And because fuck you I write a drabble as my answer
Henry Jekyll gently shuts the door to his lab and sighs. Yet another day had gone by without him making any progress on his latest research.
He enters the living room, and brightens a little when he notices Gabriel on the sofa, reading. Jekyll perches himself next to his beloved, and hugs his arm.
Gabriel looks up, smiles, and presses a kiss to Jekyll’s forehead. “Hello, Harry.”
“Hello. How was work?”
“It was nothing special. You’re tired, I take it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Utterson wraps his free arm around Jekyll, giving him a soft squeeze.
“Oh, it’s alright. I’m sure you have days like this, too.”
“Most certainly, though they’re frequently improved by you.”
Jekyll blushes, flattered. “Oh, Gabriel, you’re too kind.”
“Nonsense. I speak from the bottom of my heart. I love you, Henry.”
At this, the doctor freezes up. “Pardon?”
“I love you.”
I love you. It had been years since he had heard such a phrase from someone, and he could hardly believe someone as wonderful as Gabriel Utterson felt a tender sentiment like that towards him.
Gabriel frowns slightly. “I apologize if-“
“No!” Jekyll squeezes his arm, smiles at him. “Don’t be sorry, Gabriel. I was merely taken aback. I love you, too.”
“Ah.” The lawyer heaves a sigh of relief. “Excellent. Now I do believe that if you’re so tired, you should take a nap. No?”
“You are right. As you tend to be about these things. May I sleep here?”
“Of course you may, Harry.” Utterson gives Jekyll’s hair a soft fluff, and returns to reading.
It’s only minutes before Jekyll falls asleep, all frustrations gone. Gabriel Utterson— fortunately for him— makes a wonderful pillow.
A/N: @vete-a-la-chingada-pendejo I will prolly redo this one. So I apologize for the initial draft.
As James Madison opened the door to the student council meeting, he tripped on his own two feet while coming in. His fellow peers gaped at him in shock before laughing at James sprawled out. Don’t let them see you embarrassed, just get up and act like nothing happened—he tells himself until a hand is in front of his face.
Noticing the silence that sweeps the room, he takes the stranger’s hand and pulls himself up. Despite landing on his ass, his tailbone won’t be sore too long. He smiles up at the tall stranger with a tamed mane and bright Fuschia shirt and dark purple pants. The stranger lifts a corner of his mouth before turning to the rest of the student council. Quickly, they take their seats sitting in their designated spots. Thankfully, he can sit next to the new guy. Hopefully he’s not to—
“I have to say, y’all, well that was just tragic. No wonder you Northerns have no manners.” The strangers smooth drawl reminds James of home, sweet Virginia—
A familiar but prickly voice pops up to counter: “Jefferson you’re from Virginia not Louisiana. Though you do share the South’s delusional fantasies on hw to run a government.” Alexander Hamilton, skipped two grades and Secretary of the Treasurer. Alex took an accelerated class with him and James ended up going home to recuperate.
Cute stranger’s laugh is anything but humorless. “That’s rich coming from the West Indies. Bless your heart. Tell me Hamilton, how did your mom managed to send you to private school?” The stranger asks sweetly like he just asked Hamilton to tea.
Hamilton snarles at him, “You wanna talk about it like that Thomas Jefferson? How about you tell everyone about how your father—“ Hamilton starts to stand up on the desk when the silent figure that is between the two stands.
Their arguments forgotten as George Washington speaks. “Enough, begin the meeting or we reconvene until you two can act like adults.” He says sharperly, causing Hamilton and Jefferson to grumble.
As the meeting progresses, James receives a tap in his shoulder. Looking to his left, Jefferson has written in a notebook:
‘What’s yer name? I never got it.’
‘James Madison, though I don’t think I’m suppose to talk to you.’
‘Why?’
‘Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy. Is it true you kicked a child?’
‘... I only kicked Hamilshit cause he wouldn’t shut the f*ck up. Though he does act like a child.’
‘Ha ha ha I can agree. Is it true you’re a professor?’
James notices Jefferson roll his eyes and shakes his head.
‘No but I am a doctorate student. I’m not looking forward to lecturing.’
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t really like public speaking.’
‘I can understand that. I hate public speaking if I have to come unprepared. If I have a speech ready, I’m all set.’
‘Hmmm.... if I ever run for President I should get your help then ;)’
...
Later on, James gets an assignment by the President to write a thank you note for Student Congress. He tells Washington that sure, he can do it on behalf of him despite being a representative of Congress.
It’s after that meeting that Thomas waits for him outside with a piece of paper.
The taller man tucks it in his front pants pocket with a wink and says:
“Sounds like we’re gonna be friends. Be sure to text me. I would love to see you for dinner possibly, Jemmy~” Thomas says breezily before walking away leaving James with his jaw wide open.
His heart is beating too fast and it’s new and exciting. It’s the possibility of a friendship, he tells himself. He’s really nice. He thinks opening the scrap paper:
Thomas Jefferson
309-739-6769
You can call me TJ ;)
A/N: @vete-a-la-chingada-pendejo again I might change it to add more but for now I hope you like it! 💜💖💜💖
Vernon and you were a good two hours deep in watching Vine completion videos on Youtube. There wasn’t really a purpose to it other than spending time together. Yet, as Vernon scrolled by a You Laugh You Lose video, his eyes light up. He peers at you from the corner of his eyes waiting for your reaction. Sighing, you ultimately nod your head and he grins brightly at you.
“Want to make a bet out of it?” he asks.
You ponder the thought. You had been watching these videos for a while now so why not? “First one to make a noise loses and has to go down on the winner?” you offer.
He smirks at you. “I’ll play to that.”
He clicks the video and it takes ever ounce of your being to not barrel over in laughter in the first five seconds. Luckily, Vernon is in the same state as you, his lips quivering with the need to open and let him make a sound. Right as you clench you jaw, the sight of sweet victory slipping from your grasp, Vernon does exactly that. He hollers with laughter, clutching to his stomach as he doubles over in his spot on the bed. You wait patiently for him to calm down, your walls clenching at the thought of your prize.
“Are you going to eat me out now?”
Vernon blows a long sigh. “Alright.”
As you get comfortable against the pillows, he kneels between your legs and strips your bottom half bare. He places soft kisses along your inner thighs until he reaches your heat. He chuckles to himself seeing that you were already starting to get wet. He hadn’t even started. He licks a long strip towards your clit eliciting a moan from you. He does it again, this time focusing on your bundle of nerves and encasing them in his mouth. Your hip buck against his lips, groaning as the familiar feeling of your high takes over.
Suddenly, Vernon pulls away from you, laughing uncontrollably. You’re not in your right mind to ask him what’s going on though so you wait for him to explain.
“Sorry I was just thinking of the Vines,” he says between giggles.
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Never Gonna Be Alone by Nickleback
One second Clark was talking to a mortician in a morgue, the next.. well it’s all a blur. That’s the last thing he could remember and when his eyes fluttered open, panic washed over him. He was in a room, a rather large room at that, it had stained glass windows and barely any light with in it. He went to move but was pulled back by his wrists, looking above his head, his hands hand cuffs around that with chains that were bolted into the ceiling.
Okay, simple fix. Just use your strength; he thought and he tried and tried but.. it didn’t work. Why wasn’t it working? What happened to his abilities? Where was he, if only he could remember. “Clark! Oh thank god,” Chloe’s voice lit up the room, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she ran over to him. “What happened? How did you get here?” She questioned him frantically as she tried to remove the cuffs but to no avail. “I- I don’t know. How did you find me?” He asked in confusion, Chloe shook her head “That doesn’t matter right now, I just need to get you out of here.” She spoke fast, looking around for a key or some way to break the cuffs.
Chloe began searching in one lone cabinet with in the room and as soon as she opened it, the door she came through slammed shut and made a click noise. “No! No, oh god..” She ran over to it, trying to open it but it wouldn’t budge. “We’re locked in.. aren’t we?” Clark asked, still dangling. “Yes. BUT, –” She began, grabbing a key out of the cabinet and walking over to Clark. Standing on the top of her toes, she unlocked the cuffs and Clark dropped to the ground “Oops - sorry.” Chloe’s lips stretched into a frown, “It’s fine. Chloe, I don’t know why but I can’t use my abilities.” He said as he looked up at her, her face reading confusion. Clark dusted himself off as he rose to his feet “But if you don’t have your abilities..” She began “We can’t get out of here.” He finished her sentence, a sense of dread filling the room.
The two of them spent an hour checking every crevice of the room they were locked in, looking for an escape or something to use to pick the lock on the door. But they came up empty handed. They also tried to get Clark’s abilities working again, that also failed. They were stuck and they didn’t know why or by who. Chloe, for some reason, wouldn’t tell Clark where they were exactly or how she found him. Slumping to the ground, Clark gave up in defeat and minutes after, Chloe joined his side. “Is it getting hot in here?” Clark questioned, drips of sweat trailing down his forehead. Chloe rubbed at her own face “Yeah..” She began quietly, looking around the room and spotting a vent “Who ever has us in here.. they must be trying to torture us. Raise the heat until we speak.” Chloe concluded as Clark shook his head “No.. there’s something coming out of the vent.” Clark pointed, standing up “It’s gas.” He spoke in shock, his nose picking up the scent quickly. “We’re going to die in here, aren’t we?” Chloe asked in worry, “We’ll find a way out.” Clark reassured her, sitting back down to brain storm.
But time continued to pass and each half hour that passed, the more gas was released into the room. They had no ideas, they had tried everything and the only thing left to do was hope whoever was doing this would stop before either of them died.. or die together.
“Chloe..” Clark spoke slowly, still seated side by side with their backs against the wall. Both sweating like they were spending a day in the sun in Florida. And Clark could notice Chloe’s lips beginning to become chapped and a much lighter hue than her normal lip tone.“Hmm?” She raised a brow, looking over at him, her head seeming heavy as she moved it.“I’m sorry you and I –” He began, looking away momentarily as Chloe perked up “It’s fine, Clark.”She gave a trying smile as Clark shook his head “No it’s not. I always wondered what it would be like if you and I ever gave us another chance.” He admitted as Chloe’s brows knitted “When we were in high school and I was chasing after Lana all the time, I knew you had a crush on me –” He began as Chloe laughed “That obvious huh?” She questioned as he nodded with a smile of his own “But after that one football game, where I said I didn’t feel that way about you then.. well, I saw how much it hurt you and as we got older, I started feeling that way about you.” He confessed, if they were going to die, he was going to tell her everything “What? Clark, why did you never say anything?” She sat up straight, turning her body towards him “I didn’t know what to say, or how to say it. It looked like you were happy and moved on.. and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or hurt you again.” He spoke quietly, honestly.
Chloe leaned her head against Clark’s shoulder with a loud sigh “ I felt that way too. Don’t get me wrong, I did get over you for a while but it seemed like the older we got, the more I felt for you. More than just a friend.” She clarified. Clark wrapped his arm around her back, leaning his head against hers “ Well, at least we got it out in the open, you know, before our impending doom.” She faked a laugh, Clark always knew when her laughs weren’t genuine. She raised her head to look at him once again, Clark put on his best smile. “I wouldn’t change anything though. You’re one of my best friends and I’m glad we’ve got to be a part of each others lives and journeys.” This time, her smile was sincere. “Even if we weren’t together together.” She giggled, “Chloe..” He began again as she let out a quiet hmm, before she could even really speak, his lips were pressed against hers. It seemed like he had waited forever for this, dreamed of it for so long.. he wished he would of done it sooner.
Once he opened his eyes, Chloe was gone. He looked around frantically, only to realize he was still in the cuffs “WHAT IS THIS?!” He yelled, jerking his body once again, trying to free himself. “You just succumbed to one of your sins, Clark Kent!” A voice boomed from behind him and as much as he tried, Clark couldn’t spin around to see who it was. But the man walked around him, stopping in front of him “Now you can let in your dark side.” The man chuckled maliciously as Clark narrowed his eyes “You.. you’re the man from the morgue.” He put two and two together as the man nodded “I am! I have a feeling you’re going to be a good weapon.” A devilish grin swept across the mans face as Clark’s head shot back, eyes going jet black and an omega symbol being burned onto his skull. “ Welcome to the Darkside.” The man grinned.
Disclaimer: if Eacker (or Charles Lee) is your favorite character, cool. It’s my opinion he gets the number 1 spot of least favorite character due to how he ACTUALLY was in Real Life ™. Charles Lee gets number 2 because he’s a F*CKING traitor. Bitch.
25 Least Favorite Character
If anyone thinks I’m going to say ‘Maria Lewis’ prepared to get sucker punched in the face.
It’s honestly a split dependent on who disappointed me the most in the song. But I would have to say it’s: George Eacker.
George Eacker saw Philip Hamilton point his weapon to the sky. And what does the twenty seven year old do? Point his gun at Philip, resulting in his death.
That’s murder and unforgivable. The worst part is Eacker knew f*cking better and could have handled the whole affair better. If Eacker had acted like an adult (in my opinion), Philip Hamilton would have survive. But it’s hard to say...
Quick Edit: Charles Lee is after Eacker because Eacker murdered Philip. Charles Lee is a coward and a traitor. Put that on my grave stone.
(Important note: Eacker inadvertly and recklessly caused the mental collapse in Angelica Hamilton. She would insist that Philip was away at school. Before Phil’s death, she was a very talented pianist. So yeah, f*ck you Eacker.)
38 Act one or Act two
I would have to say Act I. It has most of my favorite songs and everyone is “mostly” happy. Though there is some angst, it reminds me of how far the Republic has come. (The first time we created a government was a disaster. The second time is still in place [for the most part].) The Revolution took a long time to occur and originally people were very much against it. (So many loyalists. Some things never change.) What happened afterwards... well it’s politics and scandals and compromises and mY SON and legacies.
Again, no offense, but how dare you make me chose. I hate this question because I love all the songs in this entire musical.
Nothing could have been better than hanging out with the Maknae Line. Well actually, there are a few things you could think of. But Seungkwan and Seokmin’s abrupt singing followed by an eye roll of Minghao and Chan’s cheering was a great way to start out. One giant meal and gossip session later, the seven of you are packed in the living room with Halloween playing on the screen.
Of course you’re snuggled up shoulder-to-shoulder with Vernon on the couch with a soft blanket wrapped around the two of you. Seokmin and Seungkwan share the couch with you while Minghao and Chan watch from the love seat to your right.
You jump as the young Michael stabs his sister violently. Seungkwan screams causing you to nuzzle into Vernon’s neck. He chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulder to soothe you. The movie carries on, Minghao laughing at Chan and his false machismo whenever he yells at jump scares. Yet, you feel Vernon’s hand graze down your arm and rest. You have no complaints since he lets it rest on your hip but when it goes lower and traces your inner thigh, you shoot him a glare. He doesn’t look at you, eyes trained on the screen but the smirk on his face sells him out.
“Behave,” you seethe below your breath.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Despite his words, his hand slithers between your legs. You suck in a breath when you feel his thumb trail closer to your crotch. The damn bastard. His thumb keeps working on you slowly while the rest of the guys are focused on the movie. At least you hope. You stifle a moan when he slips beneath your pants and continues his ministrations over your clothed heat. Your hips buckle unconsciously and it’s with great will power that you jump up from your seat.
Popcorn flies in the air to your left, Seungkwan and Seokmin screaming in harmony. Softly, you excuse yourself to use the bathroom, the both of them glaring at you along the way while the others laugh. It’s not until you’re in the bathroom that there’s a light knock and knowing exactly who it is, you open the door.
52. “Whatever it takes, isn’t that what you said?”
103. “Behave”
Warnings: Mentions of a Gun, Mafia References
Soonyoung’s heart thumped steadily beneath your palm. You don’t want to let him go, not yet, not when it might be the only time you see him like this. He turns to get out of bed but a hand on his arm is enough to stop him. Dark, apologetic eyes stare down at you but you don’t lesson your grip.
“Please, just a little longer.” You wrack your brain for a reason, any reason, to keep him with you even for a second. Quickly, you straddle his lap and pepper lingering kisses on his neck. He doesn’t protest so you travel south, happy that he’s naked because of the events of last night. Soon, you’re between his legs, inches away from touching his crotch. Yet at the last second, he pulls you back up with a huff.
“Honey, behave. I don’t want to be late for this mission.”
You sigh and hide your face in his chest, coming to terms with your defeat. At least you tried. “Whatever it takes, isn’t that what you said?”
A tender kiss is placed at the top of your head as his hands rub your sides up and down in comfort. “Yes. Whatever it takes, I’ll come back to you. Even if they send me to our rivals hideout without any backup or force me to eat out of Mingyu’s hands, nothing will keep me from you.”
You can’t help the chuckle that comes from his poor joke. “Okay I get it, but you should know how easy it is to worry, especially when you’re part of a gang.”
Soonyoung smiles at you. “But isn’t that also why you’re so attracted to me? Ow!”
After pinching his arm, you roll off of him, finally letting him get ready to leave. You barely have the strength to watch him with the fear of all the wrong possibilities gnawing at you inside out. Eventually, you loll your head to the side, catching Soonyoung tuck a gun behind his back. When he’s finished, he cradles your face in his hands and presses his lips on yours. It’s fleeting yet at the same time eternal.
Little did you know that Soonyoung was also hurting. That ever time he closed the door with you on the other side, a small part of him dies. He will come back to you. There is no exception.
It had seemed ridiculous at first, placing a bet to finalize where you would go for your honeymoon. Yet that doesn’t compare to the absolute craziness that are the rules of the bet Jun and you agreed on. You would rather walk around your block naked and slathered in peanut butter than admit to how the both of you came to an agreement. That being said, you breath a deep sigh and gather the fragments of what’s left of your pride to get a better hold of the vibrator in between your legs.
Jun’s smirk travels playfully from his seat across from you. A similar vibrator stands still against his dick, the other waiting patiently to turn on the settings. “Remember, first one to make noise loses.” He pauses before adding with a wink, “Make sure to be loud sweetheart.”
Oh, how you want to wipe that smirk off his face. “Ready,” you countdown, voice steady and fingers easing onto the button of the vibrator. “Set. Go!”
You press the button and turn on the vibrator to the highest setting it can go. Jun does the same, his mouth immediately opening and closing comically as his device springs to life. You would laugh at his gaping mouth if it weren’t for the almost painful sensations bubbling up in your core. Throwing a hand to your mouth, you push down the fire in your throat threatening to come out. The pain subsides and it’s with shameful need that you would trade anything in the world to bring it back, anything but this torture to keep yourself silent for even a second longer.
Yet you force yourself to look at Jun, hoping the sight of seeing his on the verge of breaking would help bring you your victory. It’s the exact opposite. Watching as his thighs quake and cock leak mercilessly draws you closer to an unexpected orgasm that unconsciously has you tossing your head back. You moan loudly, relief washing over you in hot waves.
Jun’s laughter penetrates your ears as your bliss fades to remorse. You lost. The vibrator slips from your grip, the next moan that comes out of you being of disappointment. Somehow, you sit up and stare at Jun grins happily at you and stands from his seat.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to reserve a room and buy tickets to Disney World.”
