).

I sometimes got angry at people who dumped all their trauma and fears on me but didn't once asked me about how I was feeling, or if they did and I answered with "bad" they quickly changed the subject.

Oh. Problems with boundaries. That’s one of the traits that Badger primaries and secondaries tend to share.

Not sure if that one is more about me having Bad Friends or me seeing friendship as a transactional thing

This makes me think that your Badger secondary might be a model

I know seeing friendship as transactional is a Bad Immoral thing and I'm trying not to see it as such.

It’s interesting that you frame this in such right/wrong, Lion-y language. But this idea “viewing friendships as being a means to an end is fundamentally immoral” - that’s much more of a Badger primary thing than a Lion primary thing.

but these friendships were imbalanced which did not feel fair to me.

If Lions value authenticity and Snakes value freedom, Badgers value fairness. (I’m still trying to figure out that *one* thing Birds value.)

Another thing is that i never cared much for family. I was raised with a "friends are temporary, family is forever" mindset, which I did not quite vibe with. I hung out with my sisters all the time, but I'm not sure if that was out of choice or out of necessity, if other people just didnt Get me the same way they did or if I thought so and therefore didnt try to make other friends.

You’ve got a slightly insular, very Snake primary family culture - but you yourself don’t seem to have a single Snake bone in your entire body.

It's probably me acting out against my parents way after puberty (where I did not act out, since I knew acting out was what the Wrong kind of people did and I was Better than that).

Here’s that moralistic language again. This instinct “to not act out” really does seem like it’s coming from you and not your parents. And I this idea of “the wrong kind of people” is really Badger. Badger primaries are so interested in community, which makes them especially likely to categorize like that.

after i moved out that I joined the student association, to show that friends did exist and being in large groups of non family people could be a good thing.

‘After I moved out I joined a large community, to show my Snake primary family that this is a legitimate way to exist.’ Badger.

In family gatherings, me and my sisters were always seen as "the kids" and people never treated us as full conversation partners. (Its getting better, but we've been Full Grown Adults for a while now and are all living by ourselves now, that should have happened way sooner). I never minded that much tho, I was fine by playing with my baby cousins and participating in the performative steps of small talk until visits were over.

I’m thinking that this badger secondary is definitely an unhealthy model.

Then there are my thoughts about the question "what would you do if you realized everything you thought and believed was wrong". A while ago, there was a huge argument in my friend group from the student association and it fell apart. At the same time, a situation happened in my family which caused me to not exactly break completely with them, since I am trying to fix it out of a sense of obligation, but it almost happened.

Oh my, a stressed out Badger. This is a situation that would hit a Badger primary really, really, really hard.

This started me believing that a large group of people which are yours, or a goal/cause you chose for yourself, is wrong because people will let you down and abandon you.

This is so Burnt Badger.

people will abandon you if your actions are wrong enough, or try to force you to change your decisions if they disagree with them enough

Just a guess, but I think you’ve been dealing with some Lion primaries. This is the kind of thing that a really intense Lion would do.

people will abandon you as soon as you are not longer useful to them, and dont want to play the desired role they expect you to anymore.

Oh no. We’ve got some more Exploded Badger right here. ‘My worth is my usefulness’

I only started to think about "who am I?" And "what do I want?" At university, where I made a few decisions (which I do not regret a bit) which made me sleep way less than I should which caused me to stop reflecting and thinking about myself, and then the Incident happened.

There’s an aspect of both the Badger primary and the Badger secondary which functions like a mirror. It’s so powerful, but if you’re not careful you can lose yourself. It sounds like you’re on the right track though, it really does.

after which I spent all my time and energy trying to Fix it, and now that I realize that I can't I am so far away from who I am as a person that the easiest way to exist is to shape myself in whatever form is desired.

That’s the Badger secondary (or the badger secondary model) talking. I’m a Badger secondary, and I modeled Badger primary for a long time. I’ve spent so much time trying to Fix It. But you can’t. You can’t fix other people. They have to fix themselves.

But I'm not sure if the code switching I do is who I am that has revealed itself by me having nothing left, or a coping mechanism I picked up to stop people from getting disappointed by me while figuring out who I really am.

That settles it. You definitely have a badger secondary model. And there’s something else is under there.

#sortinghatchats #badger primary #badger secondary #double badger #badger secondary model #burnt badger primary #exploded badger primary #sort me #wisteria sorts

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legendary-defender-of-fandoms · 4 years

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Gravity Falls Theory - Bill Cipher CANNOT Lie

Plenty of characters, fans, and even Gravity Falls writers have called Bill a liar. But Bill strikes me more as an old-school Fae. He can’t outright lie, but he can find all sorts of ways to bend the truth to APPEAR like he’s lying. For proof, let’s look at all of his appearances.

Dreamscaperers - Bill’s Debut

Bill was always a part of the show, but he didn’t receive his official debut until Gideon summoned him to “enter the mind of Stanford Pines & steal the code to his safe.” Bill laughed, then repeated “Stan Pines” to himself as he mulled over the deal. Bill KNEW that the man Gideon called “Stanford Pines” wasn’t the real Stanford Pines, and Bill never called Stan “Stanford.” He called him “Stan,” or “your uncle” when he was talking to the kids, and told Gideon he’d “help him with this” in exchange for Gideon’s help later on, but never said he would go into “Stanford’s” mind.

Granted, later in the episode Bill disguised himself as Soos to better track the Mystery Twins as they hunted for the code to the safe, but he never claimed to be Soos. In fact, it’s impossible to pin down precisely when Bill subs in for Soos. Most fans theorize the Soos who came across the memory of Stan going into the secret room behind the vending machine was Bill, since Bill already knew Stan’s secret and would declare the Portal “boring” and move on to more useful or entertaining secrets. And Fae that are incapable of verbally lying have been known to cast glamours & illusions to trick mortal victims.

Sock Opera

When Bill returned in Season 2, he offered Dipper a way to get into the mysterious laptop and “unlock the secrets of the universe” in exchange for a puppet. Unfortunately, once Dipper accepted the deal, Bill seized control of his body & smashed the laptop. At first glance, it appears Bill was lying to Dipper about his deal. But let’s break it down.

Bill said he wanted a puppet, but took Dipper’s body instead. Yes, he led Dipper to believe he wanted a SOCK puppet, but he was never specific. And to Bill, a “being of pure energy,” the human body may seem like nothing but a meat puppet.

Bill said he would give Dipper access to the laptop & the secrets it contained, then smashed it. Bill CLAIMED he did it to keep Dipper from getting too close to “some major answers,” but smashing the laptop also led Dipper to discovering that it was invented by Old Man McGucket, leading to information about Fiddleford’s past, his relationship with The Author, and the Portal in the basement of the Mystery Shack. Bill may have wanted to keep Dipper off his case, but he was bound by the rules of the Deal & his own inability to lie, so he found the most inconvenient way to uphold his end of the bargain while keeping Dipper in the dark.

And like when he impersonated Soos in “Dreamscaperers,” Bill!Dipper never claimed to be Dipper. He just let everyone assume he was Dipper.

The Last Mabelcorn & Journal 3

I’m combining these into one section, since they both cover the same information.

After some poorly chosen memories & paranoia led to Dipper discovering Stanford’s past with Bill, Ford finally came clean about how he met Bill & created the Portal.

According to Ford, Bill introduced himself as a muse who “chose one brilliant mind a century to inspire.” He also led Ford to believe that all of the weirdness in Gravity Falls was caused by extra dimensional weirdness leaking into our world from his, and building a transdimensional portal would help Ford understand more about the universe & anomalies. And Ford trusted Bill completely, worshipping him as a god, until Fiddleford got a peek into Bill’s Nightmare Realm during the first disastrous test run of the Portal. Ford accused Bill of lying to him, but let’s once again break down what Bill said.

Bill called himself a muse, a source of inspiration for others. And in some ways, he’s right. Granted, he mostly inspired chaos, paranoia, and destruction, but inspiration is inspiration. And Ford was far from the first one to fall for Bill’s flattery - his past victims include the Native Americans who originally settled Gravity Falls (who created the cave paintings warning against his tricks & the Prophecy Zodiac), the ancient Egyptians (who created the Pyramids to appease/honor Bill), George Washington (who included the one-eyed triangle on the currency, again to appease/honor the insane triangle deity he’d been plagued by), and Stanley Kubrick (whose psychological thrillers may have been inspired by Bill’s own psychotic nature). So Bill calling himself a “muse” was the truth, From A Certain Point of View.

Bill claimed all the weirdness on Earth was caused by transdimensional leaks. Ford later realized Gravity Falls itself was a magnet for anomalies, but he never got the answer for where the anomalies came from in the first place. The comic “Lost Legends,” though, confirms that The Boiling Isles & Eda the Owl Lady from “The Owl House” are part of the same multiverse as Gravity Falls, and Eda told Luz that every myth in the human realm was caused by a little of the magic of The Boiling Isles leaking into the other dimension. If that’s true for her dimension, it could be true for other dimensions.

Bill said Ford would gain a better understanding of the multiverse if he built the Portal. And again, Bill was right. Granted, Bill’s intent was to bring all of his weirdness to Gravity Falls & turn everything in that dimension inside-out to suit his whims. But getting shoved into the Portal & spending 30 years on a transdimensional revenge road trip did open Ford’s eyes to the wonders of the multiverse & give him new insight into many mysteries.

Again, these are all truths. Twisted truths, but truths nonetheless.

Dipper & Mabel vs The Future

This is the last major source of lies for Bill, but I want to touch on it real quick.

After a heartbroken Mabel ran away from Dipper, she retreated into Sweater Town & wished summer could last forever. A nervous voice said “that might be possible,” then entreated Mabel to listen to his offer. “Blendin” walked out of the trees, saying “M-M-Mabel, it’s me.” He then told Mabel that, because she once did a favor for him, he was willing to “bend the rules” and give her a Time Bubble where summer could last as long as she wanted, but he could only do it if he has a “small thing” from Ford’s workshop. The “small thing” turned out to be the Dimensional Rift (which Mabel knew NOTHING about, so shut up jerks who still blame her for Weirdmageddon), and after “Blendin” smashed the Dimensional Rift, he revealed himself to be Bill piloting Blendin’s body & trapped Mabel in a dream bubble with a snap of his fingers. Last breakdown, I promise.

How did Bill get inside Blendin’s body to begin with? Again, Journal 3 has all the answers. Blendin wrote a coded letter to Dipper & Mabel explaining that after Globnar, everyone in the Time Enforcement Bureau wouldn’t stop teasing him. Even Time Baby gave him a hard time about being beaten by a couple of kids. One night, Blendin had a dream about a certain triangle who promised to get everyone off of Blendin’s back in exchange for a “little favor.” Blendin agreed before asking about the favor, and Bill upheld his end of the bargain by vaporizing Time Baby & the Time Police during Weirdmageddon.

“Blendin” never gave Mabel his name, or any details about the “favor” he owed her for. He let Mabel assume he was talking about using her victory in Globnar to restore his job & his hair instead of wishing him out of existence, but Bill could also have been referring to the events of Sock Opera, where Mabel’s obsession with impressing Gabe Benton led to Dipper being overworked, neglected, and perfectly primed to make a bad deal.

The Time Bubble. “Blendin” claimed he needed the Dimensional Rift in order to give Mabel her eternal summer, and he was right. Bill is a chaos demon with reality-warping abilities, but without a physical form in our world his powers only work in the Dream Time. By destroying the Rift, he made it possible for his powers to have lasting effects on the real world.

#gravity falls #bill cipher #meta #dreamscaperers #sock opera #journal 3 #the last mabelcorn #dipper & mabel vs the future #bill is fae #mabel pines did nothing wrong you guys are just being mean

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Storm of the Republic

Chapter 6

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Summary: When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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Arriving at the medical base, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Fives, Yara, and Tiplee entered the room where they were greeted by Kix, who was watching over Tup’s condition.

“Fives, Yara, what’s happening to me?” Yup asked, realising that he was strapped to his bed.

Fives and Yara exchanged a brief glance with each other as they focused on Tup. “You don’t remember?” the former raised his eyebrows.

“No,” he denied, unsure of what he meant.

“You murdered General Tiplar,” Yara told him the truth, much to his surprise.

“What? No, that’s not possible,” Tup shook his head, as he tried to wriggle free from his current position. “I would never, I could never…”

“Tup, you did,” Fives grabbed his hand, stopping him. He wished it never happened, but unfortunately, there was nothing he or Yara could do to change the past.

“I don’t, I don’t understand,” he expressed his agitation, prompting the medical droid to reach for a syringe beside him. “How could this happen? What’s happening to me, Fives?”

His body was jittering as the medical droid injected the syringe on the right side of his neck, causing him to scream for help three times until his pulse level decreased. Yara looked at her younger brother, crushed by his conditions.

She had never seen him like this before. Usually, Tup was shy and quiet, but he put on a brave face and fared well in battle. The closest thing Yara had seen to Tup’s fearful face was on Umbara, where he was struggling to execute her, along with Fives and Jessy.

Poor Tup, she pitied him. I’ve never seen him like this before.

“What do you think happened?” Rex raised the question to Anakin, who was rubbing the back of his head.

“I wish I knew,” Ahsoka hoped for answers.

He turned to Kix, who was holding a datapad. “Did you check all of his scans?”

“Well, all of his scans are clear,” Kix answered his general. “As far as I can tell, this is combat-related stress. It seems he’s had some sort of breakdown.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Yara slapped her forehead, hearing that from an experienced medic. “Combat-related stress? Is that what you came up with?”

Rex couldn’t believe it either. “Kix, you should know better. We were designed to withstand any stress.”

“I agree,” Fives chimed in, shifting his focus towards them. “He doesn’t seem to remember what happened. It’s like he’s sick, or drugged.”

“Well, it could be a virus, a toxin,” Kix shrugged, speculating about the potential cause of Tup’s odd behaviour. “I can’t be certain.”

Looking at Tup, who was dozed off, Anakin gestured to his team towards the exit. “Let’s talk outside.”

“Yes, master,” Ahsoka acknowledged, as they headed outside the medical bay. As Fives was the last to walk out of the room, the door hissed behind him, prompting Anakin to continue with what he wanted to say back then.

“You mean the enemy could have made him do this?”

“It’s a possibility,” Tiplee shrugged. “There have been rumors that the Empire has been trying to develop an anti-clone virus, biological warfare.”

“It could be possible,” Yara said. “That could explain why Tup killed Master Tiplar on the battlefield.”

“Listen,” Kix calmed them down. “We aren’t equipped for this type of situation. He’ll have to be taken back to Kamino. Only then, you will have your answers.”

Ahsoka shook her head in disagreement. “The Empire shut down the cloning facility on Kamino. Going there wouldn’t be the best idea.”

“I agree with Commander Tano,” Yara acknowledged. “For all we know, the Empire would ambush us there.”

Anakin groaned, figuring out a better solution for Tup. Both of them made a good point. Since he suspected the Empire was behind all of this, it would make perfect sense if they found an alternative treatment for his men instead.

As the Jedi pondered, he thought about Jedi Healer Cinta Kaarim back at base, who could treat her patient. Before that, she helped Commander Tori’s child, Frieda, with her speech therapy and also assisted Obi-Wan with a stomach bug as well. Master Kaarim is our only hope right now.

“I have an idea,” Anakin spoke. “And it’s a superb one.”

“It better be,” Ahsoka crossed her arms, knowing that her master’s plan worked half the time.

“Trust me, Snips, it’s a good idea this time,” he assured his Padawan, placing his hand on her shoulder. “We could send Tup back to base instead. Master Kaarim can handle it from there.”

She smiled at him. “I have to admit, that is a good idea. Besides, Master Kaarim is the only medical doctor we can trust right now.”

Kix nodded in unison with General Skywalker’s solution. “Alright, we’ll send Tup back to base and hopefully, we’ll get answers from there.”

“Can Yara and I come along?” Fives volunteered. “Tup is our friend, and right now, he needs someone to watch his back.”

Anakin and Ahsoka glanced at Rex, who then let out an exhale. “Alright, but everything must be done by the book,” Rex stated. “You both need to stay by his side at all times. I don’t want anymore slip-ups.”

“Yes, sir,” saluted Yara. “We won’t let you down.”

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Marching through the base, Tori held Frieda as the little girl's eyes wandered around, looking at the Republic soldiers working around the base. Some of them were refuelling their ships for the next battle, while others were walking in and out of the base, reporting their status to their superiors.

“Mama, look,” the child pointed at the Jedi Cruiser hovering above them, making Tori’s lips curled upward.

“That’s a ship up there,” she described to her. “It’s protecting us from the bad guys.”

Hopefully, it’s protecting us, Tori fancied, not wanting Frieda to succumb to cynicism like her.

Tori never felt alone since the Battle of Coruscant. No matter how much she fought in every battle, the galaxy turned their backs on them. No one is coming to save the tide of the war. They had to rely on each other for support instead.

So far, with General Arin Sallis leading the 101st Battalion, their luck seemed to improve. Being an experienced soldier, Arin has proven herself to be an effective leader towards her troops. Despite her strictness, Arin has a soft spot for the clones and children, which shows in her attitude.

Odd Eye could also say the same towards her new general, Erina Almarez-Guttierez. Unlike Arin, however, Erina was temperate and calm, just like how Erhan was. Her partner, General Raul Antonio Gomez, who led the 197th Battalion, was supportive, which depicted the relationship between the two battalions.

The Coruscant Guard is entrusted under the care of Marshal Commander Fox himself, with supervision from General Nara Brinks, who worked for the Galactic Republic long before Palpatine was in office.

Though Nara was hard, Fox got along with his new boss well. She was straightforward with her command and cared about the clones under her wings. As he entered the main headquarters, the elderly Palliduvan woman greeted him with a grandmotherly smile on her face, making Fox feel at ease.

“How’s my favourite commander doing?” she asked him, giving him a hug. “I hope you have plenty of rest for yourself.”

”I’ve rested in an adequate amount, sir,” he said honestly. “Thank you very much.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Riyo spoke, much to Fox’s delight. “He tends to overwork himself too much.”

“You know what they say, old habits die hard,” he teased her, gazing at her with loving eyes. “But what’s this all about, anyway?”

“We intercepted a call from Coruscant,” Arin stepped out of the shadow, her hands guarded behind her. Tori straightened her posture and gave her a salute in respect.

“General Sallis, to what do I owe you for my pleasure?”

The red half-Twi’lek glanced at Frieda and shook her little hands. “Hello darling, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Frieda said, making her beam with joy.

“Anyway,” the general cleared her throat, shifting her focus towards Fox. “Senator Amidala had reached out to us through a secure line. It appears she had requested for Commander Fox’s help.”

Fox’s eyes widened when he heard Padmé’s name mentioned in the briefing, switching him into bodyguard mode. “Senator Amidala had tried to contact me? Is she alright, General? Is she safe?”

“She is, Fox,” Erina comforted him. “But it won’t be long before the Empire finds out. I will play the message for you.”

Gesturing to Arin and Nara, the hijabi woman played the message, though the Naboo senator’s face was not visible. “Commander Fox, if you’ve received this message, then my life is in danger,” Padmé relayed. “Unfortunately, we don’t have time in our hands. Ever since Count Dooku had taken control of the Senate, he had been restricting our rights to exercise as a citizen of the Galactic Empire, including the freedom of speech.”

“With the Chancellor gone, his death has been covered up by the current administration. He promised he will be transparent about the case, but so far, there was nothing mentioned about it so far. There are senators demanding answers on Palpatine’s death, but all Dooku did was to deprive them of their voices.”

“Commander Fox, as someone who was in charge of the case, I need you to return to Coruscant and help me find the murderer of Chancellor Palpatine. The clues that you have found would be useful to connect the dots. This investigation is the only way to defeat Dooku and end this war as soon as possible. Padmé, out.”

As the transmission ended, Fox blinked twice as he tried to process her speech. This is insane, he thought. I have to return to Coruscant to continue the investigation? This is suicide.

“Well, that was intense,” Tori expressed her opinion. “I mean, what are the odds that Foxy has to return to Coruscant undetected?”

“He won’t be alone,” Riyo said. “I’ll be accompanying him on his trip to Coruscant. He needs all the help he can get.”

“Riyo, you shouldn’t-”

“Padmé is my friend, and I’m willing to risk it to help her out. Besides, we can get her out of Coruscant. It’s safer here.”

Fox relented to her determination, knowing that there was nothing he could do to convince her otherwise.

“Tori and Dipper will also join you as well,” Arin disclosed, leaving Fox rolling his eyes in despair.”

“Is that really necessary? I can just take Thire and Hyewon with me instead.”

“They have proven themselves useful before,” Nara defended her choice. “Besides, I’m dispatching the rest of the Coruscant Guard on Hucora with the 212th, 197th, and 666th.”

”So that’s where we’re going,” Odd Eye spoke, crossing her arms.

“Mina, Cody, Raul, and General Kenobi will be here soon,” Erina noted. “They’re currently on an errand.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I guess I’ll tell Dipper everything after this,” Tori shrugged. “So, what’s the plan for getting there?”

“You will be disguised in your civilian attire,” Arin briefed them. “Once you arrive on Coruscant, any form of long-range communication will be cut off.”

“So we’re on our own?” Riyo raised her doubt.

“Unfortunately, yes, Senator, so you’ll have to stick together and make sure your presence isn’t known by Imperial authorities. If compromised, you’ll have to leave as soon as possible, with or without Senator Amidala. Am I understood?”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Fox replied.

“And don’t trust anyone,” Nara advised. “We don’t want any trouble for all of us.”

“I understand, generals,” Tori responded.

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joy1579 · 4 years

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overworked

hey sooooo I have a bad habit of working myself too hard. by this i mean i will work and keep accepting new responsibilities until I either have a mental breakdown (panic attack, depressive episode, or something else I cant work through) or a physical breakdown (pneumonia, broken bone, passing out) its a really bad habit that I’m sure stems from low self esteem or some BS but I don't really wanna FIX it I’d much rather just write a story about MC doing the same thing and being comforted by Jumin.

and since that's cheaper and easier to schedule than an appointment with my councilor, that's what I did.

hope ya’ll enjoy!!!

you where working harder than ever. you were helping yoosung study, helping connect Zen with new roles, promoting V’s newest collection, you had even taken over most of the RFA party planning from jaehee. then every evening when jumin got home you would greet him with your biggest smile rushing into his arms like a man in the desert rushes to water. he could see how hard you where working and he watched you accept more responsibility every day. it seemed like every evening you were telling him about one more thing someone had asked of you. you stayed up later woke earlier and he would have said something if it weren’t for your smile, so brilliant and dazzling. you seemed so eager to please so happy to help and he knew you enjoyed working. you, like him didn’t cope well with boredom. so he let it slide choose simply to do everything he could to support you.

until one day he got a call from zen. “get over to my place now. MC is, she’s locked herself in the bathroom she won’t talk to me. you know I hate to ask for help but i think she needs you”. jumin was there in a flash knocking gently on the door to zens bathroom.

when you didn’t answer he called to you “MC I know your in there it’s me can you let me in”

“I’m fine jumin”

“darling I can hear your voice shaking it’s okay to be upset but I’d like to hold you. will you let me do that?” he heard the lock click and was inside in an instant door closed behind him. you were in his arms and he was gently rubbing your back as you sobbed into his chest. “you don’t have to talk now but you should know you can tell me anything”. it took nearly an hour for you to calm down and in that time jumin had moved you to zens couch where you sat in his lap and burried your face in his suit. zen had let himself out when he saw the scene worried his presence might make things awkward for you. you heard the door open as zen returned and you wiped hastily at your cheeks trying to make yourself at least semi presentable.

“i’m sorry zen i was supposed to help you practice but all i did was cause trouble” you where still trying to calm your breathing but at least the tears had stopped. jumin stood with you as you tried to straighten yourself out.

zen set a hand on your shoulder “MC don’t apologize just, tell us what’s up. jumins so worried you can almost see him frown”. you wanted to tell zen everything was fine but the words caught in your throat and you stopped short to blink back the fresh tears in your eyes.

“if i’m right zen, MC is simply exhausted i believe it’s been quite some time since she was able to rest. i’ll escort her home so i can help her relax some. thank you for calling me.”

jumins voice had an air of finality but his hands were gentle as he began to lead you away.

at the door jumin turned to zen and said a little gentler “I’ll call you if anything happens, and again, thank you for calling me.”

zen was frozen as the door shut behind you and jumin.

“damn trust fund kid! she’s may be his wife but she’s my friend too!”

at the pent house jumin drew you a bath and added one of your favorite bathbombs all the while never letting go of your hand

“jumin?” you asked. his head shot up from pouring you a glass of wine betraying just how concerned he really was under his calm and collected facade. “what if it’s my fault?” you asked shakily.

“what if what is your fault?”

“we’ve been trying for over a year to have a baby and, what if it’s my fault we haven’t been able to?”

“is that what’s been bothering you?” he asked handing you the wine and leading you to the edge of the bathtub to bathe.

“i didn’t want to think about it so,” you trailed off letting him fill in the blanks.

“so you decided to work. I understand that.” he sighed nodding somberly.

“probably better than anyone right?” you said offering a broken chuckle as he stripped you of your shirt. he began to undress as well before replying.

“you were helping zen with his new role today right? may i ask what it’s about?”

“that’s just it, zen is playing the husband of a woman who, she looses her baby jumin, and i thought” you could feel the tears threatening to return and jumin pulled you into the hot bath with him guiding you to lean back against his chest. he shushed you gently pressing a glass of chilled wine into your hand.

“i’ll make an appointment for a fertility specialist tomorrow. you know it’s just as likely to be my fault we’ve yet to conceive”

“no way my husband is as close to perfect as they come” you joked shakily before leaning your head back to nuzzle into his neck “thank you”

#mysme #mystic messenger #Jumin #jumin han #mm #mm jumin #jumin x mc #jumin mm #mysme jumin

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boopypastaissalty · 4 years

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Here sre some of my Sanders Sides theories. Long post btw so yee

Roman and Remus were originally one all-encompassing creativity, then they split and become the two different sides of creativity, or the "Creativitwins". Their names seem to follow a theme: Ancient Rome, specifically the legend surrounding the creation/beginning of Rome. I think that the original creativity's name was Romulus. Here's why: Remus killed Romulus over a land dispute and then started the city of Rome in his brother's name. Citizens of Rome are called Romans. Though it could be argued that Thomas's moral sense as a concept, not necessarily Patton, separated the two, thus "killing" the original creativity.

Patton may have suffered from anxiety and could have created Virgil as a way to relieve some of his stress, therefore making him Virgil's "dad" in a sense, in Patton's mind warranting him calling Virgil "kiddo" all the time.

We all know that Patton is allergic to cats, but what about the others? What are their weaknesses? My speculations are that Virgil is iron deficient, as he doesn't like to rise up because it makes him dizzy, he is also described by Roman to be the "fairest of them all" and then admitting it was a pale joke in Virgil's expense. Roman is lactose intolerant, as when Patton is feeding him cream of broccoli soup, Logan says that it will "upset Princey's stomach". Logan is OCD: Always planning and organizing things. He gets upset when things don't go exactly as he plans it. He also feels the need to always be right and to make sure everyone else is kept in line. Also: Patton seems to suffer from depression. Oftentimes depressed people crack jokes and give people the general idea that they are happy. They also try to make other people happy. Patton also sometimes gets into these sad funks and even says "I had this problem where I'd hide my less than awesome feelings, so when I would feel like sobbing I'd just smile and crack jokes. I thought that was coping, only joking, never showing sadness, hoping it would just go away".

The thumbnail for "Putting Others First - Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux" has a character selection screen telling the viewer to "select a side", but one thing I noticed is that there is a blank box, indicating a locked character or a character who hasn't been revealed yet. Another thing I noticed is that the sides have a rainbow theme going on. Thomas even says that he is "full rainbow all the time" as an allusion to his sexuality, and possibly even the sides in general. Roman is red, there is no known orange side, Janus is yellow, Remus is green, Patton is light blue, Logan is indigo, and Virgil is violet/purple. Red is the color of physical strength, power, confidence, and passion, which suits Roman's personality. Yellow can be happiness and joy, but also directly means cowardice and deceit, which is self explanatory. Green is a color of healing, life, and vitality, but the flip side being greed, jealousy, pessimism, and superficially. Blue is the color of trust, loyalty, faith, wisdom, truth, patience, and understanding, which sums Patton up pretty well. Indigo resembles wisdom, integrity, fairness, impartiality, and justice, which is all right up Logan's alley. Violet is the color of ambition, dignity, devotion, pride, mystery, independence, magic, being cynical, and mourning, which all makes sense in Virgil's case. Now to orange, which resembles joy, sunshine, risk taking, adventure, enthusiasm, creativity, attraction, success, rudeness, frivolity, and untrustworthiness, which is a balance of traits that both Roman and Remus have and directly resembles creativity, so orange could be a fusion of Roman and Remus, the original creativity before they split. Another possibility for the next side is someone who resembles ethos, as we have pathos and logos (Patton and Logan).

All the sides have an ancient Rome theme going on. Roman and Remus, after the legend surrounding the beginning of Rome. Virgil, after the Roman poet Publius Vergilius Maro, who is often called Virgil. Janus (formerly known as Deceit) after the Roman god of the same name (Janus is the god of new beginnings and transitions, often depicted with two faces facing in opposite directions, one for the past and one for the future). All of the sides except for Patton and Logan, whose names are derived from pathos and logos, an ancient Greek concept proposed by Aristotle. And have you noticed that they mirror each other in almost every way, suggesting that, much like Roman and Remus, they are brothers, possibly even twins?

Dukes tend to not be a part of the royal family, but if so they are princes who have gotten married. Does this mean that Remus is married?!?!? If so to whoooo?

Welcome to me overthinking things again! What if Roman has control over the other sides? Like he's creativity and the sides are figments of Thomas' imagination, so like what if one day he was just done with Logan's nonstop fact train he just (this is extreme) went: "Fuck you, Logan, you're dead now" and Logan straight up dies? Like where would his power end if he could do that? Overthinking things can be scary kids, let me do it for you.

If you overthink it: Patton basically just was like "Nah" in POF SvSR. So he said in SvS that going to the wedding would make Thomas feel good, something that he basically controls because he is Thomas' moral sense and at the center of most of his feelings. Basically Thomas went to the wedding and Patton was like: "This is nice and all and you did the right thing, but uhmmm about those happy feelings. No." And then got all sorts of frustrated about being wrong. So yee. I am just doing the overthinking things thing again.

What if creativity split solely as a big "Fuck you, Logan"? Like I just imagine: C: "Hey Logan, I'm performing mitosis"

L: "Yes, your cells- *he looks up* Whaaaaa?"

R&R: "Cha cha real smooth, Logan"

And thus the twins were "born"

Logan thinks feelings are bad and claims to not have feelings, even though he clearly does (cough, cough, Crofters the Musical? Getting angry in some episodes? Logan, you're a bad liar, bud). So he bottles up most of his feelings, for all practical purposes making him a ticking time bomb. Something's probably going to happen and he won't be able to hold it all in and he'll have an emotional breakdown of sorts. Another thing is he will not duck out. He knows he's too important to Thomas' mental wellbeing for that. He is also getting progressively more angry as the others listen to him less, so he's probably going to overwork himself trying to get everyone to listen to the point where he physically can't be there for Thomas. Cuz like I suspect Logan leaving would have the same effect as Thomas having a massive stroke: The right side of his body wouldn't work, he wouldn't be able to talk/communicate, and his reasoning skills would be gone.

Janus just loves philosophy. Every episode in the main timeline, he makes references to famous philosophers to get his point across.

Patton is always the first of the light sides to accept the dark sides. First with Virgil and then with Janus. He may be taking them in as his troubled but lovable children who he will defend under almost any circumstance.

Virgil's name is not Virgil. People think his full name is Virgilius, though Thomas and Joan have previously stated that it isn’t. Bc of that, some people have theorized that Virgil was lying about his name, or that when he moved to the “light sides” he changed/used a different name, and maybe they’re going to reveal that sometime. Like the scene with Remus and Vee where Re goes, “I would never hide anything from you” looks pointedly at Virgil, and you assume it’s bc he took forever to tell Thomas, but what if it’s bc he was lying about his name from the moment he told Thomas??? And also the moment when Janus says "It takes a liar to know a liar" and Virgil says "Don't" and the response was "What? I'm only talking about your name" I think his name could be Acanthus

Ya know, Patton probably has an indirect role in how the other sides look. Not like "But you're anxiety, you wear the hoodie" but closer to Thomas beliefs of stuff like lying is bad and the fact that Janus often plays devils advocate, so he has a snake face

Random thoughts:

Virgil has the most ace/demi aesthetic and I love that

SvS: Multi part episode, "bad/evil/dark" side gets accepted, the FEELS, angst. Hmmm…

The twins getting along and just like sitting at a table causing minor chaos.

Patton randomly hugs everyone. He just does.

Janus and Patton: animal bros

#long post #sanders sides theories #bc why not #yee #noodles speaks #noodles theorizes

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firesong-writes69 · 3 years

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new wip intro 2021

Title: “In the City of Dreams” (pending) - changed title to: “City of Dreams”

Genre: romance

Status: Incomplete, first draft, writing out plot

Synopsis: “An overworked college junior keeps a collection of origami stars. On the night she made exactly one thousand, filling up her mason jar, she’d move on from her mother’s passing. A musician with a fragile soul pours her emotions into her music. She’d much rather keep to herself, for fear of anyone learning about her past. They meet in the strangest way possible. Or, the one where everyone dreams of their soulmate and the more explicit the dreams become, the greater chance they have in meeting them in real life.”

Main Character(s):

Zinnia Lester. Prefers the name “Nia.” She/her/hers. 22 years old. Zinnia’s like any other college student; stressed, tired, and on the verge of having a mental breakdown after her lunch. She’d rather be doing ANYTHING else, rather than school work. Origami crafts, digital art, watching anime - all the things she loves to do. She’s currently at Pratt College in Anaheim, California pursuing English and Psych, double majoring. With classes and work no end in sight, Zinnia is barely hanging on by a thread. The one thing that is keeping her thoughts and soul at ease is that she and her soulmate have a bond through their letters, the stars, and music.

Kory Lester. 21 years old. He/his/they. Zinnia’s first cousin, Kory found her on Facebook after their families separated due to her mother’s passing. It caused a rift in the family, something Zinnia desperately tried to distance herself from. Thankfully, they agreed to dorm their junior year together and deal with the stressors that come with college. Kory’s a chaotic gerblin of a lad, always finding odd collectables on campus and bringing them to his dorm. He enjoys having a close-nit circle of friends, and loves dragging his cousin along for late night adventures. He helps make her experience in Cali a bit easier.

Madeline Kennedy. 23 years old. Prefers the name “Maddie”. She/her/hers. A recluse musician, Maddie prefers her guitar and piano over human interaction. She doesn’t mind it when her fellow classmates stop to watch her play, but she doesn't make any effort to become friends with them. From a young age, Maddie lived a tragic life; her mother died in a car accident when she was nine, and she was in an orphanage until she turned fourteen years old. She was adopted by a lovely school teacher and an army veteran, who cared for her and she thinks of as chosen family. Her life changes when she meets her soulmate through their letters, the stars, and her music.

excerpt of “In the City of Dreams” under the tag!

The young woman finally made it to her dorm hall, letting out a sigh of relief as she pulled the zipper down on her raincoat. She took a swig of her tea as she organized her things one last time.

Finally, she made it to dorm room 315 – third floor, second to last door. She had a lovely view of the laundry room.

Kory greeted her as she entered their home. “Hey, cousin!” He exclaimed. He spun around in his chair like a kid, rolling up to greet her as he inspected her bags. “Got any snacks?”

Zinnia chuckled, “I come back from a shift and this is what greets me. The disrespect.”

“Please? I need some munchies to get me through this absolutely lame Ted Talk I need to watch.”

“Buy me boba tea and a trip to thrifting. Call it even, these chocolates are expensive.” Zinnia relents.

“You got it!” Kory exclaimed, rolling to his side of the room with snack in his mouth. “How was your day today?”

“The worst.” Poor Zinnia bemoaned. She launched into a tale that seemed far worse than what her day actually was, but her cousin listened.

#writeblr #writing #new story #new wip #2021 works #In The City of Dreams #romance #soulmate au #character: Zinnia #character: Kory #character: Maddie #my writing #LGBT

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hamitome--imagines · 5 years

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Temporary Engagement

Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Based on the tumblr post [x]

Modern

A/N: Well I’ve been sitting on this one for a while. I don’t actually have much to say except enjoy!

Word Count: 7,492

~~ Alexander: Can you marry me?

You stared at your phone in pure confusion. You and Alexander were good friends so you were sure that he had a good reason for asking this.

Alexander: I just learned that I can get any aid for my loans unless I have a kid, get married, or turn 24. So…I need to get married.

You thought to your loans that were piling up. If marriage meant that you could get aid, then it wasn’t all bad.

Y/N: Sure, I can marry you. I need all the aid I can get too.

Your phone rang as Alexander called you. “Seriously? Would you really do this? Cause I’m looking into it right now.”

“Yeah. Alexander my loans are insane and I don’t want to wait until I’m twenty-four to get aid.” You responded. “So I guess, let’s get married.”

“Ok, but we need to do this quick. My semester is gonna start soon.”

“Uh…” You started Googling. “We need to get a marriage license, which is about $30.”

“We can afford that.” Alexander reasoned.

“Then we need to apply for a marriage certificate.” You explained.

“How long do we need to stay married?” He asked. That was a good question. “And how do we get divorced? It’d be pretty suspicious if we did got divorced immediately after we got our aid. What if one of us committed adultery? I think that’s grounds for quicker divorce.”

“Uhm, well this form I found says ‘irretrievable breakdown’ of the marriage. I guess we could fake a fight, but I think we could also just say it’s not working out.”

“Ah shit.” Alexander grumbled.

“What?” You asked.

“It says divorce can cost anywhere from $15,000 to $30,000. Most of that is legal fees.”

“So fuck lawyers. We don’t need a lawyer. We don’t have kids or property to figure out. We would literally just be getting a divorce.”

“Oh. Yeah!” Alexander was happy and excited once more. “This…might actually work!”

—

“What about this?” You held up another dress for Hercules’s approval. It was a cotton dress that hung down to your knees. Otherwise, it was plain.

“It’s very casual and plain. I don’t know exactly what you’re looking for, because you won’t tell me, but I don’t think it’s that.” Was Hercules’s reply. You sighed, silently agreeing. “This would be quicker if you told me what you needed a dress for.”

“Look, it’s no big deal.” You waved off. You and Hercules kept looking.

“What about this? It’s a very nice dress.” Hercules asked. He held up a slim white ball gown made of silk.

“Oh no. Too nice. Absolutely not what I want.” Hercules sighed and hung it back up. After a bit longer, you found it. “This is it!” Another white dress. It was a high-low dress. The highest part started at your knees, the lowest part hung a bit higher than your ankles. The skirt was flared slightly, not hanging straight down. It had an illusion neckline, the rest was a fine silk. There was only one problem. It was a pastel orange silk belt. “Hmm. But I don’t like this belt.”

“That is an insanely easy fix.” Hercules commented. “I can whip up a belt for you. What color do you need?”

You stalled. Well, this is going to bring up questions. “Olive green would work best.”

Hercules didn’t miss it. “Like…like Alexander’s suit?”

“Exactly.” You responded and went to purchase the dress. A few days later, you were at Hercules’s tailor store. You tried the dress on and tied the green belt around it. You stepped out so Hercules could give his opinion. “Well?” You asked.

“It looks great.” Hercules said. “Maybe now you can tell me what’s going on. Cause you bought a pretty white dress with an olive green belt, and Alexander asked me to alter his olive green suit to fit him better.”

“Fine.” You grumbled. “Me and Alexander are…um…we’re getting married.”

“What?!”

“Look. it’s nothing formal. We’ll be married for a bit, get some aid for our loans, then we’ll say it’s not working and get divorced. Simple.”

“It sounds way too complicated honestly.” Hercules argued. “Why go to all this trouble just to get aid?”

“Because. Me and Alexander can play a happy couple for a while. We’ll become friends who live together. Nothing more. And then, when the divorce comes, we’ll live separately again.” Hercules’s opinion on the matter never changed. However, he insisted he be a groomsman along with John and Lafayette. So you asked the Schuyler sisters to be your bridesmaids.

You had a small service and your reception was just getting a nice meal for the wedding party. You and Alexander decided you would stay at Alexander’s house. You headed over there and Alexander unlocked the door. “Isn’t there some tradition about the husband carrying the wife over the threshold of the door?”

“I think so. Why?” In response, Alexander scooped you up bridal style. He carried you inside his house.

He looked at you and awkwardly shrugged. “Gotta stay true to tradition. After all, we are now a newly and happily wed man and wife.” He then set you down. “Well, what do married people do?” Alexander asked.

“Have sex, usually.” You answered. Alexander smirked. “Which we aren’t doing.” You said pointedly.

“Fair enough. But I only have one room here. So either one of us takes the couch or we share a bed.”

You took one look at the tiny, lumpy couch and decided neither of you needed to endure that. “I think we’re capable of sharing a bed and not making it weird or uncomfortable.” So you both changed out of your wedding clothes, you changed in the bathroom while Alexander changed in the bedroom. You both decided that pajamas were reasonable for the rest of the day. After all, you just got married. No one would be coming around to disturb you.

You warmed up a frozen pizza for dinner. You watched tv while Alexander worked. Honestly, nothing much had changed. You and Alexander had hung out like this many times before. You glanced at Alexander’s hands flying over his keyboard. He would pause momentarily, his fingers fiddling with the new ring on his hand. A simple, cheap gold band. You had one identical, albeit a bit of a slimmer band. It was just another part of your rouse honestly. Either one of you could take it off and the other wouldn’t be offended. But you decided for a while to keep up appearances.

After a few hours, you stretched your arms and yawned loudly. Alexander paused his typing and looked at you quizzically. “You tired?”

“I guess. It is getting late.” You said as you stood.

“Alright. Be there in a few.” He said. You walked over and slowly pushed the laptop closed. You weren’t a concerned wife, but a worried friend. You knew Alexander could overwork himself. At least now you were maybe able to control his work habits a little.

“Come on. No staying up super late tonight.” You lightly chided. Then you smirked slightly. “After all, it’s our wedding night.”

That got a small chuckle out of Alexander. He set his laptop aside and stood up to follow you to the bedroom. You stared at the bed. “I’m guessing I know which side you usually sleep on.” You commented. One side of the bed had the covers were unmade. The other half looked untouched. Alexander walked over and dropped onto the unmade side with a nod. You walked over and pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed. You burrowed under the covers. “Well goodnight, Alexander.” You said.

“G’night, Y/N.”

—

You woke up before Alexander. That gave you time to detangle yourself from his embrace. The two of you had ended up cuddling pretty closely during the night. So you moved out of his hold. You figured it was an unfortunate side-effect from sleeping in the same bed. You stood and gathered your things and went to the bathroom.

After a shower you got dressed. As you were straightening your shirt, the door opened. Alexander still looked half asleep. Until he noticed you. “Shit. Sorry.” He pulled the door closed quick. “I forgot you were here.” He said on the other side of the door. You opened the bathroom door back up.

“It’s fine. I was dressed anyway.” You told him. While Alexander showered, you made some coffee. You poured a cup for you and a cup for Alexander, made the way he liked. To-go cups to take to work. You couldn’t help but realize that was extremely…domestic. But hey, you were married now.

Alexander came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for work. Though, he still looked a bit sluggish. So you walked over and handed him his coffee. “Oh. Thank you so much.” He said excitedly before taking a large gulp. Then he gave you a small smile. “You are the best of wives and the best of women.”

You rode to work together, considering you both worked for Washington just in different departments. Alexander worked directly with George Washington, but you didn’t. You didn’t mind. Alexander often claimed that George acted differently as a boss than how he usually was. And you could understand that. You went off to work and Alexander did the same.

—

Alexander finished the coffee you had made for him this morning. You, Y/N, his wife. The idea still seemed insane. But the ring on his finger confirmed it. A few months and it would just be a funny story they told. But currently, Alexander was married. He walked over to his desk and immediately got ready for the day, clearing his head of his current relationship status.

He lost track of time, as usual, but eventually Washington emerged from his office and walked over to Alexander’s desk. “Hamilton, can you re-write these proposals for me?” He asked, handing him a few papers.

“Of course, Sir.” Alexander reached out to take them, with his left hand. “I’ll get right on that.”

“Hang on a minute, son.” Alexander resisted the urge to correct his boss. “Is that a wedding ring?” Oh. Shit.

“Uh, yeah. You know, Y/N. She works in a different department, so I guess you might not know her.”

“Of course I know her. You two are married? I knew you were friends but I didn’t realize it was anything more serious.” Washington commented.

“Uh, neither did we, Sir.” Alexander laughed a little awkwardly. “It was kind of a whirlwind actually. Feelings were discovered and we decided to just get married.” Another awkward laughed forced its way out.

“Why are you two working today? Aren’t you going to go on a honeymoon?” Washington asked. And honesty, the thought never occurred to you or Alexander. Why go on a honeymoon if you didn’t actually consider this marriage a big deal?

“Uh, too expensive.” Alexander said. “We figured we’d save up for a while.”

“Well, let me just say, congratulations.” Washington said with a big smile while he patted Alexander on the back.

“What did Hamilton do to warrant a congratulations?” Jefferson asked, coming into the room. “Did he finally get his life together?”

Alexander merely rolled his eyes and went back to working. “He got married.” Washington answered. Alexander cringed, ready for Jefferson’s smart ass retort.

“Really?” He drawled in his accent that Alexander thought was dumb. “What girl willingly decided to spend her entire life with you?”

“First of all,” Alexander said, spinning to face Thomas. “Marriages don’t have to last your entire life anymore, Thomas. But you old, conservative southerners might not realize that. Secondly, Y/N L/N. Or perhaps I should Y/N Hamilton now.” Alexander would claim he only said with such satisfaction because he knew Thomas had a tiny crush on you, not at all because he definitely liked the way your first name sounded with his last.

“Y/N L/N?” Thomas asked incredulously.

“Hamilton.” Alexander corrected with a smirk.

“I knew she had poor taste in friends but I figured her taste in boyfriends would be better.”

“I think she has impeccable taste.” Alexander countered.

“Well that’s because garbage hardly ever realizes it’s worthless.” Thomas snarled.

“Gentlemen.” Washington finally interceded before punches were thrown. It had happened before. “While I’m sure we are all very happy for Alexander, we have work to do.” Alexander and Thomas glared at each other for a few more moments before returning to their work.

You were currently working as well. Sat at your desk, typing away. “So I see it is true.” A voice sounded from behind you. George Washington. Your boss. Here. Why?

“Uh, what’s true, Sir?” You asked. In response, he pointed to your left hand.

“Alexander said you got married, I hardly believed it.” He said with a smile. “Well, like I said to Alexander, congratulations.”

“Wait.” Another voice said. Aaron Burr. Great, cause you wanted to deal with this today. “You and Hamilton got married?” He asked. “When?”

“Uhm…” You laughed awkwardly. “Yesterday.” You answered with a small, awkward shrug. “It was quick but we preferred that over a huge production and months of planning.”

“Does that man ever wait before doing something?” Aaron asked.

“Look, we just decided we didn’t need the big, white wedding. We just wanted a few friends there. At the end of the day, all we wanted was to be married. The ceremony and party didn’t matter.” You said with a dreamy hint to your voice. Judging by the way one of co-workers whispered, “That’s so cute,” you figured you did pretty well.

“Well, Martha and I would be delighted if you came over for dinner. We’d like to celebrate your marriage.” George offered.

“Sounds great.” You said, while inside you were dreading this idea. You and Alexander playing the happy newlyweds all night seemed like a terrible plan.

“Great. Does Saturday at 6 work?” Washington asked. You nodded. George smiled before walking off. You breathed a small sigh of relief.

“He never slows down ya know.” Aaron commented. He was so quiet sometimes that you could forget he was there. “He never slows down and never stops. Why do you think you can get him to settle down with you? Why do you think this marriage will work?”

Now to you and Alexander, this marriage wasn’t anything important. But you felt very defensive at Aaron’s comment. “Because he loves me. And I love him. And that’s what’s important in making a marriage work.”

“My wife is a divorcée, Y/N. Her former husband thought they loved each other. But that wasn’t enough to keep them together.” Aaron reasoned.

“Well, it will be enough for me and Alexander.”

—

“Wait, we have to have dinner with Washington and his wife?” Alexander asked you over your dinner that night.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell Washington ‘no thanks?’”

“Yeah.” Alexander said like it was obvious.

“Then you call him and cancel.” You offered. “After all, you work more closely with him.”

Alexander paused and considered it. “Ya know, one night won’t be so bad.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Later that night, you gathered your pajamas. “I hate changing in the bathroom.” You grumbled.

“Then change in here.” Alexander said

“You want me to change in front of you?”

“Look, we’re playing the marriage game for a few months. Don’t make it longer by changing in the bathroom every night. That would suck. I just won’t look.” With that he turned his back. You quickly changed your clothes.

“Ok, I’m changed.”

“See? It’s fine. But now you have to leave or turn around so I can change too.” You got in bed and laid with your back to Alexander. You turned onto your back when you felt him lay down. “I hope sharing a bed with me last night wasn’t too bad.”

“No it was fine.” You smirked at him. “And the cuddling I woke up to wasn’t that bad either.”

Alexander face went red. “We were cuddling?”

“Relax, Alexander. It might end up happening since we share a bed. Besides, it doesn’t have to mean anything. We used to cuddle during movie nights all the time. Or I’d cuddle with John. Hell, I’ve seen Laf and Herc cuddling.”

“Ok, but half the time I wonder if anything is going on between those two. At this point I’m just afraid to ask.”

You chuckled. “Yeah we might end up cuddling, but let’s agree to not make a big deal out of it.”

“Sounds good to me.”

—

The cuddling actually became normal for the two of you. You wouldn’t quickly move out of the embrace anymore. You just accepted it. And Alexander was pretty nice to cuddle with. And the two of you spent a lazy Saturday in bed.

You woke up to Alexander spooning you, one arm draped over your waist. You just relaxed in his hold. You felt his grip tighten when you moved a little. You awkwardly glanced behind you. He was sound asleep. So you tried to remain still. But eventually you got bored and grabbed your phone to scroll through social media. At some point, Alexander yawned loudly from behind you. “G’morning.” He mumbled.

“Morning, sleepy head.” You commented. You realized he hadn’t let go of you yet.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked, leaning closer and looking over your shoulder.

“Twitter.”

“Oh, ok.” He laid back down, and closed his eyes again.

“Hey, you wanna go get me some coffee?” You asked.

“Why can’t you get it?” He asked. His voice was slightly muffled against his pillow.

“Because you still have an arm across my waist.” You told him. It had the desired effect. He quickly moved his arm and scrambled from the bed.

“I’ll uh…I’ll be back in a minute.” And he went to go make coffee. He came back with two steaming mugs and sat in bed again. You sat up to get your coffee. “So, what are we doing today?”

“Well, we have to go to the Washingtons for dinner.”

“Ugh.” Alexander let his head thump back against the headboard. “Fine. What about before that?”

“Uh, nothing. At least I don’t think so.”

“Cool. Lazy day then.” He reasoned.

So the two of you watched some dumb tv shows and movies. Alexander did some work. Neither of you were in any rush to get out of bed. You reheated some Chinese take-out food from the fridge for lunch. You again were overwhelmed with how domestic it felt.

At 5:30, the two of you were getting ready to go to the Washington’s. “Should we bring like a bottle of wine or something?” You asked.

“Why?”

“Isn’t that what married people do? They bring wine with them when they’re invited to another couples’ house for dinner?” You reasoned.

“I guarantee that the Washingtons have nicer wine then we would ever be able to afford.” He countered. “Hell, Martha probably wouldn’t even accept it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Still, you stopped and purchased a semi-nice wine on the way to dinner. When you reached the Washingtons, Martha accepted it kindly with a thanks and reassurance that you didn’t need to bring anything.

You and Alexander had dinner, which included an array of very awkward questions.

“So, who confessed first?”

“Uh, Alexander might have said something while he was a little drunk.” That earned you a surprised glance from Alexander.

“Who decided on the small ceremony?”

“We both just wanted to be married, but Y/N really pushed for it.”

“When you finally decide to go on a honeymoon, where do you want to go?”

“We haven’t really discussed that yet.”

Martha sipped her wine before asking, “Are you planning to have kids?”

Alexander practically ended up choking on the food in his mouth. Once he recovered he stared at Martha. “I don’t know yet.” He said. “That isn’t even on the radar yet.”

“Well, you must have some idea. After all, you don’t marry someone without being on the same page about the future, which usually means deciding whether or not you want children.” George spoke up. You and Alexander exchanged a look. Someone needed to make a stance.

“Well, I want kids.” Alexander said. “Just not right away.”

“Exactly.” You said. Honestly, you hadn’t thought much about becoming a parent. But somehow, you thought you and Alexander would do fairly good job of raising kids together. But you shoved that thought away. You and Alexander wouldn’t stay married long enough to have kids.

As dinner ended, Alexander slung an arm over the back of your chair. You reached out for Alexander’s other hand, and he obliged, holding your hand. You were surprised with how easily you played a married couple.

Eventually, you all stood from the table. You helped Martha clear the table and retreated into the living room to continue conversation. You sat next to Alexander and he, once more, slung an around your shoulders. You leaned against him in response. At some point, you grew tired and leaned your head on Alexander’s shoulder. He continued talking for a few minutes before glancing down at you. “Tired?” He asked. You only hummed in response. “Well, I think that’s out cue to head out.” Alexander told the Washingtons. He eased away from you and stood. “Come on.” He held a hand out and helped you stand. You stood and held onto Alexander’s arm while also leaning against him.

You bid the Washingtons goodnight and left. Alexander held the car door open for you. Then eased his suit jacket off and draped it over you. He drove home, keeping the radio volume low. You dozed off and on the whole way there. You vaguely noticed Alexander looking at his phone during a red light, you half expected a heated argument with Jefferson with the way he sighed. But he just locked his phone and dropped it in the cup holder. You finally got home and walked inside still wearing Alexander’s coat.

You very tiredly changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed. You immediately curled up against Alexander. “Are we making a conscious decision to cuddle now?” He asked teasingly.

“I’m half asleep, it barely counts as a conscious decision.”

Alexander’s frame shook with soft laughter. “Fair enough.”

“Hey Alexander?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not so bad of a husband.”

“Well, you’re not so bad of a wife.”

—

A few weeks later, you and Alexander went out for drinks with the guys. They teased you mercilessly about being a married couple. However, you again realized how normal this was. You and Alexander were married, but drinks night was still the same. The only difference was that Lafayette now called you ‘mon amie.’ He called you ‘mon cheri’ early in the evening, like he usually did.

“Uh, Laf, that is my wife.” Alexander interjected sarcastically. “I think ‘my love’ is a bit too sweet.”

“Oh, my apologies, mon amie.” Lafayette said with an eye roll. From then on he called you ‘mon amie’ like the rest of your friends.

Eventually, you recognized the song that was being played. Some cute romance song with a catchy melody. You tapped the table in time with the melody. “I like this song.” You said, mostly to yourself.

“Would you care to dance, mon amie?” Lafayette asked you with a gesture to the dance floor.

“Wait.” Alexander spoke. “If you want to dance, I’d prefer the honor of dancing with you.” He smirked. “After all, I’m your husband.”

“Well, if I were to marry another friend, Lafayette would definitely be my next choice.” You quipped.

John and Hercules both shouted, “Hey.” Out of insult. Alexander shouted the same thing as a form of protest. You gave Alexander a playful smile, then stood up and held out a hand to him.

“Come on. Let’s go dance.” Alexander smiled in response and gripped your hand. You made your way to the dance floor. Before the two of you started dancing, you chuckled. Alexander gave you curious look. “This is uh…technically our first dance.”

Alexander smiled as well. “Well, this is one hell of a venue for a first dance.” He joked. You just shrugged, still smiling. “Well, let’s make it a good first dance.” As it was a sappy romance song, it was also a relatively slow song. Alexander put a hand on your waist and held your other hand. You weren’t expecting to do traditional slow dancing, but you placed your hand on Alexander’s shoulder and allowed him to lead you through a dance.

“Who taught you how to dance?” You asked.

Alexander chuckled. “Martha Washington. She said it might be a useful skill, but this is the first time I’ve ever used it.”

“Well, I’m thinking it’s very useful right now.” You said. “I’m glad you know how to dance, because otherwise we would’ve swaying on the dance floor for the rest of this song.”

“Any dancing with you is good enough.”Alexander said with a grin. Then he lifted his arm to lead you to spin under it before you stood in front of him and put your hand back on his shoulder. The two of you danced in peaceful silence until the song ended. You smiled at Alexander and gave him a hug.

“Thank you for dancing with me.” You said.

“Of course, just trying to be a good husband.” He teased with a nudge. “Want another drink?” He asked. You nodded. “Alright. Go ahead and sit, I’ll bring it to the table.” So the two of your had more drinks as the night progressed. Eventually, you all decided to call it a night. So you got a cab back home and stumbled through the door.

“Tonight was fun.” You mused as you collapsed in bed.

“Yeah, it was.” Alexander agreed from his half of the bed.

“Especially the dancing. That was really fun.”

“Well, I’m available to be your dance partner whenever you want.” He said with a smile.

“Thanks.” You said. You scooted closer and wrapped him in a hug.

“Of course.” He replied as he returned the hug. You pulled back but kept your arms around each other, it kept you close. You weren’t sure who leaned in, but the next thing you knew, you and Alexander were kissing. The first time since the wedding service. There was no one watching you and no reasonable explanation as to why you had kissed. But neither of you pulled away. And neither of you protested when the kissing escalated.

—

You woke up and realized you were cold. The next thing you realized was your very obvious lack of clothes. And the night came rushing back to you. “Shit.” Was all you could think to say.

“What?”Alexander sleepily asked. You pulled the covers up higher to preserve some modesty.

“We had sex last night, that’s what.” You snapped.

Alexander sat up instantly awake. “Oh shit. That’s right.”

“That was not part of the plan.” You grumbled.

“Well, so what? We’re married after all. Married people have sex. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Alexander, we aren’t married because we love each other. We were drunk, we weren’t supposed to sleep together.”

“So were we just supposed to remain celibate for this whole charade?”

“I don’t know! But I know we definitely weren’t supposed to sleep with each other.”

“And why not?”

“Because. That would essentially make us friends with benefits. And I much more prefer just being friends with you.”

Alexander was silent for a moment before nodding curtly. “Alright. Message received.” He scrambled from bed, and you quickly averted your gaze. He dressed quickly and left the house.

“Well, he didn’t have to completely leave.” You grumbled. He didn’t come back any time soon. You didn’t worry. He was your husband, sure. But not really. And Alexander could mostly take care of himself. You figured he was either at work or blowing off steam somewhere and would be back.

There was suddenly a knock at the door. John was standing there. “Oh hi.” You greeted with a smile. “Come in.”

“I’m still not used to the fact that you live here.” He commented. “I was mostly dropping by to return this.” He handed you Alexander’s jacket. “He left it at the bar. I grabbed it before leaving.”

“Oh thanks.”

“Where is Alexander?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. We had a bit of a fight and he left.”

“Trouble in paradise?” John asked he sat down on the couch.

“You could say that.” You agreed while you sat down next to him.

He lightly nudged you. “What happened?” You gave John a glance. “Alright…you want to talk but you don’t want to tell me what happened.” He stared at you while he thought it over. Then he smirked. “You two totally slept together.” You buried your face in your hands. He laughed.

“And I told him it was an awful idea.”

“And Alexander didn’t take it well.” John said.

“He figured since he was married it was totally fine. I thought it was a horrible idea. Technically we’re married, but we weren’t supposed to have sex. That essentially makes us friends with benefits which is going to end up ruining out friendship. And I told Alexander that our friendship meant too much to me.”

John sighed and stood. He started pacing. “Alexander is such a dumbass. I told him this was a bad idea.”

“What was?”

“This whole fake marriage thing to you.”

“Technically it’s a real marriage.”

“In every aspect except the part where you actually love each other.” John stopped pacing to look at you. “Honestly, I tried to talk Alexander out of this whole thing. He’s had a crush on you for years and I told him this wasn’t going to go well for him.”

“Wait. So this whole thing was some dumb way for him to-”

“No. This was really, unbelievably, about loans and stuff. But I told him his feelings for you were going to get in the way. He said it was fine, that he managed to be your friend for this long. He could handle it.”

That past few weeks came into sharper focus. Alexander was such a good husband. All along you figured he was just good at pretending. But if Alexander cared for you the way John was hinting, he might have been a good husband for different reasons. “He was a really good husband.”

John gave you a soft smile at sat back down on the couch. “Probably because he likes you. He saw a chance to be affectionate towards you in little ways. And he took it.” He managed to do so without making you angry or uncomfortable. You knew that if you told him to stop doing something, he would’ve listened. Except sleeping together it would seem. “He probably figured he was making some progress or you were beginning to feel the same. Then you told him your friendship meant too much and he realized how you felt.”

“Well, now I don’t know how I feel. This is a lot to process.” You complained.

John gave you another small smile, more of a sympathetic smirk. “Yeah it probably is. But I suggest you think about it and definitely talk to Alexander when he gets home. It will probably be beneficial to both of you.”

But Alexander hadn’t returned by the time you went to bed. You stared at the empty side, growing more and more worried. You had called all of your friends and no one had seen him. You hoped one of them was lying. You hoped he was with one of them and requested they not tell you he was there. You fell into a restless sleep.

You woke up early the next morning when the front door was opened. You went to the living and found Alexander had returned. “Alexander!” You rushed over and hugged him quickly. You stepped back after a moment. “Where were you? I was really worried about you when you didn’t-” The words froze in your throat as you got a good look at him. It was hard to tell, but you knew Alexander too well at this point. “Clearly I didn’t need to worry. You just fine. More than fine actually.” You crossed your arms. “I’m just wondering, did the girl you slept with know you were married?”

“What do you care?” He snapped as he walked past you to make coffee.

“Because I’m still your wife.”

“And my friend too, right? Wife is more of technical title, it doesn’t really mean anything in this arrangement.”

“Yes, I’m your friend. And as a friend I was really worried about you.”

“Well, that’s not your job.”

“It’s a wife’s job.”

“Well, Y/N, your my wife in title only. This is all an elaborate ruse. You don’t have to worry about me or take care of me.”

“This was all your idea!”

“And a stupid idea it would seem.” He pushed past you. “I gotta get ready for work.” Before Alexander left for work, you stepped in front of his path. “What?”

“Look, if your done with this little charade, fine by me. I say we file for a divorce as soon as possible. But all I ask is that you don’t run around having affairs while we’re technically married. I don’t necessarily want to hear what people will say about either of us if they found out.” Alexander opened his mouth to interrupt but before he could you added, “I don’t want to deal with the humiliation of my husband growing tired of me in just a few weeks.” Alexander paused. He just pushed past you and left. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t argue either. And you didn’t know if that was a good sign or not. After all, he always had a lot to say. Why would he shut up when you most needed a response?

—

Alexander was distracted as he walked into work. He had been distracted on the drive over as well. He hadn’t meant to humiliate you. That wasn’t his plan. Hell, he hadn’t meant to hurt you at all. He was just emotionally compromised and drunk. It was a bad combination. If had just gone home while he was in that state, maybe the two of you would’ve talked it out and smoothed things over. But instead he flirted with a girl named Maria and followed her home. John was right. This had turned out to be a horrible idea.

“Is everything alright, Hamilton?” Washington asked, pulling Alexander out of his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Why do you ask?” Alexander said.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you touch your keyboard for fifteen minutes. And I know you, you would’ve found something to add or fix in that time.” Washington said.

“Yeah, like ten somethings.” Jefferson muttered from the other side of the room. Alexander really hated sharing an office space with that guy. And he really didn’t want to deal with him today.

“Look, Jefferson, for once would you please shut the hell up?” Alexander asked, his voice was a snarl the whole time.

Jefferson just smirked. “Have a fight with your loving wife this morning?”

“Is that’s what’s bothering you?” Washington asked. Alexander suppressed a groan. He didn’t want to have marriage counseling with his boss and worse enemy.

“Look, yes Y/N and I had a disagreement last night that is still ongoing. I’ll focus on work, Sir. It’s not that big of an issue.” Alexander finally said.

“Only if you’re sure.” Washington insisted.

“I am.”

“Ok. But, if I may. Martha and I have fought a lot in our years of marriage, but we always resolve it. We always make up. You’re gonna have some fights in your marriage. But I saw the way the two of you acted at dinner. You really care for one another. You’ll get through this.” Washington said resolutely. With that he went back to his office.

“I sure hope you’re right.” Alexander mumbled to himself.

—

You stayed at work later than usual that night. You stopped and ate somewhere on the way home, you even sent Alexander a text saying that you had gotten something to eat and he should have dinner without you. You and Alexander didn’t talk much. Anytime he would say something you would respond with as few words as possible. When it grew late, you grabbed a pillow and blanket and laid on the couch.

Alexander came out to the living room before going to bed and let our a defeated sounding sigh when he saw you. “You can still sleep in the bed ya know. If it’s that big of a deal I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I’m fine.” You said and turned your back to him. He sighed once more, more dejected this time, and left the room. In truth, the couch was very uncomfortable. But you decided this was better than waking up and finding yourself cuddling with Alexander.

Things between you and Alexander remained rocky. The two of you would hardly speak anymore. However, neither of you made the necessary steps to file for divorce. You assumed Alexander was doing that, and Alexander feared you were.

John come to visit one day a few weeks after he learned what happened between you and Alexander. He knocked on the door when you were home. “Hey.” He greeted happily. “Is Alexander home?”

“Nope.”

“Where is he?”

“Dunno.” This wasn’t unusual either. You stopped wondering about Alexander’s whereabouts. Again, you figured he could take care of himself. You had even stopped asking him where he was going or where he had been.

“Are you guys still fighting? You never told me how things between you two went.” John sat on the couch before noticing the blankets and pillows on the other end of the couch. “Wait, who’s sleeping on the couch?”

“I am.” You answered. “Look, Alexander had never come home that night. He was off screwing some other woman.”

“He was?” John sounded really surprised.

“Yep. For someone who likes me, he has a weird way of showing it.” You snapped.

“Well, he was most likely drunk. And probably really hurt by your response to the situation.”

“Look, maybe if we were just dating that might work. Even still, that’s still considered cheating. And we’re more than dating, we’re married!”

“All a ruse, right?” John asked. “Why are you so upset about this if your marriage is nothing serious?”

“Because, that’s a betrayal. It’s an embarrassing situation. And I’m just hurt that he would do that to me.” You rattled off. John smiled knowingly. “Wait.” You realized what you had said.

“You like him. Maybe as much as he likes you.” John said.

“No. I…” But you thought about the man you married. “Fuck. I have a crush on Alexander.”

“Well, at least you married your crush. That’s more than most people can say.” He teased with a smile. You smiled a little at that.

“Sure. But that marriage isn’t doing too well right now.”

“Then you need to talk to Alexander. Neither of you are talking, and you really should. Maybe you could actually fix things.” John left a short time later. You paced the house, trying to mentally prepare yourself for your conversation with Alexander.

He walked into the house late that night. He had been working longer hours to avoid being at home. “Hey.” You greeted him carefully.

“Oh.” You rarely talked at home. So it was an unexpected surprise. “Hi.” He said. He sounded very cautious and wary.

“I uh…I wanted to talk to you.” You began.

“Oh, ok.” He responded. He knew how awful those words could be.

“You wanna sit down?” You asked.

“Sure.” Alexander eased himself down on the couch. You sat next to him. “Is this about…”

“Your affair? Partly.” You answered. “The other part is why it made me so mad.”

“You already told me why it made you mad.” Alexander said. “It was humiliating and embarrassing.”

“Well it was. But there’s more. I talked to John and he helped me realize something.” Alexander paused and looked at you questioningly. You felt your cheeks get warm with a pink blush. “Geez, this is embarrassing to actually admit.” You awkwardly wrung your hands together. “So…I might have a bit of a crush on you.” Alexander stared at you in deep confusion, he looked as though his brain short-circuited. “When we slept together I panicked. But then you went and slept with someone else. And it hurt, it hurt a lot.” Alexander was still quiet. “Say something?”

“You like me?” He asked.

You huffed out a laugh. Of course that was the thing he would narrow in on. “Yes, Alexander. I do.” You realized that was the second time you told Alexander ‘I do.’ “It took me a while to realize it. But I realized it thanks to all the sweet things you kept doing for me.”

“Until I cheated on you.” Alexander mumbled.

“Yeah. You did do that. And we’ll need to talk about that. But right now, I just want you to know that I really like you. Sure, marriage is way too extreme for a simple crush, but we are married. So, we try and undo that while we figure out exactly where we are? Basically, I don’t want to get a divorce yet.”

“Well…I wasn’t filing any divorce papers yet. Were you?” Alexander asked. “Honestly, I figured you filing papers. After I…after I fucked up.”

“I wasn’t. I figured you were after my outburst about being friends.”

“Wow. We suck at communication too.” Alexander said.

“Well, we have the rest of our marriage to work that out as well.”

Alexander smiled, it was the first time you had seen it in a while. “Hey, Y/N?” Alexander ventured. You gave him a question look, silently urging him to continue. “I get that you’re still working out your feelings and we’ll have to take some stuff slow. But is kissing alright?”

You smiled and leaned in and pressed your lips to his. You felt his lips quirk up in a smile against your lips before he reciprocated the kiss with enthusiasm.

—

Alexander walked into work with a spring in his step. He was grinning widely as well. “Well, someone is happy today.” Jefferson drawled.

“Yep.” Alexander confirmed, not letting his co-worker dampen is mood. “Me and Y/N aren’t fighting anymore. We worked it out.”

“She’s still putting up with you? Cause, I heard that you were off screwing some other girl a few weeks ago.”

Alexander spun around to face Jefferson. “I don’t know what you heard. You can say anything you want about me. But anything that could harm Y/N, you better keep to yourself.” He warned. “I made my mistakes, but Y/N doesn’t deserve to deal with more problems because of it.”

Jefferson stared at Alexander. “You know, I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I agree with you.”

“Good. Now, let’s get to work Jefferson.”

—

“Hey, Y/N?” You looked up from your work to see Aaron Burr.

“What?”

“Well, I heard you and Alexander were having some issues. I don’t really know what it was about, and don’t care much as that’s not my business. But how are you doing? And are you guys doing any better?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. And me and Alexander are getting along much better now. We resolved our issues.” You smiled widely.

Aaron studied you silently for a moment. “Ya know, maybe I was wrong about you and Alexander. Maybe your love for another might be enough.” You could almost laugh at Aaron’s statement. When you had said that to Aaron originally, you hadn’t even thought you liked Alexander like that. But yet, feelings of love had actually saved your marriage.

—

You and Alexander had driven to work separately. You weren’t surprised to get home before Alexander. You changed into comfier clothes and made a quick and easy supper. You were finishing setting the table when Alexander came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you waist. “Missed you.” Me murmured.

“We work at the same place.”

“But I can’t see you when we’re there.” You spun around and he immediately kissed you soundly. “I’m so glad we worked things out.” He said with a wide smile.

“Me too.” You told him before giving him another short kiss on the lips. “Now come on, I’ve got dinner ready.”

Before you could pull away, Alexander pulled you in for yet another quick kiss. “Truly the best of wives and best of women.”

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