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omg I’m alive!

I’m alive and part of the Steven universe fandom now go check out my new Lars x Gem!Reader story ;)

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Star Crossed (Lars x Gem!Reader) Chapter 2

Lars' POV

Lars let out a drastic, heavy sigh as he clocked into work at 7:50. He was technically supposed to be there by 8:00, but his mom was only able to drop him off a little earlier because she had to go to work. If she didn't drop him off, he would have to walk.

"Another long day of bullshit," he grumbled as he flipped the cardboard sign over from 'closed' to 'open'.

 "Another fucking day at this stupid job," he set himself up at the cash register.

 "Another day of my life that I'll never get back, wasted." He had been forced to get this job because his parents didn't want him sitting around in his room all day, blasting his music and "wasting his life away". If anything, he was wasting his life away with this job. 

He grunted as sunlight filled the empty shop, blinding him. With no curtains or blinds to shield his eyes from the invading sun, he looked down and scrolled aimlessly through his phone. Sadie would be coming in any minute, so at least he wouldn't be there alone all day. The shifts that he had to work alone were excruciatingly long and boring.

Sadie entered the shop about ten minutes later, a small bag draped over her shoulder.

"Good morning, Lars!" Sadie greeted him warmly as she strode towards the counter. Lars had no clue how Sadie could be this happy at this hour. On days that Lars didn't have work, he'd be sleeping until one or two in the afternoon. Another reason why his parents wanted him to have a job.

"Morning" Lars grumbled, not looking up from his phone. Sadie winced, but ignored it. Lars was always rude, especially if it was early in the morning. Lars scrolled on his phone some more, even though he heard that Sadie had started preparing for customers. He knew he was supposed to help, but he wanted to see how long he could get away with being on his phone before Sadie said anything.

"Uh, Lars?" Sadie spoke up.

"What?"

"Are you going to actually help me or..?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Lars rolled his eyes as set his phone down.

"If you keep doing that, your eyes will get stuck up there!" Sadie tried to joke. Lars looked at her with a deadpan expression.

"You sound like my mom," he grumbled as he threw out some old, crusty pastries. Sadie chuckled nervously. The two fell silent again. It had been awkward ever since they had broken up. He still wondered why Sadie hadn't quit or at least tried to get a different schedule. Maybe she still had feelings for him? Maybe she just didn't care? Whatever the reason was, Lars didn't mind all that much. He would never admit it, but he was glad to still work with her. He still cared about her as a friend, and did secretly enjoy her company, especially during work.

The two were pretty much silent for the next couple of hours. A few customers came in here and there, but most people with a working brain would go to the other larger, more modern cafe on the other side of town. Only God knows why the Big Donut was even still around.

"So, do you have any plans after work?" Sadie tried to break the awkward silence once again.

"Nope."

"Well I was wondering if maybe you wanted t-" The dainty bell on top of the door interrupted her. Lars was on his phone again, hoping that the person who had come in would take a hint and leave. The approaching footsteps told him that his rude little gesture wasn't working.

He looked up, completely uninterested in whoever it was that came in. However, his whole demeanor changed when he realized who it was. It was (Y/N), who was one of the "cool kids". Lars had wanted to get into that group for years, even before it had gained that nickname. They did so many things that Lars had always wanted to do, and everyone looked up to them. He especially wanted to join because of (Y/N). Lars has known, or for better words, known of (Y/N) for years, ever since elementary school.

(Y/N) looked up at the menu on the wall as she walked towards the glass counter, longboard in hand. She flicked her sunglasses off of her face and up onto her forehead so she could get a better look at the menu. She glanced at Lars and gave him a little smile. Flustered, Lars tossed his phone to the side, only causing it to fall off of the counter and onto (Y/N)'s foot. 

"Ow," she winced as the phone fell on her big toe. 

"I am so sorry, (Y/N) I didn't m-" 

"It's okay, Lars." (Y/N) chuckled as she bent down to pick up the phone. She handed it back to him. "It only squashed my toe." Lars turned red, but before he could say anything, (Y/N) laughed. 

"I'm kidding, my toe is fine," she giggled. Lars face-palmed. He just humiliated himself in front of the girl that he had admired for so long. Her eyes glanced back up at the menu once more before she decided to place an order. 

"Do you guys have Boston Cream donuts?" 

"Oh, sorry. We don't," Sadie cut in. Lars knew that Sadie knew how much he liked (Y/N), she always knew. He was pretty sure that she wasn't jealous, though. Sadie was never the jealous type, but it probably felt weird for her to be in the same room as her ex, and his crush. 

"Oh, that's fine! I'll have uh- strawberry?" Sadie nodded and turned to pick out a donut.

"Sprinkles or no sprinkles?"

"No sprinkles, please." Sadie put the donut in a small paper bag and handed it to Lars. Lars quickly rang it up.

"That'll be $1.09." (Y/N) took the money out of her wallet and handed it to Lars. He handed her the donut. 

"Thanks," (Y/N) smiled as she took the little bag. She turned and headed towards the door, greedily opening the bag. As she opened the glass door and stepped out of the store, she turned around and looked back at Lars. "Oh and Lars? Don't drop your phone on anyone else's feet, yeah?" She winked before flicker her shades back down over her eyes, and taking an obnoxious bite out of the donut. She long-boarded away and out of sight.

Lars turned a bright shade of red, embarrassed. The dainty little bell on top of the door rang again. Lars looked, hoping that it was (Y/N), but instead, it was Steven.

"Hi Sadie! Hey Lars!" Steven ran over to the counter, arms in the air. 

"Hey Steven," Sadie smiled down at him. "What can I get for you today?"

"Hmmm," Steven placed a finger on his chin. "I'll have a chocolate donut!"

"Coming right up!" Sadie said merrily. Lars scoffed. Sadie always had a soft spot for Steven. Probably because he was the one keeping the damn place open. He comes in everyday after all. Steven turned to Lars.

"Hey, Lars, why are you so red?" Lars got even more red than he was before. He stuttered and looked around nervously.

"I-I,uh, it's none of your business!"

"It's because (Y/N) came in," Sadie intervened. Steven raised a brow.

"(Y/N)? Who's that?" Lars rolled his eyes. 

"She hangs out with the cool kids," he snapped. "She was in here like, five seconds ago!" Steven only shrugged. 

"I don't know who she is, but I'd love to meet her!"

"Well, she just left," Sadie informed as she handed Steven his chocolaty donut. "She headed towards the other stores, you might be able to catch up to her." 

"Good idea!" Steven exclaimed. He quickly handed Lars the money and rushed out of the store and in the direction that (Y/N) had gone in. Lars watched helplessly as Steven ran out to go meet her. With his luck and (Y/N)'s friendliness, Steven would most likely make friends with her and the rest of the cool kids quickly.

"I guess Steven  is gonna go have the time of his life while I'm stuck here," Lars muttered. Sadie sighed.

"I mean, if you want I can cover for you and you can go hang out with them," Sadie offered with a small smile. "No one ever comes in on Saturdays anyway." Lars perked up.

"Really? Thanks!" He said as he grabbed his jacket and ran out the door. Sadie stood in the store alone. 

"You're welcome."

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Star Crossed (Lars x Gem!Reader) Chapter 1

Just in case ya don’t know..

Y/N = Your Name

E/C = Eye Color

S/C = Skin Color

H/C = Hair Color

H/L = Hair Length 

F/C = Favorite Color

Sunlight seeped in through your blinds, making it's way under your closed eyelids. You tried to ignore it at first, but sun's silent alarm forced your (E/C) eyes to flutter open. Your eyes focused on the the rectangular window that was perched on the opposite side of your room, silently taunting you. You groaned as you got up and stumbled over to it.

You grumpily snatched the thin, white drawstring, and yanked it downwards, sending the blinds flying up as far as they could go. More sunlight scrambled into your room, as if it had been welcomed in. You squinted, trying to adjust to the sudden change in lighting.

You looked around outside. You saw your neighbor's dog barking enthusiastically as Jamie attempted to place the mail in the mailbox without getting licked by the oversized pooch. An old couple strolled down the street, enjoying the summer's warm morning breeze as they chatted amongst themselves. Other than that, the street was pretty much empty. You glanced over at your cable box. 10:54.

'Not too bad', You thought as you tossed yourself back onto your bed and under your covers. You lazily scrolled through your phone for another thirty minutes or so, until another not so silent alarm came to get you out of bed.

"(Y/N)!" your dad called as he knocked on your door aggressively. All you could muster out was an irritated groan. He took this as an invite to open your door.

"(Y/N), why are you still in bed?" he looked down at you from your doorway. "It's almost 12:00 o'clock and you're still sleeping!"

"First of all," you retorted, sitting up in bed. "I'm not sleeping, I'm on my phone."

"And second of all?"

"Second of all, it's like 11:30, not 12:00."

"Close enough."

"Not really."

"Just get out of bed," your dad rolled his eyes, amused. "Just because its summer, doesn't mean that you can lay in bed all day." Before you could even come up with a reply, he was already walking out of your room. You loved your dad, but you couldn't wait until you could get your own place. You would have the freedom to throw parties, stay out as late as you want, and best of all, stay in bed all day. Your dad offered to help you get an apartment, just as long as you got a job. You decided that you would take him up on his offer, but only once summer was over.

You tossed the covers off of your body, and hopped off your bed, phone in hand. You effortlessly made your way down to your kitchen without even looking up to see where you were going once. You were used to it, though. You could probably make your way around your whole house with your eyes closed. Your dad was halfway out the door when he heard you come down. He rushed back into the kitchen.

"Now that you're up, you can make yourself some cereal or something," he told you. "I'm heading out to work."

"Aight."

"Hey!"

"Ugh, alright."

"Thank you," your dad beamed at you. You tried to keep a straight face, but his smile was contagious. You smiled back at him. He gave you a nod before heading out towards the door.

"Oh, and (Y/N)?" He called.

"Yeah?"

"Get out of the house, will you?" He once again left before you could even reply. As you heated up some leftover pancakes, you texted the groupchat.

(Y/N): Hey, r y'all tryna do something today? My dad wants me out of the house

Jenny: YES

Jenny: My dad wants me to work today and I need an excuse to get out of it

Cream Cheese: I'm down

Doe: ^

The four of you decided to meet at the pizzeria in about 40 minutes, and figure out where to do then. You ate your breakfast as fast as you could, tossing your plate into the sink when you were finished. You'd wash those later. You went upstairs to take a quick shower, because you were not smelling the best.

After you came out, you put on your undergarments. You looked at yourself in your full length mirror that hung on your (F/C) wall. You stared at your naval gem. It was a deep red, upside down, and in your opinion, very embarrassing. Besides your father, no one knew that you had it, and you wanted to keep it that way. So you threw on some high waisted shorts and a (F/C) loose tank top with some sneakers. You were almost done when you remembered that you had to do your hair. You looked at it in the mirror.

"Yeah, no." You snorted as you grabbed your longboard and some black sunglasses and headed out of the house.

You let your longboard fall to the ground and stepped on top of it. Even though it was the afternoon by now, the remnants of the morning breeze flowed through your hair. You made your way towards the pier, tossing your shades over your eyes. The sun was still bright, and still trying to blind you. You pushed yourself up the ramp and onto the pier, but instead of heading towards Fish Stew Pizza where your friends were all gathering, you turned and long-boarded in the direction of the Big Donut.

NOTE: I literally have so many ideas for this and I'm excited to write them. I'm sure some won't like where I'm going to take this story butttttttttt oh well leave then oops?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF STEVEN UNIVERSE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO REBECCA SUGAR AND THE OTHER RESPECTED OWNERS.

also i am caught up with steven universe but if i make a mistake pls forgive me im a noob

[findingmyrecovery]

I’m constantly forgetting meds and missing doses, so here’s something to pass around as a reminder.

Have you taken your medication today?

That other medication too?

Did you have the food/water you need with it?

Do you need to order any refills?

[ashlecat]

Reblog to save a life

[kingjaffejoffer]

[breathinginbiology]

Please reblog.

[jynxlovesluck]

C'mon it’s not only pride month it’s indigenous peoples month!!! My people!!!! Could the president honestly fuck off?

[badromantics]

I legitly have 0 words. I have all the emotions, but zero words. Yall really still think he has even a shred of a non-racist bone in his body, that he’s “not that bad”…. hmmf.

[hamiltrashitty]

Hi! I'm thinking of requesting, so i wanted to ask what fandoms you write for and if you have any rules.

If we are in the musical category, I’ve only really been into Hamilton. If you know/like any of these shows , I could also do something related to Riverdale, On My Block, the 100, or Dynasty. You can list something else that comes to mind and I may know it I just can’t think of any rn oopsAs for rules I don’t really have any besides the fact that I don’t do smut. It would be awkward and I just don’t feel comfortable writing it tbh. I hope that’s okay :,)

[hamiltrashitty]

what do y’all want

tbh I only find myself writing something when ppl ask so if u have a request then send it in it doesn’t even have to be hamilton related but keep in mind I’m not in any other fandoms so oof🙃

[hamiltrashitty]

I’m looking back at my stories and thinking to myself

bitch what the actual fuck

[hamiltrashitty]

Has this been done before? Idk probably but oh well

[hamiltrashitty]

UPDATE MY SCHOOL IS DOUGN A RAFFLE AND GIVING OUT 100 HAMILTON TICKETS I CANT EVEN TYPE IM SOC EXCITED OVKFNC

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Little Ham Man *Alternate Ending + Continuation* Chapter 6 (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader) FINALE!

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Memories are bittersweet. They remind you of the happiness from your past. They leave you with amazing stories to share and to look back on and laugh at. Memories can also cause pain and suffering. It’s the reminder of mistakes that you’ve made in the past. Mistakes that you cannot undo. And no matter how hard you try, they’ll never go away. They’ll remind you of all of the people that have come and gone in your life. In some cases, they’ll remind you of how you will never see them again, or that they will never look at you the same.

After Lafayette found out what happened between you and Laurens, it killed him. He had finally thought that he found the person he could spend the rest of his life with. A person who would love him until the end of their days, a person who could maybe provide him with the children he always wanted. However, one sentence shattered that dream. Shattered his hopes for a normal life.

“I mean, there’s nothing to be open about. We already know that you and Laurens did the do last night and there’s nothing else to it.” Alex shrugged and walked back into the bathroom.

“Wait, what?” you both turned to see a heartbroken Laf, staring at you in disbelief. You wanted to break down and cry just because of the pain in his eyes. You didn’t see tears, or anger. Not even hatred. All you saw was sheer pain. His look told you everything and it killed you to know that you had hurt him so horribly. 

You didn’t even get a chance to do or say anything before he left. He just got up and left. Without a word, Laf just turned around and walked out of the door. He didn’t even slam it on his way out. You of course chased him, calling out his name frantically. Memories of Laurens running out into the street and the pain that you felt after losing him flashed through your mind. You couldn’t let the same thing happen to Lafayette.

“Laf!” you cried out. “Lafayette, please wait!” But what good did that do? As soon as you made it outside, Laf had disappeared. It was as if he vanished into thin air within a matter of seconds. Just like John faded away when he was struck by the truck.

“Lafayette!” You called out. You ran all over the place looking for him. Hoping that it would start to rain like it did in one of those cliche movies, and that he would suddenly appear out of no where and the two of you would argue. Then you’d realize you loved each other all along, and share a long, passionate kiss. However only one of those things happened. The clouds cried as if they had just lost the love of their lives. Any moment Laf would show up. Any moment you’d be back in his arms. You’d inhale his scent and you’d feel as though you were the safest person in the world. But that didn’t happen. You wandered the streets aimlessly for hours until Laurens and Hercules finally found you crying at a bus stop. Laf was gone. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

The next people to leave were Alex and Philip. All Alex did was pick pointless fights with everyone, and eventually enough was enough and he walked out. Just like Lafayette had walked out on you. You didn’t chase him, though. You knew that he didn’t want to be followed. However, Philip reluctantly followed his father.

James, Thomas, and Burr left about two months after. The atmosphere was too depressing for them. So they left. You only had Laurens and Hercules left. 

All you did was sleep and work. You hardly ate, you hardly socialized. All you did was work so that you could keep a roof over your head. Soon you found yourself quitting your job. It had started to be too much for you to handle. Besides, Laurens and Hercules were finally able to start working. Hercules got a job at this little vintage shop, and within two years, he was able to open his own store. He started his own clothing like, which became a huge hit. Hercules was making millions. He was even able to move the three of you into a larger house in upstate New York. With Hercules’ help, Laurens was able to open his own Aquatic Sanctuary. Laurens also started to make good money. 

They stuck with you for years. Soon, you started to get better. You started to regain the life that you had lost so long ago. You would start to laugh again, you’d eat like you’d used to. You even got a new job. Hercules and Laurens stuck by you when times got hard, and you knew that no matter what happened, they’d always be by your side.

So yes, memories are bittersweet. They remind you of all the times you fucked up in your past. Fucked up things that you can’t un-fuck. But, if you’re smart, they keep you from repeating those things. They help you to find your happiness again, which was what you did. You found your happiness. And just like an ending out of a twisted fairytale, you, Laurens, and Hercules, after everything the three of you had been through, lived happily ever after.

Thank you guys so much for all of the love and support! I was honestly surprised when even one person wanted me to continue writing this story, however even with that I still doubt I would frequently update it. So here’s a drabble that I just made up as I went and I actually kind of like how it came out? I feel like it could have been way better if I had dragged it out, but nah. The fire I felt while I was first writing it died, and I felt like it was a chore to update. And not even just this story, all of them? Idk I kind of lost my love for writing, but it’s somewhat coming back? Thank you for all of my new followers too, and again I’m sorry that I’ve been so inactive. I guess I’ll just post when I post lmao. Hoped y’all enjoyed and if anyone wants to have an alt. ending to this alt. ending, I think that would be pretty cool! Just make sure to tag me and the original author! Right I’m done rambling now toodles

[hamiltrashitty]

hey i love your writing! i was wondering if your gonna finish the little ham man ending story? if not its ok!

Oof I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to reply! I planned on finishing it but I wasn’t sure if anyone was even still interested in it. I’ll try to get the next chapter up ASAP.❤️

UPDATE: I actually finished it oof

[daqueenvalkyrie]

The US :

- Can’t buy or drink alcohol under 21

- can’t rent a car under 25

- can’t WALK through a casino under 21

- can’t go see an R rated movie without an adult if under 18

- can’t go to the mall after curfew without an adult under 18 (some malls do this)

- can’t take an UBER or Lyft under 18

- can’t buy cigs under 18 or 21 (depending on state)

- can’t go to certain concerts under 18

CAN BUY AN ASSAULT RIFLE AT 18.

[hamiltrashitty]

U P D A T E ! !

✨✨ Hey y’all, I know I haven’t been very active on here and I really want to start writing more. I’m not even going to lie, I’ve been taking a break from Hamilton and although I still think its an amazing musical, I’ve gotten a little bored of it. That’s probably why I haven’t been as active on here. I feel like all of my followers followed me because of my Hamilton fanfics, and I was scared to branch out because I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested in other things that I came up with. However, I started thinking about a story that I think has some real potential, and I don’t want to let it go to waste. So for now on (if I stick by my word and start becoming more active lmao) this will not only be a Hamilton account, but it’ll be about anything and everything. Again, I felt like this account was dead because everyone who follows me probably followed me for my Hamilton fanfics (which I still plan on finishing) and wouldn’t be interested in anything else I had, but I might as well share my other ideas. I’m I always want to take time out and actually sit and write from my heart instead of writing from my ass. I feel like I don’t put enough effort into my stories and I feel like they can be so much better. It may take me longer to write, but I think its worth it if my writing can improve. So stay tuned, I have some things coming if y’all are interested. -Danielle ✨✨

[wifigirl2080-deactivated2014081]

Any Black female who lives in Oakland

Do not go to the liquor store on 90th and MacArthur, around 10-14 Black men will be standing out there with vans and they will try to snatch you up, the Arab dudes who own the liquor store are in on it do not go there during the night, if it wasn’t for my boyfriend being with me last night they would have got me #staywoke

[fmllifesuxxxxx]

SUPER IMPORTANT!!!!

[spacemaester]

PLEASE REBLOG THIS

[reverendrowdy]

Cuz I know a few of my followers out that way

[melanin-rich-chick]

Don’t go during the day either! My cousin and sister seen these vans in broad day light. They were scared shitless. They kept their distance, and no harm was done. I showed them this post a week later, they should’ve been warned sooner. PLEASE REBLOG THIS!

[kaila-baila]

SIGNAL BOOST TO SAVE A LIFE.

[booper-dooper]

Idk if anyone lives out this way, but a good warning nonetheless! Please be careful and aware of your surroundings!

[wildefire]

I was in Oakland yesterday, and I can confirm this is true. Stay safe!

[hamiltrashitty]

13 Reasons Why I’m A Chicken Wing

A chicken wing is such a simple thing, but it’s also complex. The seasoning, the hot sauce, the way you fry it. It’s beautiful really. I would know, considering I AM a chicken wing. You see, I’m a complex creature. My siblings would also agree. You may think our sole purpose is to satisfy our creator, but we’re more than that. We are beings too. My mother gave birth to me to have a place on this world. My name is Dimitri Schintzafritzalitzawhitz and I am proud to be who I am.

You’re probably wondering where I am, or how I’m communicating with you. Well, I’m in a kitchen as you may know and for how I’m communicating with you? Why, just like anyone else. I did say we were complex right? The kitchen I’m in is quite large, a sensible refrigerator, a stove with a pot full of hot oil where my destiny lies, the usual.

I see my partners from my viewpoint, a batch of raw fries waiting to be dumped into the popping oil. I can also see a family, a tall woman, an even taller man, and a two small children. It reminds me of my mom and my other siblings, they were probably sent to a different supermarket and picked up by a different family. It makes me sad almost, knowing I won’t be able to reunite with them. Maybe in another life I’ll meet them again. I let a stray tear slip down my crunchy exterior. Wait no, that was oil.

All of a sudden the oil stopped popping, plates were being set on the table. Me and the rest of the batch were picked up and brought to the family. I was set in front of one of the children. It was a small girl, no older than the age of 5. She bounced up and down in her chair and eagerly picked me up. I closed my eyes and let multiple tears escape and fall down my crispy skin. I was at rest finally, I will see my family soon I hope. I’m happy.

~ Bre

[hamiltrashitty]

Introducing Me

Hello! My name is Bre. I’m a new co owner of this account I guess. I don’t know how much I’ll post? My posts are going to be weird, some chicken fics here and there (hint hint). I may post a serious story every once and a while? We’ll see. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy what I have to offer, which isn’t a lot. 

[hamiltrashitty]

Murder Mystery (Lafayette x Reader) Pt. 1

Summary: Lafayette and his friends try to solve your murder.

Warning(s): Mention of suicide, murder, a curse or two

Next chapter

After being missing for several weeks, the police found your body hanging from the George Washington Bridge. At first, everyone figured that it was suicide, but evidence proved otherwise. You had been murdered.

You didn’t have enemies, in fact, everyone loved you. The killer left no traces, only a note tied your arm.

“It was for the best.”

The police spent months trying to use it to get a lead, but after a while the case was closed and was labeled as a suicide.

Your friends and family were furious, but there was nothing more to do but to have a funeral and move on. Lafayette, your boyfriend of six years couldn’t however. While everyday got easier for everyone else, it got harder and harder for him. He constantly showed up to the police station, begging them to reopen the case. He would show up at your parents’ house, drunk out of his mind asking them if they really believed you committed suicide. They’d have to call Alexander or Hercules to come pick him up every time.

His anger then turned to you.

“Why did you leave me?!” he would cry out randomly. “You didn’t try hard enough!” His neighbors had to call the cops one time because he wouldn’t stop screaming one night.

Lafayette had to spend a month in a mental institution. It actually helped him a lot, but he still didn’t have closure. When a whole year had passed, he finally came to the conclusion that you had committed suicide. He forced himself to believe that you were struggling with something that no one knew of and that you couldn’t be saved.

He started getting his life back together. He started working again, let his friends back into his life and even attempted to start dating. He stored all of your belongings away and put all of the photos of you in a box and hid them in a closet. Lafayette was finally finding a way to cope with his loss until he started getting the messages.

He got the first one at exactly 3:00 a.m.

“I did it.”

He thought that someone had texted the wrong number and ignored it.

The next day at the exact same time he got another message.

“I killed her.”

When he opened the message that morning, he ran to the police station as fast as he could. He showed them the message but he was told it was probably a prank. For the next week he kept getting messages at the exact same time saying, “She deserved it” or “I killed her”. His breaking point was when he got a message saying:

“It was for the best.”

Lafayette gathered his friends together that afternoon.

“I-I’ve been getting these messages,” he held the phone up shakily. “This person claims to have killed Y/n and they keep messaging me every morning at three.” Alexander took the phone and scrolled through the messages. The phone dinged.

“What the..?” Eliza look at the screen and gasped. Lafayette snatched the phone from Alexander and covered his mouth in shock. It was a picture of them from outside of the window. Alexander got up and closed the curtains before turning to Lafayette.

“How do they know we’re here?” he snapped. Lafayette held his hands up in defense.

“I don’t know!” he cried.

John took the phone and saved the picture.

“We need to show this to the police,” he said as he grabbed his jacket.

“I went on Thursday, they said it was a prank!” Lafayette protested.

“Well this doesn’t look like a prank to me,” Herc said after taking a look at the picture and handed the phone back to Lafayette. “We need to tell the police. Now.”

“Shouldn’t we call Y/n’s parents?” Peggy piped up. Laf shook his head.

“We should speak to the police first to see if they can even do anything about it.”

When they got to the police station, Laf was allowed to speak with the chief. ”I’ve been getting these messages everyday at the same time.” He showed the chief the phone.

“When we got together to talk about it, whoever this is seemed to know. They took a photo of us from the window.”

“And how long has this been going on?”

“For a week now.” She nodded.

“We can try and trace the number. While we do that all of you will need to be taken in for questioning.” Laf modded and sighed in relief. The police force was finally going to do something.

Once they were done being questioned, the chief came back.

“We weren’t able to track it,” she looked at Laf apologetically. “Whoever is messaging you knows how to cover their tracks extremely well.”

“Is there really nothing you can do?” Laf asked.

She shook her head.

“If we find anything, we’ll let you know.”

“Damnit!” He stormed out, his friends on his tail.

“Laf, wait!” Hercules called out. Lafayette turned around.

“I’m sick of this!” He snapped. “The police don’t even seem to care! As soon as there’s an obstacle they give up!”

Peggy rested her hand on Laf’s arm.

“They can only do so much Laf.” He snatched his arm away.

“No! They could do more!” He paced back and forth. “Fuck it. You know what? I’m going to solve this on my own.”

I hope y’all enjoyed!

-A-A-Ron