#i assumed public was okay but if not pls let me know and i'll take it down ASAP

[love-hatred-stuff]

solo

》genre: friends to lovers(?) Idk, just fluff and angst and more fluff

⚠warning(s): reader's fuck girl -ish, mentions of alcohol, buck likes to have his heart broken lol

A/n: excuse any mistakes pls, have fun reading^^

All he can do is watch. He wishes he could do more about it, but he couldn't. Instead he balled his hands into fists with all his strength, while having to watch the scene in front of him. It's torture seeing you how you let some random other dude, who isn't even anywhere near you league, touch you all over while having your tounge tangled in each other's mouths. He could explode just at the mere thought of that.

All the while you knew that he was watching from that corner of the room like he always was, like a protective brother, he always took care of you. Though I might be a bit concerning how he didn't let you two be in a separate room even for a minute when you were in public, especially on parties.

And you liked it, you knew it was fucked up a bit, but you enjoyed having your very much so attractive best friend hauk you like dog. Even though you made out with others every now and then, you never looked for anything serious with anyone, just some decent hookups. Which wasn't very difficult finding, since the boys around town always fawned over you, bucky could only agree, but he hated it more than anything.

You were aware of the fact that he saw you as more than a friend, you always noticed the jealousy in his eyes when you told him about your flings.

Even just now, the furious look towards the boy that was holding himself against you was hard to go unnoticed. You stopped kissing the boy and smiled, telling him you have to leave now before putting his hands off you and without much acknowledging his protests you made your way towards the other side of the room. Where your overprotective best friend stood, his emotionless eyes still lingering on your hookup.

You gifted him a kind smile while approaching him.

"Sorry for letting you wait so long, James." You took his hand and gave him a short kiss on the cheek, being the playful girl you always were.

Slowly then his gaze drifted towards you, smiling back at you gently.

"That's okay, you know I only stay because of you anyways." He forgot about the other boy and found himself lost in your eyes that glowed up at him. The grip of your hand in his made him feel so much better already. Though he still knew in the back of his head, you would be leaving him on the next party to find someone to fondle with. It definitely bothered him more than it should as a best friend, but he couldn't help it, you had him wrapped around your finger.

Except for subtle touches and kisses he knew he couldn't be asking for more anytime soon, so he just settled with the idea of protecting you from heartbreaks and other men for the rest of time. He was glad that you at least weren't interested in a real boyfriend yet, he wouldn't be able to stand the fact that even the little moments you showed him affection would be gone and forbidden then.

He loved you endlessly and he told you that before but he thought you just always assumed he meant platonic kind of love, causing him to just forget about the chance of you feeling the same for him.

"So let's go? Will you bring me home and tuck me to bed please? I'm drunk and tired." You giggled at him sweetly.

He could never refuse to take care of you. He would always have you as his priority.

"Of course. But I want a reward." He smirked playfully. He was kidding. It was reward enough being the one to bring you home from a night out.

"If you insist. But I'll decide later what I give you! Now let's go, I'm getting cold." You gripped his hand tighter and began to lead him the way out.

"No wonder, you are only wearing that little dress, I told you to cover up, so you won't get cold!" He spoke while walking with you, sounding more serious now.

"No, you just tell me to cover up so boys don't look at me." You let out a small laugh.

"And so you don't get cold." He added.

"Shut up and drive me home. Please and thank you." You two were outside now standing infront of his car. You gave him another kiss on the cheek before walking around it and letting yourself fall into the passenger seat, not without a bit of stumbling of course but you managed.

"Jesus, you are so lucky to have me." He commented before starting the engine and driving off to your house.

The care ride was mostly silent, only soft music playing in the background and you dozing off to it.

"Y/n we're here." He woke you gently.

With a small groan you opened your eyes, them being sensitive so you had to blink some more before adjusting to the light of the car.

"Carry me, Buck, please?" You started begging tiredly.

So without much complain he lifted you from the seat and closed the car door, carrying you inside the house, into your room.

"Thankssss. Love you!" You smiled with closed eyes, already laying in your bed.

"Lay with me." You mumbled, raking your arms in his direction and making room for him next to you.

It was routine, most times you wanted him to stay the night to have someone next to you while sleeping, he would be gone most mornings but that was okay since you sobered up then.

"Not tonight." He grumbled. He really couldn't do it tonight. He felt needy and he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable if he did something impulsive and inappropriate. That's the least he could do, out of respect to your boundaries.

"Why not? I promise I won't kick you this time!" You eyes were now open, being a bit surprised by his answer.

He never denied you before. You thought he liked you?

"Don't make me explain it to you. You should sleep now. We'll see each other tomorrow if you want."

"Please! Please, please!" Suddenly you had enough strength to stand up and grab his arm, pulling him towards you and the bed.

"Take my clothes off please, I can't do it." You whined.

"No I can't. I'm not supposed to do that for you. I'm trying to be a gentleman here, don't you understand?" He wouldn't budge.

"Fine!" You pulled your mini dress off your head and sighed before falling backwards back into bed.

It gave Bucky a full view of your body, you were still wearing underwear but that didn't do much for his bad conscience. The needy thoughts were still creeping inside his head and they were now even harder to ignore.

"What are you doing Y/n?" He whisper-yelled.

"Tuck me in." You comanded, smiling.

"Are you serious?" He asked, not wanting to believe that you would let him touch you in this state.

"Yes, my God! I'm too tired to move." You weren't really tired anymore you just wanted his hands on you.

He didn't say anything anymore and gave in (gladly). You felt the spark when he touched your waist, shoving you in the right position.

Shortly before he wanted to lay the blanket on top of you, you stopped him.

You took his hand, with closed eyes you whined. "Touch me more." Sighing after you made it sound so sensually and Bucky was going crazy now. His mind foggy with desperation and desire.

"This isn't a good idea." He tried to withstand you.

"You now it's the best idea I've ever had, James. Please."

"I can't just do that. You're half asleep and have alcohol in your system." He protested.

After that you didn't say anything anymore. And after those minutes of silence, although you wanted to continue with him, you were just as tired and fell asleep soon after.

He watched you fall asleep, finally putting that blanket to cover you.

Bucky left a few moments after. Not being able to look at you in an innocent way. He wanted to touch you. So badly even but he couldn't do that to you, not in this state of mind. He just hoped you weren't mad at him now. Which you were. You called him the moment you woke up the next morning with an empty bed side.

He took his phone, muttering "shit" because he knew you wouldn't be happy.

"James Buckanan Barnes!? Are you kidding me? You just left me like that? That's not what I taught you, I thought you had manners!" You sounded quite disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. I can pick you up in five and take you to a café for breakfast. Would you like that?" He tried, hoping you would give in.

"How about no? You don't deserve to take me out today. I'll find someone else to spend my day with. I'll hang up now, bye." And you were gone.

Amazing. That's not how he had planned his day. He didn't like or rather disguised it when he knew you were going out with someone else and he wasn't anywhere near you to watch the situation. And now it seemed like he had nothing to do. He was looking forward to spend the sunday with you. He always does. But he hated it when you refused to talk to him, you always gave him the silent treatment and let me tell you it worked on him everytime, got him to his knees sometimes even, just for you.

It made him realise how much control you had over him but didn't mind at the same time, he couldn't do anything against it so he just continued to enjoy your company.

But things were different when you were ignoring him. He suddenly felt his heart clench. Even if it wasn't something that would made you leave him completely, you were just a little bit disappointed. Bucky still felt like shit, his feelings for you making it not easier for him. After all you two were so close that you had to see each other every day, which wasn't very hard since you saw him in school and he didn't live far away from you.

Buck tried keeping himself occupied but after an hour he always found himself dialling your number to call you, so he could apologise again. Not one time you picked up and it made him go insane, thinking about what you might be doing without his knowledge.

He knew you liked to go on dates, play with someone's heart every now and then, only if they deserved it enough of course, you weren't just some horny kid. You had fun getting to know new people, show yourself to the world. You enjoyed yourself doing that, but it was even more fun when you had a best friend who would protect you from men and their flaws, their egos, and someone who would jealousy stare at you a few feet away from you the whole night long while you flirted with all the people around you, girls where not a no go, you picked who peeked your interest.

Though you never slept with anyone. You weren't searching for that kind of intimacy. Honestly was Bucky the only man you really trusted since you've lost your virginity.

•••

As soon as it was about evening, Bucky made his way to your house, internally begging for you to be there and let him make it up to you.

With a bouquet of tulips he ringed the doorbell. Your parents weren't there most of the time, so you were home alone once again. Now having to answer the door, not knowing what surprise what awaiting you.

As you opened the door, you revealed your handsome friend with an apologetic smile on his lips.

"Hey, doll, would you let me in so I can apologise?" He asked hopefully.

You blinked at him a few times.

"Yeah come in I guess." He could sense you weren't quite in the mood today.

"Let's got upstairs." You suggested quickly.

In your room, Bucky started to grab your hands to have you closer to him without overstepping any boundaries.

"Please? I'm sorry and I know that wasn't a gentleman move but I just didn't wanna make you uncomfortable when you remember what your drunk self did last night. I thought it would be better if I deny your affection for your own well being. I don't think you know how much you affect me sometimes." He started to regret his words just after speaking them.

You just looked at him for a moment, a bit baffled.

"I know. But we can't continue like this." James' heart stopped at that. What did you even mean by that?

No, he didn't want that.

"What? No–" He started and grabbed your hands again, leading them to his chest gently.

"James... I thought you cared about me more than that." You glowing eyes looked up at him, messing with his head once again.

"I do– I, please, Y/n. I care about you so much, you know that." He promised, beginning to get a little desperate. You found it simply cute how eager he was to please you and convince you he had good intentions.

"Stay with me next time then, alright?" You asked, acting clueless and innocent.

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry, again–"

You pulled your hands away from him, making him stop in his train of thoughts.

The feeling of you denying your affection now towards him was just as the angsty feeling he felt when you had ignored him the whole day.

"I should teach you a lesson, don't you think? I'm bored. Sorry, you know I get mean when I'm bored." You let out a puffed laugh, finding it amusing how dumbfounded he now looked.

"No, I learned my lesson already. Let's do something else that might help with your boredom. You've ignored me enough today." He stated, trying hard not to sound to affected by your actions.

"Yeah you think that? Who said I ignored you? Maybe I've just had a really good date." Oh you so knew what you were doing.

His gaze dropped, being reminded of the other many people that tried getting your attention. And in your head you had the biggest, most amused smiled dancing on your lips as you saw how he reacted. But you kept your facade.

"Come on, we both know no one will be as good as a company to you as I am." He proudly whispered.

You scoffed at him.

"Don't test the waters. You know I have my ways of keeping you an arm length away it I want to. If that's what you want, so be it. And thanks for asking, I actually had an amazing time today." A bitter-sweet smile adorned your lips.

"Don't. Don't try and push me away because I said something I didn't think about enough. I'm sorry. Tell me how I can make it up to you." Bucky grasped for your hands again, but you stepped back instantly, making him feel what he made you feel yesterday night and the following morning.

"Let's just not talk about it anymore, okay? Besides, I didn't asked you to come, you can leave now." It was probably your hormones but now you were just so mad at him.

James let out a disagreeing whine. Starting to get anxious more and more.

"No, I'm not leaving. Not with this ending. Just let me take you somewhere nice. I love you, Y/n, and I'm not leaving you like this."

"Yesterday you didn't have much of a problem leaving me either! What's the big deal? I don't want to discuss this with you anymore. I want to be alone." You told him cold heartedly.

"No!" He slightly raised his voice now. Seeing you so cold towards him was the biggest pain he'd felt in a while and it was killing him when he thought of being separated from you because of such a stupid thing.

"This is not how we end things. We never do, we always compromise." Buck tried to calm himself down again.

"But I don't feel like compromising!" Your teary eyes met his.

"You can't leave me." He now calmly said, more to himself than to you really.

"I'm not. I just want a time out. It's not healthy how we depend on each other. I should learn to take care of myself, I see that now." You sat down on you bed, playing with the few rings on your fingers.

"Of course it's healthy. We're best friends and we're always there for each other, that's normal." Bucky disagreed. He would never leave you and always be there when you needed him. Even when you had boyfriends for a short period of time, he always was there. Most of them had a problem with that, being the reason you often told them he was your cousin or brother or something. Being friend zoned like that hurt but he got used to it by now.

"But how will I ever learn to live by myself?" You shook your head.

"You're being really unreasonable right now. You know it's not a good reason to ignore me." He stepped in again, as he was done playing games.

"Just leave. We'll see each other tomorrow." You suddenly seemed drained of energy, which you were, you didn't wanna continue fighting with Bucky. You loved him so much and it made you sad thinking about you'll have to push him away someday. You wouldn't be able to stand it if he met someone else or something like that.

Of course you knew you were being incredibly selfish here, you meeting up with other people constantly and him always refraining from doing so as he would rather spend time with you. But you couldn't say that he ever complained about anything. You guessed he just got used to it and felt responsible. Besides that you were actually scared he might find someone better than you. Someone more grateful, someone who deserved his love and care.

"If you really want me go, fine. But promise me, yout won't avoid me tomorrow." He argued, his voice sounding gentle though because he could sense how tired you were.

"Promise." You groaned and rubbed your sleepy eyes.

"I'll pick you up then." Bucky took a few steps forward to you again, wanting some kind of contact from you.

"No need, I can drive myself." Your voice was almost a whisper now.

"Nope, I'd rather pick you up. Come on, give me a hug please?" He slightly pouted and took your hand in his.

You only shook your head no.

Bucky didn't know how to make you happy again. Usually he always did, though you've also never acted like this.

"Why? What's on your mind doll?" He carefully asked, caressing your hair softly.

You now looked at him and he saw how glossy your eyes were. What got you so upset?

"Are you meeting someone else?" It was a simple question but suddenly it all made sense to him.

"Absolutely not. Why are you asking me that? You know I spend all my free time with you." He assured you calmly.

"Are you sure? Not even a crush on someone?" You were eager to know, why else would he deny his affection like he did last night?

He hesitated. Well, he had one, a big fat one, on you. Not just a crush though, he had loved you ever since you got so close, which you've been since years.

"No, I mean nothing's more important to me than our friendship. You know I'll always love you most." Bucky gave you a warm smile.

"So you don't like anyone? Why did you act like that yesterday then? You know I trust you, and you trust me, don't you? I just wanted you to cuddle me a give me some love. I know I seem to get a lot attention from other guys but that's nothing compared to our bond. Because at the end of the day I'll only thing of you, no one else, I promise. I just like to keep myself busy. You know how I am." You slowly began to smile back at him.

"Oh Y/n. I'm so sure, I don't like anyone else. And I appreciate you just the way you are, always have. And trust me, I'll never find anyone better. I'm even more sure of that." He answered you and finally got the hug he wanted in return. Breathing in you scent he wished he could stay like that forever, hold you in his arms at all times.

"I really love you, James. I hope you know that." You breathed onto his shoulder.

"I love you more than you know, Y/n. And I will always want to take care of you. Even if I can only watch you, I will do it with pleasure." You giggled at that and slowly let him loose again.

"You should consider it's basically stalking. But it's okay, I don't mind. As long as it's you I don't mind being stalked." You winked playfully at him.

"I should hope so." Oh how bad he wished he would be able to call you his, grab your waist and kiss you right now.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" You hopefully asked.

"You think that's a good idea?" Bucky raised a brow.

"I do. Besides, I wouldn't accept a no this time." You mumbled and begin to scratch the t-shirt off you. Bucky being ready to look the other way. Not because he wouldn't like the view but because he would like the view.

The shirt being off you, you walked towards your closet, taking your bra off in the process. The second he saw your bare back that was facing him, his mind began to wander, having thoughts he wasn't supposed to be having.

"Why do you always do that?" He asked, in the heat of the moment and because he just couldn't think straight right now.

You found a white crop top and covered yourself up before turning to him. Well it was basically revealing your chest to him because of how thin the material was but you really didn't care, if it got a reaction out of him, good, it was serving it's purpose.

"Do what?" You laced your voice with the perfect amount of innocence.

"Change in front of me." He sighed.

"I don't know. I just really don't care, it's nothing you haven't seen on other girls before. I am not standing naked here right now so... Does it matter? I just wanna sleep."

"I've seen girls before. But that's definitely not the same. But nevermind, you're right, let's sleep." He gave in, trying to forget about it.

Bucky also got lost of his flannel and shoes. Making himself comfortable in your bed, so you could lay on him, just as comfortable. What was exactly what you did.

And in each other's arms, you fell asleep.

[beenote-blog1]

hello i'm the frustrated d/c!anon of that post you reblogged and i just wanted to say thank you for sharing those wonderful tags. "we deserve those amazing epic stories too" we do, we do. saving to look at again when i need a reminder of all the good people who are in this together, of the good things that came out of this in spite of where it has gone and where it might end.

anon, i’m sorry it took me a little while to respond to this. this is really thoughtful & sweet and i’m immensely touched that my sort of random tag rambling can serve as a little comforting reminder when the feelings get overwhelming or shipping is just a lot to handle. ♥

more accidental long rambling you probably didn’t want behind the read-more because I talk a lot

In your original message, you mentioned not having a lot of people to talk to who can understand caring so much and I relate so very much to that. I have some people who will listen to me talk it out, but they don’t really understand just how much it /means/ to me - especially when I’m feeling worried or crushed by it. Like you, intense level of reaction I’ve had to d/c had me questioning why exactly it was causing so many intense roller-coaster feelings and after thinking about it for awhile, I realized how starved I’ve been for their exact sort of epic friendship/romance story; but one which (finally) reflects (and has the potential to further reflect) some of my own experiences with dealing with my sexuality and even my own romantic experiences [okay, obviously nothing so epic in my own romantic experiences, but there’s enough there to go “yes, yes, exactly” and the rest is “this is the ideal story, who wouldn’t fall in love with this?”]. Destiel is very much what I cleave to in romance and in storytelling and it speaks to me beyond just a ship. It’s the type of story that’s always spoken to my soul [far reaching and life changing and full of love and hope and at the same time, saturated in a bit of pain and tragedy], the kind of story I’ve always sought out. I mean, of course, the dream is finding a story that could even further reflect those things & the experiences of my life and give me /more/ of the sorts of stories I’m hungry for, but the search is long and arduous for all of us and destiel has been the kind of story so many of us can carry with us and again, god, don’t we deserve those stories? the kind we carry with us? 

A big part of that, as well, is that I think d/c is sort of…wide open in a way? People with a lot of different experiences and forms of identity can find themselves reflected in d/c. Look at all of the different ways people relate to and identify with Cas.

and this is getting rambly/off track but I also think there’s a lot to be said for the ways dean and cas and their relationship highlights the lines of friendship and romance that lgbtq+ people experience and struggle with in their own unique ways. Plus, we just really want to feel like we can see ourselves in those starcrossed / will stretch across the universe and time / can survive the worst challenges type of romances and that’s fair. It’s understandable. (Those are the types of stories that have been capturing the hearts of people for ages, why wouldn’t they capture ours?) I’m not saying there aren’t canon lgbtq+ ships that aren’t out there trying to do the same and I work really hard to support them, but it doesn’t erase what destiel has meant for me and I imagine, for many others. Even with representation increasing in media, people are still struggling to find things that speak to them and it’s going to take a long time still before there’s enough representation and enough to choose from that people can find these types of stories more readily (hopefully ones which will follow through/become canon/and aren’t troubled by all of the terrible things we’ve had to deal with, with d/c). So uhm, I think, just knowing there’s a beautiful story like deancas that doesn’t have to be a strictly a straight romance and that has been unfolding slowly and so organically - even if large parts of it have had to be done in fandom -  and that has been a story ripe for inspiration and a place for people to come and feel hopeful / explore a beautiful story/ themselves/ find happiness, that’s impactful. I think it appeals to a wide array of people and it speaks to something essential in us. so, despite everything, it’s hard to just erase that from people’s minds and hearts. 

Saying that; however, I also really understand and empathize with the issues people have with the ship and especially with the way it’s been handled (I also carry around a lot of those issues and struggle with them). I also can’t divorce myself from the power of what the ship has given me or what an impact it’s had and clearly, has had for many many other people. I think there’s a reason the ship has lasted as long as it has and that it has so many people who have continued to enliven it and shape it through art, writing, content, love, ect. - even when other ships are available. I know there are people who fetishize it, like all things, but a majority of people I’ve come across are people who have found a bit of themselves, their hopes, their love, and their desire for good storytelling in the ship and for me, that’s just so special. It doesn’t erase the terrible things either; though, which is why I think it’s important to talk about those problems and make an effort to support the stories and ships that do better, as well as to be vocal about where our lines are at. I really do understand the deep pain and struggle that comes with loving this ship, especially when we’re looking at the layers added on by being part of any marginalized community - we can’t separate from that, can we? Spn has been terrible at representation across the board, period. That baggage is inevitably added on to destiel and I don’t think it can be separated. I think it’s unfair to ever demand that anyone does. 

@awed-frog, as always, has put it all much more eloquently than I ever could in most of her writing about destiel/spn, but again - I think we all have to make a choice about what we, personally, are willing to take from this. So much of the unfortunate reality of this ship has been laid out bare (the likely possibility it won’t go canon, the purposeful choice by the writers to put it in the subtext/partial text but not follow through, issues within the shipping community itself, on and on). For me, I’m in a place where I’ve cushioned myself to that reality and I’m willing to go through to the end being clear-minded about those realities (though it won’t hurt any less. it’s been a bit like preparing for someone to pass away.) I stick with it because I mostly take the best of the small things in canon to bring into my fandom space and when the show is hurting me or the cast or writers are hurting me, I take breaks and try to find more positive things to engage with. Right now, that’s just… what makes me okay/happy and it could change any time. they want to take from this show and that has included walking away for their own health and happiness and I just. fully accept and support that and understand why and I think it’s important to allow people a place to verbally work that out and support it (something I think some are doing really well with. people are hurting and it’s important to know there’s places we can go to not feel alone).

So, I keep reminding myself of where this struggle is coming from in the first place. I mean, I can’t think of many times in my life I’ve gotten /this/ emotional about a ship on a regularly, extended basis - and I’ve had a lot of special ones over the years. I think so much of it is wanting our own beautiful, reach-across-the-universe kind of stories (if… that makes sense at all). The truth is, they just aren’t easy to come by and we kind of got the terrible luck of this half accidental/half purposefully created one not being handled all that well. I like to hope that destiel will be one of the (maybe slightly failed) early prototypes to more epics that people will dive into the way we might dive into any one of those famous stories of love or adventure or sorrow that have stretched across generations and peoples, but with the representation so many of us are hungry for. And, I mean, how could anything be wrong with that, anon? I think that’s the most beautiful, human thing ever, to dream of that. So you’re super valid for those feelings and struggles regarding dean and cas. They’re special and I hope you can find a place where destiel won’t hurt you too much (even if that means trying to cope w/ the feelings and step away from it further and find better things or openly talking about it or crit writing about the show/raising awareness or writing it out or creating something even better, anything! any and all of those powerful ways of dealing). In the end, I think it’s a lot bigger than “just a ship.” People have got all sorts of desires and hopes and personal experiences tied into the stories we love. To me, that’s just… so beautiful? even when the world is sort of terrible at letting us have them. 

I really hope we all keep going forward trying to create those stories ourselves and supporting those who can. Destiel can continue to be one of our great inspirations for future stories/romances/friendships. After all, people always need inspiration and oftentimes the things that don’t reach the heights we had hoped for are the sources for building and discovering something greater. 

i wish you the best, anon. you aren’t alone. ♥ i’m happily always here if you would like an additional person to deancas feel at, but either way I wish you a lot of happiness in future ships/stories/creative endeavors/and fandom things. VwV

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i ran out of characters so:

THIS IS THE FIRST MURDER TRIAL OF OUR BRAND-NEW NATION THE LIBERTY BEHIND DELIBERATION (NON-STOP) I INTEND TO PROVE BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT WITH MY ASSISTANT COUNSEL CO-COUNSEL HAMILTON, SIT DOWN OUR CLIENT LEVI WEEKS IS INNOCENT CALL YOUR FIRST WITNESS THAT'S ALL YOU HAD TO SAY OKAY ONE MORE THING WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM? (HEY) WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM? (HEY) WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM? (HEY) SOON THAT ATTITUDE MAY BE YOUR DOOM (AWW) WHY DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME? WRITE DAY AND NIGHT LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME? EVERYDAY DAY YOU FIGHT, LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME KEEP ON FIGHTING IN THE MEANTIME NON-STOP CORRUPTION'S SUCH AN OLD SONG THAT WE CAN SING ALONG IN HARMONY AND NOWHERE IS IT STRONGER THAN IN ALBANY THIS COLONY'S ECONOMY'S INCREASINGLY STALLING AND HONESTLY, THAT'S WHY PUBLIC SERVICE (HE'S JUST NON-STOP) SEEMS TO BE CALLING ME I PRACTICED THE LAW, I PRACTICALLY PERFECTED IT I'VE SEEN INJUSTICE IN THE WORLD AND I'VE CORRECTED IT NOW FOR A STRONG CENTRAL DEMOCRACY IF NOT, THEN I'LL BE SOCRATES THROWING VERBAL ROCKS AT THESE MEDIOCRITIES (AWW) HAMILTON, AT THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION I WAS CHOSEN FOR THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION THERE AS A NEW YORK JUNIOR DELEGATE NOW WHAT I'M GONNA SAY MAY SOUND INDELICATE (AWW) GOES AND PROPOSES HIS OWN FORM OF GOVERNMENT (WHAT?) HIS OWN PLAN FOR A NEW FORM OF GOVERNMENT (WHAT?) TALKS FOR SIX HOURS THE CONVENTION IS LISTLESS BRIGHT YOUNG MAN YO, WHO THE F IS THIS? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SAY WHAT YOU BELIEVE? (HEY) WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SAY WHAT YOU BELIEVE? (HEY) EVERY PROCLAMATION GUARANTEES FREE AMMUNITION FOR YOUR ENEMIES (AWW) WHY DO YOU WRITE LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE? WRITE DAY AND NIGHT LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE? EVERYDAY YOU FIGHT LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE DO WHAT YOU DO KNOCK KNOCK KNKCM ALEXANDER? AARON BURR, SIR WELL, IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT CAN WE CONFER, SIR? IS THIS A LEGAL MATTER?YES, AND IT'S IMPORTANT TO ME WHAT DO YOU NEED? BURR, YOU'RE A BETTER LAWYER THAN ME OKAY I KNOW I TALK TOO MUCH, I'M ABRASIVE YOU'RE INCREDIBLE IN COURT YOU'RE SUCCINCT, PERSUASIVE MY CLIENT NEEDS A STRONG DEFENSE YOU'RE THE SOLUTION WHO'S YOUR CLIENT? THE NEW U.S. CONSTITUTION? NO HEAR ME OUT NO WAY A SERIES OF ESSAYS, ANONYMOUSLY PUBLISHED DEFENDING THE DOCUMENT TO THE PUBLIC NO ONE WILL READ IT I DISAGREE AND IF IT FAILS? BURR, THAT'S WHY WE NEED IT THE CONSTITUTION'S A MESS SO IT NEEDS AMENDMENTS IT'S FULL OF CONTRADICTIONS SO IS INDEPENDENCE WE HAVE TO START SOMEWHERE NO NO WAY YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE GOOD NIGHT HEY WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? WHAT DO YOU STALL FOR? (WHAT?) WE WON THE WAR WHAT WAS IT ALL FOR? DO YOU SUPPORT THIS CONSTITUTION? OF COURSE THEN DEFEND IT AND WHAT IF YOU'RE BACKING THE WRONG HORSE? BURR, WE STUDIED AND WE FOUGHT AND WE KILLED FOR THE NOTION OF A NATION WE NOW GET TO BUILD FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, TAKE A STAND WITH PRIDE I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND TO THE SIDE I'LL KEEP ALL MY PLANS CLOSE TO MY CHEST (WAIT FOR IT, WAIT FOR IT, WAIT) I'LL WAIT HERE AND SEE WHICH WAY THE WIND WILL BLOW yk what i’m too lazy to put this all in the same paragraph now so

I'M TAKING MY TIME

WATCHING THE

AFTERBIRTH OF A NATION

WATCHING THE TENSION GROW

I AM SAILING OFF TO LONDON

I AM ACCOMPANIED BY SOMEONE

WHO ALWAYS PAYS

I HAVE FOUND A WEALTHY HUSBAND WHO WILL KEEP

ME IN COMFORT FOR ALL MY DAYS

HE IS NOT A LOT OF FUN, BUT THERE'S NO ONE WHO

CAN MATCH YOU FOR TURN OF PHRASE

MY ALEXANDER

ANGELICA

DON'T FORGET TO WRITE

LOOK AT WHERE YOU ARE

LOOK AT WHERE YOU STARTED

THE FACT THAT YOU'RE ALIVE IS A MIRACLE

JUST STAY ALIVE, THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH

AND IF YOUR WIFE COULD SHARE A FRACTION OF YOUR TIME

IF I COULD GRANT YOU PEACE OF MIND

WOULD THAT BE ENOUGH?

ALEXANDER JOINS FORCES WITH JAMES MADISON AND JOHN JAY TO WRITE A SERIES OF ESSAYS

DEFENDING THE NEW UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION

ENTITLED THE FEDERALIST PAPERS

THE PLAN WAS TO WRITE A TOTAL OF TWENTY-FIVE ESSAYS

THE WORK DIVIDED EVENLY AMONG THE THREE MEN

IN THE END, THEY WROTE EIGHTY-FIVE ESSAYS, IN THE SPAN OF SIX MONTHS

JOHN JAY GOT SICK AFTER WRITING FIVE

JAMES MADISON WROTE TWENTY-NINE

HAMILTON WROTE THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE

HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME?

WRITE DAY AND NIGHT LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME?

EVERYDAY YOU FIGHT LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

ARE YOU RUNNING OUT OF TIME?

HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE TOMORROW WON'T ARRIVE?

HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOU NEED IT TO SURVIVE?

HOW DO YOU WRITE EVERY SECOND YOU'RE ALIVE?

EVERY SECOND YOU'RE ALIVE? EVERY SECOND YOU'RE ALIVE?

THEY ARE ASKING ME TO LEAD

I AM DOING THE BEST I CAN

TO GET THE PEOPLE THAT I NEED

I'M ASKING YOU TO BE MY RIGHT HAND MAN

TREASURY OR STATE?

I KNOW IT'S A LOT TO ASK

TREASURY OR STATE?

TO LEAVE BEHIND THE WORLD YOU KNOW

SIR, DO YOU WANT ME TO RUN THE TREASURY OR STATE DEPARTMENT?

TREASURY

LET'S GO

ALEXANDER

I HAVE TO LEAVE

ALEXANDER

LOOK AROUND, LOOK AROUND AT HOW LUCKY WE ARE TO BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW

HELPLESS

THEY ARE ASKING ME TO LEAD

LOOK AROUND, ISN'T THIS ENOUGH?

HE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED

WHAT WOULD BE ENOUGH?

HE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED (TO BE SATISFIED)

SATISFIED

SATISFIED (HISTORY HAS ITS EYES)

WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM?

WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM?

WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM?

WHY DO YOU WRITE LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE?

WHY DO YOU FIGHT LIKE

HISTORY HAS ITS EYES ON YOU

I AM NOT THROWIN' AWAY MY SHOT

(JUST YOU WAIT)

I AM NOT THROWIN' AWAY MY SHOT

(JUST YOU WAIT)

I AM ALEXANDER HAMILTON, HAMILTON

JUST YOU WAIT

I AM NOT THROWIN' AWAY MY SHOT

ava im terrified how did u do this. how did u get so many characters into this ask. ava. ava pls