#interrupting laf

[fans-of-the-damned]

I fucking hate when show reviewers pause DURING A FUCKING SONG.

[secretlittlerandezvous]

Caught In The Act - Alex Laferriere

Summary: Alex’s teammates suspect he’s hiding a new relationship after noticing his unusual happiness.

Word: 675

Alex had always been the quiet type, the kind of guy who flew under the radar when it came to anything off the ice. Alex wasn’t exactly secretive, but he valued his privacy. Recently, though, his teammates couldn’t ignore that something was different about him.

“Alright, what’s up with Laf?” Kevin asked one day as they hanged out in the locker room after practice. “He’s been smiling like he won the lottery, and I’ve seen him check his phone at least five times today.”

“I’ve been saying it for weeks,” Quinton Byfield chimed in. “He’s seeing someone.”

“Definitely,” Adrian agreed, leaning back against the bench. “Did you see him after practice yesterday? He was humming.”

“Humming?” Brandt’s eyebrows shot up. “Okay, now I’m curious.”

The group laughed, but from that moment on, Alex became their main target of playful investigation. They started watching him like hawks trying to catch him slipping out of the arena, glancing at his phone, or acting suspicious in any way. But Alex wasn’t giving anything away, and his tight-lipped attitude only made them more determined.

The break finally came one Friday night when the team decided to grab dinner at a new restaurant everyone was talking about. They chose a large table in the back, the usual banter and laughter filling the air as they waited for their food.

“Man, Laf’s missing out,” Adrian said, taking a sip of his drink.

“He said he had plans,” Quinton replied, narrowing his eyes. “Pretty convenient excuse, huh?”

Kevin smirked. “He’s definitely on a date.”

“Guys,” Brandt interrupted suddenly, his voice low and urgent. “Look over there.”

All heads turned to where Brandt was pointing. There, in a booth near the window, sat Alex. His face was lit up with a rare smile, and he was leaning toward a girl across the table. The girl was laughing at something he said.

“No way,” Jordan muttered, sitting up straighter. “Is that Laf?”

“Busted,” Adrian said with a grin.

The group stared as Alex reached across the table, brushing a stray piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear. She blushed, her hand resting on the table near his, and it was clear from the way they looked at each other that this wasn’t just some casual hangout.

Quinton was the first to react, standing up and waving dramatically. “Hey, Laf!” he called across the restaurant.

Alex froze mid-sentence, his head snapping toward the sound of Quinton’s voice. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the entire table of his teammates grinning and waving at him.

“Oh no,” Alex muttered under his breath, sinking a little lower in his seat.

Y/n, confused, turned to look at what was happening. “What’s going on?”

Alex let out a resigned sigh. “Those are my teammates,” he said, nodding toward the group.

Her eyes widened slightly before a laugh escaped her. “Well, they seem fun.”

“That’s one word for it,” Alex replied.

Adrian, Kevin, and Brandt were all gesturing for Alex to come over, but Alex shook his head firmly. This only made them laugh harder, and they started clapping loudly, much to the amusement of the others at the restaurant.

“Well, I guess the secret’s out,” Alex said with a small smile, turning back to Y/n.

“You were keeping me a secret?” she teased, though her tone was lighthearted.

“Only because they’re impossible,” Alex assured her. “And now I’ll never hear the end of it.”

From the other table, Quinton cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “We love her already, Laf!”

Alex groaned, burying his face in his hands as Y/n’s face turned red from embarrassment. “They’re never going to stop, are they?” she asked.

“Not a chance,” Alex admitted.

The rest of the team laughed as they got up to leave, teasing Alex the whole way out.

As Alex and Y/n finished their meal, the easy affection between them was undeniable, and Alex knew that no matter how much his teammates poked fun at him, he wouldn’t trade the peace he found with her for anything.

[aoelustious]

Stepbro, It’s Just a Massage [LAMS MODERN AU]

Laurens had had a long day.

His lectures had run late, his TA had ghosted his meeting again, and the guy in front of him in line at the boba place spent ten whole minutes arguing about the sugar percentage. And yet, through it all, Laurens had smiled, ordered Hamilton’s favorite drink (tiger sugar, 50% ice, extra boba, oat milk, no substitutions), and fantasized about spending the rest of the evening spooning his annoying, overachieving, hopelessly self-destructive boyfriend in bed.

That was the dream.

The reality was... worse.

When he stepped into their apartment, he immediately noticed something was off. The lights were dimmed. There was no clacking of keys, no rustle of papers, no victorious yelling about footnotes. No “JOHN, I JUST MADE A POINT SO DEVASTATINGLY BRILLIANT IT COULD REBUILD ROME!”

Just... quiet. Peaceful. Suspicious.

And then—

He heard it.

“Loosen up mon cher... You’re too tight.”

Laurens froze mid-step. One hand still holding the handle of the grocery bag, the other gripping Hamilton’s boba cup. His brain stalled like a Windows 98 startup screen.

That was Lafayette. Clear as day. Smooth and low, like a jazz saxophone dipped in sin.

Then came Hamilton’s voice. Whiny, breathy, and—God help him—moaning.

“Ahhh—fuck—Laf, wait—wait—no, no, no—ahhh, that hurts!”

Laurens blinked. Hard.

Was he dreaming?

“You’re so tense here... Mon dieu. You must really relax.”

“Nghhh—shit—my spine’s going to split—I’m gonna—”

The grocery bag fell.

So did his soul.

The boba landed on its side, straw popping free, liquid caramel cream pooling into the tiles like his will to live.

“Keep going—please—don’t stop—oh fuck, right there—!”

Laurens didn’t even think. He just launched down the hallway like a ballistic missile. His socks skidded against the laminate floor as he shouldered into the bedroom door—

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING—?!”

And then he froze. Again.

Time slowed.

It was, in a way, exactly what he feared.

Hamilton was half-shirtless. His shirt hiked up all the way to his nape. Hair messy. Face flushed. His arms were sprawled uselessly out at his sides, shoulders tense and trembling. He was panting. Moaning. Face-down on their bed like a romance novel cover gone terribly, terribly wrong.

Lafayette knelt beside him, sleeves rolled up, hands slick with oil, pressing firm and unrelenting into Hamilton’s back like a man trying to tame a dragon. His expression? Calm. Focused. Criminally unbothered.

The sheets were rumpled. The air smelled like lavender. There were sounds. The kind Laurens had only ever heard in his own bedroom when Hamilton was at his whiniest and neediest and—

“My back,” Hamilton croaked, eyes still squeezed shut. “I’m not cheating. I swear. I’d never cheat. My entire thoracic region just gave up on life.”

“...Massage,” Lafayette said simply, like a man tired of being interrupted during CPR.

“Thirty pages,” Hamilton added. “In cursive. Cursive, John. My right hand is in a coma. I dropped a pen earlier and wept.”

Laurens staggered into the room, brain static-blurred. “You—you were moaning. You were begging—”

“He hit the knot,” Hamilton groaned dramatically. “The evil one. The knot where my body stores the trauma of middle school gym class.”

“You said he was too tight,” Laurens snapped at Laf.

“He is,” Lafayette replied without missing a beat. “He’s like a bundle of electrical cords shoved into a Pringles can.”

“And you—you said—‘don’t stop’—and you screamed—!”

“I was bargaining with Death,” Hamilton mumbled into the pillow.

Lafayette pressed into another spot.

Hamilton howled. Loud. Filthy. Unintentionally obscene.

“I hate this apartment,” Laurens said, wiping a hand down his face.

“You brought my boba, right?” Hamilton whimpered. “Tell me you didn’t leave me in this cruel world without sugar.”

Laurens pointed wordlessly at the hallway, still trembling.

“There’s a puddle,” he hissed. “It used to be your tea.”

Hamilton blinked. Then whimpered again. “You came home just in time to hear my suffering. That’s love.”

“That’s trauma,” Laurens corrected. “Do you know what it sounds like from the hallway?!”

“I moan like that for you all the time.”

“Yeah,” Laurens snapped. “But I know what I’m doing! This sounded like a porn parody of a chiropractor’s office!”

Lafayette, rising to his feet and toweling off his hands, chuckled softly. “Jealousy does not suit you, John. But it is flattering.”

“Out,” Laurens growled.

Lafayette raised his hands in surrender. “Very well. But next time he writes a manifesto overnight, I’m not saving his lumbar spine.”

And with a wink, he sauntered out.

Laurens sat down heavily on the bed.

Hamilton turned his head an inch. “Are you mad?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Are you going to finish the massage for me?”

Laurens narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know. Are you going to sound like you’re being ravished every time I touch a pressure point?”

Hamilton grinned. “Is that a yes?”

“Roll over,” Laurens muttered, grabbing the massage oil. “If I find one leftover note card under this mattress, I’m smothering you with it.”

Laurens was trying so hard to be normal.

Hamilton was injured—technically. He was in pain. He had, for reasons unknown to modern medicine and sanity, hand-written thirty pages of legal commentary in a single night like a cursed Founding Father possessed his soul. And now his back had seized up like a dying typewriter. Fine. Reasonable. Understandable.

So Laurens, being a good boyfriend, had set aside his jealousy, his fear, and the deeply traumatic auditory experience he had just suffered, and climbed onto the bed to help.

He straddled Hamilton’s thighs, hiked up the pajama top that had ridden down, and stared at his boyfriend’s mess of a back: tense, red, oily from Lafayette’s earlier efforts, and temptingly freckled.

This was fine. He could do this. He was mature. He had restraint. He was definitely not still furious about the sounds Hamilton had made.

Laurens rubbed his hands together, warming them. “Okay. Ready?”

Hamilton let out a pitiful little hum. “Mm-hmm.”

“Not gonna fake orgasm noises again, are you?”

“I make no promises.”

Laurens pressed into the first knot and—

“Nnnhhh—God—yes—”

Laurens froze.

“...Alex.”

“I meant thank you,” Hamilton said sweetly. “Please continue.”

He pressed again, thumbs working deeper into the muscle—

“A-ahh—right there! Don’t stop—oh fuck—John—!”

“Alexander!”

“I’m not doing it on purpose!”

“You absolutely are!”

“I’m in pain, John! Am I not allowed to express myself?!”

“Express yourself like a person and not a gay audio file titled ‘Stepbro Gives Me a Deep Tissue Release.’”

“I don’t control my vocal cords when I’m in agony!”

Laurens huffed, face burning. “I swear to God, if you moan one more time like you’re about to come, I’m going to—”

He pressed just under the scapula—

“Ffffuck—yes—right there, baby—oh, God—”

Laurens snapped.

“That’s it!”

He shoved Hamilton’s shirt up higher, leaned down, and bit the back of his shoulder blade.

Hamilton let out a choked gasp and went limp. “OH. Oh we’re doing that now.”

“You wanna act like you’re being fucked? Fine,” Laurens growled, hands sliding lower, pressing his palms into the arch of Hamilton’s back. “Guess I’ll make it accurate.”

Hamilton gave a whimper. “This feels like a punishment, and I don’t hate it.”

“I know you don’t.”

“Can I still get my boba after?”

“It’s on the floor, Alex.”

“I’ll suck it out of the tiles. I have no shame.”

Laurens smacked his ass.

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m in love.”

“You’re the worst person I know.”

“But I’m your person.”

Laurens sighed, dropping his forehead against Hamilton’s spine with a long groan. “I hate how much I love you.”

Hamilton smiled into the pillow. “Wanna hate-fuck the knot out of my back?”

“…Maybe.”

“…So that’s a yes.”

Of course, there were many things Alexander Hamilton had been accused of in his life:

Speaking too fast

Thinking too much

Writing too much

Writing instead of thinking

Getting off on academic pain

Being physically allergic to sleep and self-preservation

Being loud when overstimulated

All of these were true.

But perhaps the most dangerous thing about Alexander Hamilton was this:

When he got exactly what he wanted, he became insufferable.

Right now, what he wanted was John Laurens—with angry hands, vengeful mouth, and the grudging rage of a man betrayed by a very erotic back massage.

And God, was he getting it. 

The room was a mess.

The sheet had been kicked off the bed. Hamilton’s shorts were hanging off one ankle, his shirt somewhere between a scarf and a bib. His hair was sticking to his forehead in chaotic little curls, and he had bite marks blooming along the slope of his shoulder and the curve of his spine.

Laurens was kneeling behind him, hair wild, lips flushed, fingers digging possessively into his hips like he was trying to stake a claim. Which—fair. After the auditory betrayal earlier, he had to reclaim the moaning rights.

Hamilton was panting, whimpering, arms trembling where they braced the mattress.

“Y-you’re doing this to punish me,” Hamilton gasped, half-laughing, half-gone.

“I’m doing this because you won’t shut the fuck up.”

“That’s a lie,” Hamilton whined. “You like when I’m loud.”

“You moaned Lafayette’s name once.”

“I WAS THANKING HIM FOR PRESSING A KNOT—!”

“AND THEN YOU GROANED! LIKE A HARLOT! IN OUR BED!”

“I WAS DYING!”

“GOOD! DIE LOUDER!”

Hamilton practically screamed into the pillow. He sounded wrecked. Blissfully wrecked. Apocalyptically wrecked. The kind of wrecked that made neighbors call the front desk to ask if someone was being murdered by a ghost.

Laurens wrapped a hand in his hair and tugged gently—enough to tilt his head back.

“You moan like that again, and I’m gonna make sure you’re actually limping for the next three days.”

“Promise?” Hamilton slurred, giddy.

Laurens growled.

And then—

 “Should I come back later, or are you taking song requests?”

Both of them froze.

Whipped around like deer caught mid-sex in headlights.

Lafayette stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, a large bag of popcorn in one hand and an energy drink in the other. He was chewing.

Loudly.

Smirking.

Unapologetically enjoying the show.

Hamilton made a noise—something between a yelp and a wheeze—and collapsed face-first into the mattress like a child pretending to be invisible.

Laurens didn’t move. His brain simply shut down. His hands were still on Hamilton’s hips. His chest was still heaving. His soul had left the chat.

“I knocked,” Lafayette said cheerfully, “but then I remembered how you came in earlier, John, like the Kool-Aid Man of Jealousy, so I figured turnabout was fair play.”

“WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING THERE,” Laurens snapped, still somehow inside the most compromising position of his life.

“I live here,” Laf said mildly. “Also, I brought snacks. I thought you’d be watching a movie. Imagine my surprise when the audio was even better.”

Hamilton made another strangled noise. “Lafayette. I am begging you. Leave now or I will go limp forever.”

“You already are limp, mon cher,” Lafayette said. “In the spine. Because you wrote a hundred thousand words like a possessed quill goblin.”

“OUT!” both Hamilton and Laurens shrieked at once.

Lafayette made a show of sighing dramatically. “Fine. But you two owe me a new tub of massage oil. That was imported. From France. And now it smells like post-coital regret.”

He turned with a flourish and shut the door behind him—too gently, too smugly.

Silence.

Just the sound of Hamilton breathing into the mattress, Laurens still clutching him from behind like a man in shock.

“…So,” Hamilton mumbled into the sheets. “That’s… two for two.”

“I’m changing the locks.”

“You won’t.”

“I’m putting your name on Lafayette’s next lease application as ‘Alexander Moans-Like-He’s-Getting-Fucked Hamilton’.”

“I dare you.”

“…I love you.”

“…Love you too.”

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/748383684619599872/httpstwittercomjulieflemingstatus1782059373

what's funny about this vid is that I first heard about this happening from known liar Vera... ya know what she said about this moment?:

https://twitter.com/raths_kitten/status/1782059279358231030

Ricky interrupted and danced. Rob is happy. „Best bachelor party ever!“ But Ricky is just dancing on Jared who‘s not amused. I think Rob is jealous. 😆 #jib14

So ofc as a Rob fan she saw Rob just standing there watching and decided he was "happy" and "jealous" because ofc she needs him to want men. But Jared, who is both involved and plays along (starts to take his shirt off, gives Ricky the fan, etc) in her mind was "not amused" because she can't admit he would be comfortable with another man dancing on him (except this isn't even the first time something like this has happened and Jared has never looked uncomfortable).

Proof that people like Vera tweet according to their biases and you can't take anything they post as accurate.

We all know Jared is down to play along with stuff like that, we've seen it before, but since it doesn't fit the Jared-haters narrative they have to lie, even when there's video evidence to the contrary.

Problem is, since most of the Jared-haters have so many other con-goers blocked (or have been blocked), they're never going to see the video, or they won't want to, and they'll just take Vera's account as truth, thus perpetuating even more lies.

[tricornonthecob]

Or maybe all the tea I drank

LK 122: Heaven is a Place in Versailles

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

pfffffft all the way to South Cackilacky, that's somehow worse than the Mayflower getting blown all the way to fucking Mass.

lololololololol Cackilacky would open fire.

Wow they went from Stan Your Ground to Bring This Man Around Town.

aww shit road triiiip

lol I bet Congress is absolutely sauced rn.

nice save there, Sarah, your patriot was almost showing.

...Henri that would defeat the purpose of why he went and bought himself a fucking boat.

"Live in your mansion." Henri you are simping so hard how long has it been since you've been around a Frenchman? Surely there are Quebecois that come visit Philadelphia.

I see, Henri just wants that drip.

"...Well ok then."

"everything I have" aren't you boat-poor, Laf?

Sarah's not *super* thrilled she got voluntold to be the transcriber, but she doesn't mind all that much.

Congress: "without pay???? Say no more, fam."

"People who can afford to be defrauded of their labor!"

oooh yeah. Those delegates are sauced.

the only person here to properly pronounce marquis.

Major-General jesus fucking christ they fucking *are* sauced.

Pondering the Gourd.

Moses, let a girl ponder a gourd and a selection of Purple in peace.

Not to interrupt this very important dialogue but I wonder how long it took the studio to get halfway decent at drawing cocked hats, they are a BIIIITCH, also is that a fucking machete they're using to cut that cheese wheel.

H A M T R A N S I T I O N

is a ham transition a hamsition.

Okay I am actually curious wtf is this.

Gettin a taste of that Pilly nightlife, Jober?

is Lafayette supposed to be short or did James grow a fucking inch gotdamn the great dane/beagle puppy had a growth spurt.

Okay fangirl, take it down by like one notch.

[thenasoneshots]

Thomas Oneshot - (Y/n)'s Candy Store

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Songfic/Fluff

Song Used: Candy Store - Heathers

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: Washington’s Daughter

Warnings: Swearing, implied Lams (John being a gay mf)

Other notes: Reader is seen as the ‘mythic bitch’ of the school. Being able to do whatever she wants because Washington is the headmaster (hehe)

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“-and then I punched him in the face. Again. Like when is  he going to fucking learn that I don’t like him romantically?” I finished, banging my head on the table, the rest of the Hamilsquad sitting around me in the lunch hall, John on my left, Laf on his other side, Alex opposite me and Herc sitting opposite John.

“I wish I was you, (Y/n). I would-”

“We all know, you’d ‘kill to have a guy look at you the way Jefferson looks at me’. You keep saying it, John,” I interrupted him, patting his shoulder, “Don’t worry, if your crush doesn’t man up and tell you he likes you back, I’ll make him,” I continued, sending Alex the side eye of ‘I fucking know you’re bisexual you little fucker. Tell him’.

“(Y/n)... don’t look now, but I think we might have a problem… In the form of a magenta and macaroni-loving piece of shit.”

I rolled my eyes and lifted my right hand up to my face, hoping Jefferson wouldn’t be able to tell it was me if he couldn’t see my face. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.

“Well, hello there, Darlin’.”

“Fuck off, Jefferson. I’m not interested.”

“How did you know I was gon’ ask you out, Darlin’?”

I rolled my eyes, exasperated, before standing up, muttering a ‘watch this’ to my friends, “Are we gonna have a problem? Have you got a bone to pick? You’ve come so far in my books, why now are you pulling on my dick?” I asked, grabbing the cane he always carried around, using the head of it to bring his face closer to mine before pushign him away from me, “I’d normally slap your face off, then everyone here could watch,” I continued, using my hands to indicate the entire lunch hall where the majority of the school was seated, finishing off their lunch, most of the tables being cleared, “But I’m feeling nice, here’s some advice. Listen up, biatch!” I exclaimed sitting on the table my friends were seated at, “I like! Lookin’ hot buying stuff they cannot. I like! Drinkin’ hard, maxin’ Dad’s credit card. I like! Skippin’ gym, scaring her,” I sang out, pointing over to one of the random girls in our year, “Screwing him,” I continued, sending Laf a wink, considering our past hook-up history, it was fun, “I like! Killer clothes, kickin’ nerds in the nose!” I continued, hopping off the table and pretending to kick Jefferson in the nose.

“If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls, let your mommy fix you a snack! Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke in my Porsche with the quarterback! Woah! Woah! Woah!

Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store. Time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore, then step into my candy store. Girls fall at your feet, pay the check, help you cheat. All you have to do is say goodbye to Shamu. That freak’s not your friend, I can tell, in the end, if he had your shot he would leave you to rot! ‘Course if you don’t care, fine! Go braid his hair, maybe Sesame Street is on, woah! Or forget that creep and get in my Jeep. Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn. Woah! Woah! Woah! Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store you just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore then step into my candy store. You can join the team,” I continued motioning to my friends, leaning on the cane I’d taken from Jefferson a few minutes prior, proving I was not planning to return it once I’d finished my fun by messing with him, “Or you can bitch and moan. You can live the dream or you can die alone. You can fly with eagles or if you prefer; Keep on testing me, and end up like her!”

At this moment, James came running up to Jefferson, seemingly out of breath, “Thomas, look! Dolley invited me to her party! This proves she’s been thinking about me!” (I hate being mean to Jemmy, but I couldn’t think of anyone else to use)

“Color me stoked!” I heard Jefferson mutter, proving he was still trying to get on my good side, knowing I’d been the one to send James the small note, me being able to imitate anyone’s handwriting.

“Woah! Honey, whatchu waiting for? Step into my candy store! Time for you to prove you're not a lame ass anymore! Oooh woah! Woah oh oh! Then step into my candy store!” I finished, posing whilst holding the cane in both hands (think the end of ‘What’d I Miss?’) before sitting down and finishing off my lunch.

“Okay, fine. Point proven. I’ll leave you alone.”

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I had been sitting on one of the benches outside, taking in the summer air, when I heard muttering from behind me, “No, you tell her!”

“She’ll be more annoyed if it’s me!”

“She likes you best, John, you tell her!”

“What?! Are you trying to get me killed?”

At this point I got annoyed with the four of them ruining my peaceful break from the school day and stood up, walking over to them, “What are you boys muttering about?”

“John’s got something to tell you, (Y/n)! We’ll leave you in peace!” Alex shouted, pushing John forward before grabbing Laf and Herc by the wrists and dragging them off, leaving me and John alone.

“Listen, (Y/n). Please don’t kill me for this but… the thing is… w-we don’t want to be your friends anymore!” he sputtered, probably trying to get it over with as soon as possible. That was a dagger to my heart. I knew I was a bitch sometimes, but I didn’t realise it was to the point where it made the Hamilsquad scared of me. I nodded, trying to hold back the tears, “Okay, I understand.” I saw John breathe a sigh of relief as he ran off in the direction Alex had dragged the other two off in. I just returned to the bench I was sitting on and sobbed. Not caring any more.

“(Y/n)?”

“Fuck off, Jefferson. I’m not in the mood for you to ask me on another date right n-wait did you just call me by my first name?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry for always pestering you about a date, but that’s not the important thing right now. What is, is you tellin’ me why you’re upset. I've never seen you cry in all the years I’ve known you.”

“Because I didn’t have a reason. I should have known. I should have known those little pieces of shit were only being my friends because they knew it meant they could get away with any prank they wanted to.”

“What?”

“Laurens just came over and told me they didn’t want to be friends anymore. No one likes me for me, they just like me cause of my dad, speaking of, I need to talk to him, if you’ll excuse me,” I spoke, standing up and starting to walk off, before I was grabbed by the wrist, “(Y/n), wait. Please don’t say that. I know one person who likes you for you.��

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

“Me.”

I just looked at him in shock, yes he’d been constantly asking me out, but I thought it was just because he was trying to get in my dad’s good books or something, “Y-you’re serious?” He nodded and brought a hand up to my face, wiping the tears from my cheeks, “Honestly. I swear on my life, I like you for you, not the persona you put up in school.” I smiled and placed a hand on his cheek, my eyes flicking between his eyes and lips, but before I had the chance to ask, I was beaten to it, “(Y/n), if you want to kiss me, you don’t need to ask.” That was all I needed, and I wrapped my arms around his neck letting the cane I’d stolen from him drop to the ground, as I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

“Wow… That was… Thomas, can I tell you a secret?”

“Hm, of course, (Y/n).”

“That was my first kiss.”

“H-how?! How can you never have been kissed before? You’re gorgeous,” Thomas asked, a shocked look on his face. I just sighed, “No one’s ever wanted to kiss me before, well not strictly true, I’ve never let anyone kiss me. Yes, I’ve had a boyfriend in the past, but I didn’t trust that he wasn’t using me for my father, so I never let him kiss me, and then he broke up with me…”

“I promise I will never do that to you, (Y/n). Ever.”

MEANWHILE

“What?! She’s giving him a chance?! I cannot believe this. I thought he’d never want to talk to her again if we broke her walls down!”

“That was your plan, mon ami? You broke her apart by making John tell her that we didn’t want to be her friends anymore, just on the off chance that Jefferson would see she’s ‘not as strong as he thinks’ and leave her alone?”

“Laf, this is not the time. Go and talk to her. You were her second favourite after John, who she’s never going to want to speak to again.”

--------------- BACK TO YOUR POV

I smiled sitting next to Thomas at lunch the next day, James and Aaron sitting opposite us, the former having forgiven me for my comments towards him.

“So remind us again how this happened,” Aaron asked, motioning towards mine and Thomas’ intertwined hands.

“Because Hamilton and Laurens and MASSIVE DICKHEADS!” I shouted the last two words, turning around and facing the two boys I used to call friends.

“We said we’re sorry, (Y/n)!”

“Sorry doesn’t make everything better!” I retorted, sending them both the middle finger.

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“Thomas, stop, we’ll get caught!” I whined out as he pinned me against my locker kissing my neck.

“But I’ve missed you.”

“We’ve been away from each other for one lesson!” I retorted, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “I’ve got to get to History or else my dad will have my head.”

“Since when did you care about what your dad said, (Y/n)?”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I muttered, kissing him again, “Now, let me go and I’ll think about letting you properly meet my parents.”

“Okay, Darlin’,” he replied, standing up and letting me go with a final peck on the lips.

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I had no idea where this was going all I had when I started writing this was the ‘Candy Store’ idea, and then it spiralled into the reader not being as tough as she puts on.

[raceispunk]

An update on the fic I'm writing with my friend:

[He's With the Band: Chapter 4] link

The swirl of students was just on the safe side of interesting rather than overwhelming to watch. With the crowds of kids, groups pushing and shoving, laughing, couples holding hands, nemeses glaring daggers across the asphalt of the parking lot, each glance around was a glimpse into another life, another world and bubble and atmosphere, each unique and separate. It filled him with a kind of unhurried melancholy, to watch each life that he was not a part of, but be content to know that he never could be. Simply observing. Sonder, he thought it was called.

There was something liminal about the lit-up parking lots. He always thought stadium lights deserved more aesthetic credit than they received. Not because they made anything look good, but because they gave off such a distinct feeling. 'Vibe', as someone his age might say.

Alex turned to Liz to resume his excited chatter, discussing dorm arrangements, shuffling along in line, waiting for the overburdened admissions workers to sort out their things. He was spacing out thinking about an article he was working on, composing lines in his head and mumbling them out loud so as not to forget, when a very loud voice came from behind Liz.

"Oh my GOD!" Alex jumped, nearly knocking into the table with his backpack as he turned to see a tallish boy standing over Liz's right shoulder, eyes wide with recognition. Alex, on the other hand, had no idea who he was. "Are you the kid who won the Jacobs Award?!"

Liz looked at the boy with utter confusion, scrunching her face, which was very close to his—he had practically yelled in her ear.

"The what? I didn't win anything," she protested, stepping away from the over-excited teenager.

"No, no, him!" He pointed at Alex with gusto, his green eyes sparkling. Alex registered belatedly that he spoke with a thick French accent.

Alex nodded, somewhat unsure of the proper reaction. He stuck out his hand to be shaken.

"Alexander Hamilton."

The taller boy shook his hand with a practiced and somehow graceful air.

"Well done, mon ami, I read it is a very, euh… difficult selection process." He said the last three words a bit slowly, clearly trying to get the pronunciation correct. "My name is Gilbert du Motier, or- that is the short version. My American friends now call me Lafayette." He said this last fact with some pride.

Alex glanced over at Liz, who had her eyebrow raised, looking at Gilbert with utmost dubious confusion. He smiled back at the French boy.

"Great to meet you," Alex said, hoping to carry on the conversation. Maybe he could make a second friend. "Where are you from?"

Gilbert's eyes lit up, clearly eager to discuss his homeland.

"I was born in France, and my father," he wrinkled his brow, searching for a word, "ruled? Ruled an area in-"

"Laf, who's that?" A loud voice interrupted. Gilbert turned to another boy who had just appeared, putting an arm around Alex's shoulders proudly.

"This is the winner of the David Jacobs Award!" 

"Wow," the newcomer said, grabbing Alex's hand and shaking it. "Congratulations. All my friends went for that, I'm impressed!"

"Thanks," Alex said, definitely not blushing. "I'm Alexander Hamilton."

"Robert Troup," he declared with a beaming smile. "Come meet some of my friends, they're right over here." He turned and dragged Gilbert through the sparse but growing crowd without waiting for an answer. Alex took a step to follow, and suddenly remembered Liz.

He whirled around to find her, taking a moment before spotting her a few feet deeper into the line, collecting a lanyard and signing a piece of paperwork.

"Liz!?"

She glanced up, looking around and then finding him.

"Morris Hall," she called back, not quite close enough to be audible through the babble if she spoke normally.

"What?" he asked, but Troup and Gilbert were back, a hand tugging on his sleeve.

"Hamilton, let's go," Troup repeated. Liz was already talking to the admissions staff again.

Alex stumbled after the two boys, dragging his bags along uncomfortably and abandoning his place in line to approach a cluster of young men standing in front of a vacant park bench. Troup elbowed his way into the group, pulling Gilbert and Alex along.

"Guys," he announced, a bit loudly to gather their attention. "Lafayette found the Jacobs Award winner!"

"Jacobs Award, huh?" One boy said, quite literally patting Alex on the back. 

"Damn, this kid?"

"What's your name, man?"

"Where you from?"

Alex forced himself not to back away from the questions, taking them in stride with what he hoped worked well as charm.

"Alexander Hamilton, I'm from the south actually. Just started this year."

There was a round of responses and more general jockeying about. Alex noticed that Troup's friends all seemed to be wearing an expensive brand of their various styles, which mostly revolved around 'nicely dressed bad boy'. Several of them wore stacks of gold chains around their neck, which Alex thought contrasted interestingly with their prep school ensembles.

Despite their mediocre fashion sense, Alex felt like his thrift store t-shirt was burning his skin. The Award offered the untold riches of a full ride scholarship with food and board cost included, but not riches enough to spend on an immigrant's wardrobe. He wrapped his hand around the frayed spot on the strap of his bag.

"Ay-yo, Burr!" Someone yelled. "Come meet the kid who beat you!"

Most of the boys in the group had a significant height advantage on him, so he couldn't see who was coming until he broke into the circle with a sigh and an eyeroll. 

Every inch of him screamed trust fund. His artfully untucked shirt was a brand that Alex could count on one hand the amount of times he had logged a purchase for by an islander. His shoes were brand new, and the leather suitcase dangling from his hand was designer. He fixed Alex with a narrowed gaze.

"Aaron Burr."

Alex smiled with a calculated touch of pride. "Alexander Hamilton." He pronounced his name like a king's, waiting for others to catch on. He was not whatever this boy thought he was.

"Pleasure," Aaron Burr said with a smile. It seemed mostly genuine. "I hear you beat me?"

Alex shrugged. "Got the Jacobs Award. I assume you went for it?"

Burr kept smiling. 

"Of course; it's an academic achievement. Always expanding my collection of those."

"Early grad track for you then?" 

"With highest honors. Got a few advanced classes: 201 Physics, Romantic Texts-"

"-on Civics and Wealth?" Alex grinned. "I'll save you a seat on Monday."

Burr's smile barely wavered. Alex realized that the boys around them had fallen silent. His voice was pleasant when he answered.

"I look forward to it."

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[mischiefmanaged71]

Turning Tables (1/8) - Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: The instances where Joaquin and Y/N try to express their feelings and the one time they did. 

Author’s Note: I may turn this into a series following the show’s timeline if enough people like it! So far, I’ve planned five parts. Please, let me know what you guys think. Y/N’s powers are ‘mimicking’ others talents and abilities, SIMILAR TO X-MEN’S ROGUE. Check out my other fic, ‘Bad Romance’ - its not related to the show’s exact plot but its pretty epic if you love action and romance.

Warnings: Fluff, canon-level violence, action, slow-burn

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x fem!reader

Word Count: 3K

“The criminal organisation known as LAF is targeting Captain Vasant, one of our military liaisons.”

The hum of the plane continued to drum in the background as they received their instructions.

“LAF?”, Sam asked.

“Yeah, they’re high powered. We lost contact with Vasant’s plane just after it took off.”, the Captain informed.

“We need you to make sure that LAF doesn’t deliver on their threat.”

You listened from the front of the hanger, strapping on your gear as Sam walked over. His hand gripped your shoulder, pulling your attention away from the straps of your boots.

“You ready?���, Sam asked.

“I have to be”

“I’m your only backup in the sky.”, you joked, winking at Sam.

“Vasant’s plane has already entered Tunisian airspace. US military cannot be seen operating out there.”

Sam knocks on a button, triggering the door’s release. A red light flares along with a siren as the hanger doors drop. You squint your eyes as you peer down at the drop.

“Got it. You guys fly low, drop us off, we fly up to intercept. No treaties violated.”

“How are our eyes on the ground?”, you ask the Captain, adjusting the com in your ear.

“First Lieutenant Torres, our intel officer, will be helping on the ground. And Sam, this has to be subtle.”

“Subtle. Got it.”, he said, before free falling out of the plane. You peer out into the open space as Sam falls before he initiates his wings, shooting him forwards.

You roll your eyes and breathe out a soft laugh.

“I’ll make sure he sticks to the plan.”, you assure the Captain.

You close your eyes, breathing deeply and searching for that spark within. It’s a growing feeling, one that existed from a long time ago, but it's still there. It remains just as the others have. 

Gripping onto it is like opening a new door each time, engulfed by a different skin which takes over. 

It shocks your system for a second and then quickly adjusts. 

Your eyes flash open, filled with adrenaline as you inhale deeply and an orange glow begins to overtake your sight. 

Your uniform whips against you as you creep closer to the edge and take the leap, diving head first with your legs and arms held tightly by your side. Pushing your hands and feet behind you, you’re launched up and against the wind. 

Adrenaline pumps through your chest as you soar past clouds, leaving the plane behind you.  You swoop down, spotting the red suit and wings from a distance as he circles around for the plane.

“Sam, (Y/N), Torres here. Sending intel to your HUD right now,” 

“I’ll be your boots on the ground.”, Joaquin spoke into his com.

“Copied, Lieutenant. How are we looking?”, you asked, following behind Sam.

“Stable so far. I can see Sam. Where are you?”

“Look up, Flyboy.”, you teased, sweeping in a curve and kicking your feet out, as you blasted off to catch up with Sam. A burst of air billowed off you as you’re launched forward.

You hear a low whistle through the coms as you slow down your descent. 

“Stop showing off for Torres, Y/L/N.”, Sam interjected.

“I got eyes on a plane. Any sign of LAF?”

“Nah. nothing yet. But I’ll keep tracking the chatter.”, Torres replied.

“On your left.”, you shot at Sam as you floated on the opposite side of the plane, hovering out of sight of the pilot. 

Laying on the windscreen, Sam glanced inside at the body in the co-pilot seat.

“They’ve already hijacked the plane.”

“Oh, we’re gonna need to call some people.”, Torres exclaimed.

“Just what I needed today.”, you chided, sighing. 

Suddenly, Sam shuffled back and shot his wings out, flying backwards and out of sight. 

“Subtly, at its finest, Wilson.”, you stated, circling around to follow around the back. 

“Tracking back.”

“Okay, switching to Plan B.”, Sam spoke over the coms

“Remind me what Plan B was again,” you asked.

“Red Wing, engage.”, detattaching from the suit, Red wing assaults the door with lasers, releasing it with a blast.

Sam retracts his wings and launches into the ship, kicking Batroc in the chest. Assaulting the pirate with a kick to the head, he takes on the next guy with a right hook to the jaw, throwing him into the wall. 

You glide into the plane, narrowly missing the fist flying at your head. Ducking down, you strike your knee into your assailant’s stomach, directing a fist into his face.  You slam your foot into his chest, sending him flying off his feet. 

Sam kicks one of them in the side, sending them towards you as you roundhouse kick him through the only exit.

Sudden light fills your vision as bullets rain down. Bullets ricochet off of The Falcon suit but the wings shield the both of you. Suddenly the plane tips forwards, sending you all flying up. Tucking yourself in, you strike the ground, manoeuvring to grab a hold of Vasant as the plane continues to drift downwards. 

Kneeling down, you placed your hands on his shoulders, tugging him into a seated position. 

“Captain Vasant, let’s get you out of here.”, you said.

Your next movements are interrupted with a kick to your back, forcing you into a wall. Groaning, you look at your attacker, backing up as he approaches with raised fists. 

Batroc lunges at you with a swipe but you dodge, aiming a kick at his knee. He swipes his leg in a circle to knock your off your feet and slam you into the floor. You’re quick to roll over and dodge another kick to the abdomen and cart behind him. Launching yourself on his back, you grip your legs tightly around his neck and vault him over you. 

Batroc huffs, jumping up to strike his leg down on you but he’s intercepted by Sam’s kick to his chest which knocks him backwards.

Now that Batroc was occupied, you pursued the men holding Vasant. Fire brewing between your palms, you form a lasso, sweeping and snatching the leg of the man gripping Vasant’s arm. Wrenching your arm backwards, the man smacks the floor and you’ve caught their attention. One of them tugs a gun from his belt, fire off a round which you flick away with a hand. A massive blast ignites, sending you hard on your back. Your ears ring as you grip your throbbing head. 

Glancing up, you see the remaining agents clad in gear, jumping with Vasant strapped to one of them.

Batroc empties his entire clip on Sam who dodges behind his wings. With a smirk, Batroc slips on his helmet and leaps from the plane. 

Only a glance shared between the two of you, you and Sam leap from the plane. Diving forwards, you flip and kick your feet together to soar towards the descending pirates. They continue to shoot at you but Sam swings around and pulls his parachute. 

You pursue Batroc, following as Sam propels with skill through the canyon. The gaps become narrower until you’re dropping to miss incoming helicopter machine-gunfire. Swerving around rock formations, a plane follows your path as another pursues Sam.

“All subtlety has gone to shit by this point,” your voice portrayed little of the anxiety now rising in your chest.

“Redwing, get them off our ass!”, Sam yelled as Redwing ejected and launched missiles at the helicopter’s engine, bringing it down with an explosion.

“Y/N, you alright up there?”, Joaquin’s voice filtered through your com.

“Well, I’m being trailed by machine gunfire so not too bad.”, you sarcastically retorted. 

Darting upwards, you jet yourself upwards to cart over the plane and behind it. Gripping your palms together, you position your index fingers in-line with the engine and a ball of energy explodes. The craft blows up in smoke and fire as you whoop.

“OH! Ha Ha”, Joaquin laughed in exhilaration, looking through his binoculars.

Finally spotting the last aircraft with Batroc and Vasant, you bolt for the craft, Sam behind you. The man beside them pulls out a missile launcher, you’re close enough that if you dodge, Sam will be hit. Bracing with your hands crossed, a light barrier shields you as explosion hits you. You’re blasted backwards, rocketing to the ground.

Sam ducks around the smoke, “Y/N!”

Your back collides with a rocky surface and an intense pain pulses through you as your vision clouds.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay? Can you hear me?”, Joaquin shouted.

“...Feeling a bit rough, gimme a minute.”, you whispered, rolling to lean on your elbows.

There are mere minutes before Batroc crosses the Libyan border with Captain Vasant.

“All right, heads up! You’re about to fly into Libyan airspace.” 

“And I assume they have a problem with that?”

“Yeah, yeah, a big problem. A big problem.”, Joaquin emphasised, nodding his head frantically.

“How long I got?”, Sam asks

“Ninety seconds.”

Missiles explode around Sam, knocking him from side to side. He’s barely dodging them when a pillar of flames zips behind him and through the aircraft, ripping it in two to reveal your hovering figure. 

“I said I had your ass.”, you chided with a smirk.

Joaquin’s voice shouts through the coms, “Sam! We got to call it off! We gotta find another way!”, Joaquin yells.

“I just did.”, he answered smugly as he retracted his wings and grabbed Vasant before the final missiles destroyed the craft.

“WOOH!”, you yelled as you descended to the ground.

You spot Joaquin cheering and pumping his fist in the air excitedly. Your smile grows wider as you chuckle at his excitement. Your feet meet the ground as you land, kicking up dirt with it.

“One hell of a mission, Torres.”

“You were incredible out there. Are you okay? You were quite literally hit with a missile. Then again, how are you even standing?”, Joaquin worried, gripping your shoulders.

“I’ll be fine. It’s my invulnerability.”, you brushed it off but your breath hitched as you gripped your back.

“Invulnerability or not, there’s no way you're getting back to base on your own.”, he guided your waist to the passenger side, opening the door for you to climb in. 

You sighed in relief as you sat, 

“Thank you, but I'd be fine to fly back, I’ve done it before.”

“What? You’ve been shot with a missile before?!”, he exclaimed in shock. 

You chuckled at the pure look of concern on his face, 

“Avenger, remember Flyboy?", you pointed at your chest.

“Yeah, how could I forget?”, he let out a breathy laugh.

*** 

Tunisia

Sat in an outdoor café, the streets are bustling with music and chatter. After the mission, you all needed a bit of calm. Joaquin returns with a tray of tea for you all.

He placed a cup in front of you.

“Thanks.”, you smiled up at him as he sighed and sat between you and Sam who was fixing Redwing’s circuiting.

Joaquin pointed towards the wiring, 

“You could try to reroute that to the other…”

“Hey, could you not?”

Sam nudges his hands away, eliciting a chuckle from you as you leaned your head on your palm. 

“Oh.”, Joaquin chuckles and backs off, making eye contact with you at Sam’s remark.

“I’ve been working with the Air Force for six months now. Every time ops touches him, he gets all glitchy.”

“Well, you know, those poor techs can’t keep up with a billion returning IP addresses and your sick-ass Stark level tech.”

You all laugh at that reality. The world you live in is stranger than just advanced tech when you can wield fire in one hand and break someone’s wrist in the other.

Joaquin looked at you, 

“You feelin’ better?”

“Yes. I’m fine, don’t worry. Sam, will you tell him, I’m fine.”

“She’s fine. I’ve seen the woman take on Iron Man’s pulsar rays head-on.”

But Joaquin’s gaze continues to flicker back to the open gash on your forehead.

“Hehehey! Avengers! Assalama!”, a Tunisian man approached your table, addressing Sam in Arabic.

What surprised you both was Sam’s response.

Joaquin pointed his phone at Sam, “He knows Arabic.”

“Your pronunciation is incredible, Wilson.”, you fired towards him, leaning forwards.

“Wait, can you say that again? Hold on a sec.”, Joaquin teased.

“All right. Come on.”

Joaquin let out a breathy laugh, rising from his seat to scan the area with his phone.

“These LAF crews, they’re tryin’ to take advantage of all the chaos and make some money. And that I get, but there’s…”

“Whatcha doin?”, you asked.

“Oh, bam! Right there!”, Joaquin stopped, leaning over you to show his screen to you and Sam. He was close enough that you felt flustered as your cheeks began to burn. Hovering on the screen was a red image of a hand holding the Earth.

“You see these guys? They’re guys you gotta worry about. I’ve been stumbling onto their manifestos on message boards. They're called the Flag Smashers.”

“I swear, everybody’s got a gimmick.”, you remarked, looking at Sam with a knowing look. You’d been in the game since you discovered your abilities at the age of fourteen.

“Is that a new thing? Bad guys give themselves bad names.”

“There’s a lot worse names than that one.”, Joaquin’s eyebrows  perked up.

You creased your eyes, wondering, how it could get any worse than ‘Flag Smashers’. 

“But basically, they think that the world was better during The Blip. Trust me, it wasn’t.”

You sigh, eyes cast down on the table as you think over it. 

Five years. 

All of your friends and family who remained had moved on for five years without you, thinking you were dead. That was, until the living Avengers fought to bring everyone back. Although, not without losing a few in the process.

“Trust me. Every time something gets better for one group, it's worse for another.”, Sam stated.

“Yeah. Essentially, these people, they want a world that’s unified without borders. So you could see why a lot of people are into that.”

“Yeah, keep an eye on it. If anything gets serious, you let me know.”

A massive grin spread over Joaquin’s features,

“No doubt. I’ll...I’ll, uh...I’ll track the online chatter, see what they’re saying.”

You smile at Joaquin’s eager nature and pure smile. It was cute how he went from First Lieutenant to fanboy in mere seconds.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, urging your attention. You gripped Joaquin’s shoulder as you stood to take the call,

“I’ll be right back.”

Sam had a knowing look on his face as he looked from the hand you rested on Joaquin’s shoulder to the affection in Joaquin’s eyes as you drifted off to the side.

“This is Y/N.”, you answered.

Silence reverberated from the caller’s end.

“Hello?”

“Y/N...It’s...It’s Bucky.”

“Hey, how are you doing?”, you crossed your arms, still gripping the phone in one hand.

“I’m fine.”

“How’s therapy going?” 

“It’s going...The usual, you know?”

“Bucky...you know that I’m always here, right? Whenever you want to talk or just sit in silence, I’m there.”

“Yeah I know.”, he whispered on the other end, leaning against his couch on the floor.

“I mean it. My doors are always open. Not literally, but who’s going to mess with little ol’ me?”, you joked.

Bucky let out a breathy laugh, 

“Thanks.”

“No need to thank me, Buck. Just take care of yourself, okay?”, you looked over at the boys who stared back at you as you crept closer to the table.

You heard Bucky sigh, 

“When do you get back?”

“Sam and I depart soon so I should be back in the States by tomorrow.”

“Alright, take care...Bye, Y/N.”

“See you soon, Buck.”, you ended the call.

“Was that Buckaroo?”, Sam asked as you sat down.

You rolled your eyes, 

“Yes, it was.”

Sam turned his head in confusion, 

“I’ve been tryin’ to get that man to answer my texts for weeks and nothing. How did you get him to call you?”

Sam saw the smile retreat from Joaquin’s face at the mention.

“I guess we’re closer than you are. Also, could be the fact you call him names like - Oh, I don’t know - Cyborg, Terminator, Barnes and Noble?”, you suggested with raised eyebrows.

“Nah, can’t be that.”, Sam dismissed it.

“Check it. We’re headed back to DC.”

“Alright.”, you grabbed your bag off the floor.

“Before I go. Joaquin?”

Joaquin perked up, his attention solely on you.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget to keep me updated on the Smashers chatter. We make a pretty good team.”

“Alright, yeah...yeah, of course. I...Uh,”, he fumbled.

“You should probably give him your phone number so he can call you.”, Sam snipped from behind you.

Joaquin nervously laughed, 

“Having your number would make it a whole lot easier.”

You shook your head as you reached over and gripped his wrist, grabbing his phone to enter your details.

“Done.”, you handed Joaquin his phone back.

He slipped his hands in his pockets, 

“So...I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”

A grin spread across your mouth as you tugged a bag over your shoulder,

“I guess so, Flyboy.”

“And I’m still here.”, Sam reminded you, earning a smack on the back of the head from you.

“Hey!”

***

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[hauntedkidstarfish]

Unheard Beauty Part 1

This is my first fanfic and please let me know if you want a second part

Prompt: Virgil has been deaf for about three months and hadn't told the others because he was worried about how they will react...Until one day the others found out

Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Janus Sanders and Remus Sanders

Pairing: None

Warning: Ableism being shown throughout some parts of the story, Remus being Remus, mentions of a Panic attack, Angst and mild cussing (Possibly that's all. Let me know if I've missed something)

Summary: Basically the prompt at the moment

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It started about three months ago after Thomas finished recording a new Sanders ASides video with all six of his sides. He prepared his living room for the appropriate theme of the video which is similar to the first ASides video of Healthy distractions.

It was hard to tell how it happened for Virgil but he was in his room listening to music with his headphones, sitting on the floor in the middle of his room, when he could make out some of the lyrics but couldn't for other parts of the lyrics. Virgil sighed a bit to himself, took off his headphones, rubbed his face and thought that not being able to make out some of the lyrics was because he was maybe tired so he got up and noticed that it was oddly strange that he was able to hear his own heartbeat, not his breathing or the others as his breathing started to pick up a bit; so in order to calm himself down, he went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Virgil looked around the living room, nobody was there which was odd. Usually Logan was reading on the couch, Janus usually sat opposite of Logan and had a cup of tea while keeping an eye on Remus so that there wouldn't be any chaos and Patton was usually in the kitchen with Roman making lunch right about now. Virgil went into the living room with a cup of water and sat on the couch.

"Maybe they're just busy somewhere in the Mindscape..." Virgil says to himself as he drank some water. Virgil began to tap his foot a bit, worry beginning to set in. It was very odd for the others to not be where they usually were, Virgil closed his eyes shut in order to calm himself down a bit more.

Maybe a few minutes had passed and Virgil opened his eyes to be greeted with an annoyed looking prince which had scared shit out of Virgil.

"What the fuck!?!?!" Virgil says panicked, "When did you get here???"

"A few minutes ago Emo! Where have *inaudible* Why haven't you responded to the group chat?!?!?" Roman replied while crossing his arms

Patton went to Roman and Virgil and as calmly as possible said, "We were exploring Roman's side of the Imagination Kiddo. We've *inaudible* your name and knocked on your *inaudible* if you *inaudible* come with us *inaudible* answered"

Virgil looks at Roman and Patton a little confused, "Huh? I'm sorry but I didn't hear you guys"

Roman had grown more annoyed and looked a little angry when Virgil replied, "Well, maybe if you hadn't have had your headphones on maybe you would've heard us Count Woe-laf!!!"

Virgil got up and threw the remaining water from his cup at Roman, "Well I'm sorry if I was busy working in my room until now!!!"

Patton immediately went to Logan who was calmly watching the situation unfold with Janus and Remus.

Logan looked at the two sides arguing for a few minutes before going to them and saying, "That's enough. The both of you, arguing about something so trivial isn't going to get you anything. So I suggest-"

"Shut it Microsoft Nerd! What are you to say about any of this?!?! You don't even understand emotions!!!" Roman replied angrily while interrupting Logan

Virgil pushed Roman a bit, "Leave him alone!! Don't you dare bring him into this!!! You can say all you want about me to my face but don't you dare insult the others!!! Do you understand?!?!" Virgil went up the stairs and stopped halfway, he looked at the others, to see a worried Patton, a slightly worried and grinning Remus, a calm Janus, an angry Roman and Logan regaining his composure, "I won't be eating lunch today. Just go back to whatever you guys have been doing" And before anyone could say a word, Virgil went to his room, slammed it shut, locked it and fell to the floor shaking.

"Why??? What is happening?!?! I don't-" Virgil says panicked

Unbearable

Idiot

Imbicle

Why did you do that?

"Stop... please..." Virgil says quietly and began to cover his ears

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An hour later, Virgil was curled up in his blanket, lying down on his bed. He found his room to be quiet after having a panic attack but he was still glazed with worry and fear of what had happened an hour earlier. First not being able to hear some words, then getting into an argument with Roman and then having a panic attack in his room and not feeling hungry at the moment even though he could smell the food that Patton most likely made.

He didn't want to get up, he didn't know what's going on with his hearing and he wants it to just stop. He thought it will be best if he just avoided the others for as long as he can until he figured out what was going on with his hearing and why it is how it's becoming

[incorrect-hamquotes]

Alex: *groaning as he answers the phone* it‘s 6 am what the hell do you want?

Herc: I just realized you’re not at home.

Thomas: *whispering* what does he want it’s 6 in the morning?

Alex: shut up. Herc, I stayed the night with a- friend.

Thomas: you just told me to shut up and we literally fight every day at work what the fuck are you doing saying I’m just your friend?!

Laf: who’s that in the background mon ami?

Alex: NOBODY!

Herc: oh- we won’t interrupt you anymore 😏 have fun.

Alex:

Alex: he hung up on me.

Thomas: what did he want?

Alex: to know where I was. I think.

[delimeful]

Bond

A Flash Fiction prompt for @emo-disaster, with the prompt: platonic prinxiety & bonding! Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)

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Virgil swore under his breath as another splatter of red got onto the tile floor. “Quit shifting around, you’re making this place look like a murder scene!” 

Roman’s reflection in the mirror frowned petulantly at him, his shoulders lifting up slightly as Virgil ran the comb through his hair again. “I can’t help it! I’m not fluffy like Patton, people don’t normally touch my hair!”

“That’s ‘cuz you’re so damn tall,” Virgil muttered, “and that doesn’t explain why you twitch like a rabbit every time I so much as graze you. You’re getting dye all over, and I’m not cleaning it up for you.”

“What? No, c’mon, you wanted to control the dye bottle, you deal with the resulting mess,” Roman protested, turning his head sharply. Virgil watched in amusement as a chunk of hair broke free from a hairclip and smacked against Roman’s eyebrow, leaving a streak of red. 

“I am doing you a favor,” he replied, using a gloved hand to turn Roman’s head until he was looking forward again so he could continue plastering his hair with dye. “I’m more experienced with this stuff than you, you weren’t even going to let it bond properly. You would be rocking ginger right now if it weren’t for my help.”

Roman tilted his head back to glare at Virgil, “I would not! Just because you feel the need to dye your 2007 emo haircut every month doesn’t mean that I’m incapable, Count Woe-laf!” 

Virgil raised an eyebrow, but before he could shoot back a scathing retort, Roman quickly looked away, his shoulders suddenly tense and hunched. “I mean-- Ugh, sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

Virgil frowned, thrown off balance by the sudden shift in mood. “What?” 

“It’s nothing, Virgil, keep doing what you were doing. I’ll clean up afterwards, it’s my bathroom after all,” Roman stared intently at a dot of dye on the counter, avoiding eye contact.    

Virgil frowned harder, and then tugged on Roman’s hair. “Oi.”

“Hey, watch the merchandise!” Roman huffed half heartedly as he tilted his head back until he was meeting Virgil’s gaze.   

Virgil wasn’t reassured by the false confidence in Roman’s voice. “Quit freaking out, Princey, that’s my job. What’s the matter? What’d I do?” 

“Nothing!” Roman burst out, just barely stopping himself from running a frazzled hand through his hair. “It’s not you, Virgil, it’s me! I can never keep my big mouth shut! We’re finally hanging out and it’s fun, but I’m ruining it because I can’t go for ten minutes without saying something mean!” 

Virgil blinked, still holding a comb aloft like a dumbass, and Roman hunched back over and buried his face in his hands. This had been weighing on him for a while, it seemed like. Virgil chewed on his lip for a moment before reaching out and slowly combing through the red-stained hair, even going so far as to hum a few bars of an MCR song to try and break the tense atmosphere. 

Once Roman’s shoulders had eased up slightly, he spoke, trying to sound as non confrontational as someone like him could. “You’re talking about the… the nicknames?” 

Roman nodded, miserably. “We’re… we’re friends now, and Patton warned me that I’d have to work on being nicer, but I’m just--”

“You’re doing fine, Ro,” Virgil interrupted him, feeling fond exasperation. 

“What?” Roman tilted his head, confused. “But… I thought you didn’t like them, that they made you feel... y’know, attacked.” 

“I didn't like them when I thought you hated me,” Virgil replied, grabbing the dye bottle and carefully smudging a few exposed roots. “You said it yourself the other day, making fun of stuff is just a part of how you show affection. It’s just a little teasing, I can take it.” 

“You shouldn’t have to though,” Roman emphasized, his expression earnest. “I don’t want to make you feel bad just because I have a habit.” 

“No, I know that, but,” Virgil sighed, burning holes in the back of Roman’s head with his stare. “You’re really gonna make me say it? I tease you back, Princey. I figured it meant we were, y’know. Friends. And all that other sappy shit.” 

He glanced up and rolled his eyes at Roman’s conflicted expression. He seemed torn between being genuinely touched and mercilessly making fun of Virgil for admitting he had positive emotions. “Virge…”

“I regret saying anything,” he announced flatly, and then, without thinking, he pinched the bridge of his nose in his normal gesture of irritation. 

There was silence for a moment as they both stared at the large spots of red dye now smeared on Virgil’s nose. Finally, Roman cleared his throat meaningfully.

“Well, Pennywise, I already knew you were a clown, but-- Wait, I take it back, I take it back, not the face--!”

[isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough]

New Discoveries (PolyhamilsquadxReader)

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you’re all well. Here is another request! I hope you enjoy this anon! This request was hamilsquad discovering the reader is ticklish! I hope you like it anon! As always I’m wishing all the best and sending you all my love.

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It was a casual Saturday afternoon and you were lounging in your boyfriends living room.  Alex and Lafayette were snuggled up on the love seat, while you were cuddled up between John and Hercules. You were laying back against Hercules with your legs strewn over Johns lap. He was lazily running his fingers up down your legs and he slowly made his trail higher to your side.

You were completely content, when Johns fingers brushed against your side and you jumped a little and couldn’t contain your giggle. The boys immediately turned to look at you.

“Are you ticklish, baby girl?” Johns asks with a wide grin.

“Maybe,” you reply with a coy smile.

“Mon ange, we did not know this,” Laf voice is full of wonder and excitement.

“Its a new discovery,” Herc smiles down at you and runs his fingers down your side, making you laugh and wiggle again, making all the boys laugh along.

“I think we should properly test out this new theory,” Alex say as he rises from his seat.

You start to sit up and smirk as your feet touch the ground.  

“You’ll have to catch me first.”

You bolt up from your place on the couch just barely missing Alex's reach.

You sprint around the kitchen and you know john has joined the chase by the sound of the foot steps. You catch a glimpse of Hercules grinning form the couch and Lafayette going to join his side as you sprint down the hallway.

“Should we interrupt, mon couer?” He asks while snuggling into Hercs side.

He laughs as he replies, pulling Laf closer.

“We’ll give them a few minutes.”

You make a quick turn down the hallway and decide to go into the bedroom. You quickly hide in the closet as your hear John and Alex slip down the hallway giving you a few seconds of time. They run into the bedroom a few seconds later.

“Where is she?” John wonders.

“I could’ve sworn I saw her come in here,” Alex squints his eyes, looking around.

You cover your mouth to hold in your giggle.

“Let's go check the office,” you hear Alex say.  

You smile triumphantly from hiding spot thinking you’ve fooled them. You slowly open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. Just as you fully step out you’re pulled into Alex’s chest and you squeal as John lifts you into his arms and jumps on the bed. Alex and John tickle your sides and you laugh out and wiggle around on the bed.  

“I surrender!” You laugh out as they continue.

“What was that?” Alex inquires, pausing just a moment as John does the same.

“I surrender,” you answer breathless.

“You sure?” John asks this time leaning in closer.

You nod seriously. You wait as they both move in closer to kiss you and as they’re distracted you quickly move out from under them.

“Hey,” they both shout in unison.

You don’t get far as Alex grabs you and pulls you back onto the bed, as you laugh out.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?”

He and John begin their onslaught once more.

“Okay, okay!” You laugh. “I surrender for real this time!”

“What?” John pretends not to hear you.

“Couldn’t make that out, love.”

“Someone save me,” you shout out so Herc and Laf could hear you.

A few moments later you hear footsteps coming down the hall.  

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” you hear Hercules voice, “leave our lovely lady be.”

John and Alex both pause, and chuckle as you catch your breath. Lafayette comes to pick you up holding you in his arms.

“Oui, mes amours, she must be handled delicately,” he says as he kisses your cheek and nose gently.  

You smile and nuzzle into him. He sets you down and Hercules is waiting to embrace you. You quickly jump into his arms.  

“How can I ever thank you for your grand rescue?” You ask dramatically.

“A kiss is all ask of you sweet lady,” he plays along with you not missing a beat.

“I’m more than happy to oblige, kind sir,” you reply reaching up to press your lips to his.  

You pull apart, resting your foreheads together and laugh.

“I’m feeling very neglected right now,” Alex pouts.

“Me too, babe,” John joins.

You turn to them and look at them both sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, my loves, you’re right.”

You smile widely as you tackle the pair on the bed and press kisses to each of their faces, reciting, ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’, in between each kiss. They both held you close laughing and trying to match every kiss you gave.  

The three of you smiled at each other. Herc and Laf looked loving at the three of you.

“May we join, mes amours?”

“Thats the only thing that would make this even better,” you answer.

Herc and Laf both jump on the bed, Laf pulling you into his arms and nuzzling your neck.

Alex turns to face you. “That was a fun new discovery,” he smiled gently, brushing hair away from your face.  

“I hope we can discover a lot more,” John smiles.  

“Well, we have time,” Herc looks lovingly at you.  

“As long as you’ll keep me.”

“Forever then,” Laf replies, holding you close and kisses you behind you ear.

“Forever.”

[blissicle]

Dark and Daydreamy

Chapter 1: At a Breaking Point

Fantasy au, eventual prinxiety, prince! Virgil

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Wordcount: 1250

Note: hello! This is the very beginning of a multi-chaptered fic I’ve been working on called Dark and Daydreamy! Feel free to ask questions you have about the story or contact me if you want to be added into the tag list, and let me know what you think! Enjoy!

(Credit to the fabulous @anxxiousmess for help editing this and coming up with the title!)

Virgil’s world seem to only exist in grey-scale. Grey walls, dusty dark corners, faded carpets and curtains, the only colour present was purple. It was deep, yet soft, like the roses from the outside gardens. It was in woven tapestries, cushioned thrones, including his and the staff’s clothes. Some would call it empty and despairing, but for Virgil it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Virgil was in a lonely world. Where ignorance and joy felt so far away. Where dreams were stomped out of its spark, and the mind was forever to be a droid. It was a cold, icy world. Smiles and pure hearts cracked and shattered while rage lived on in their troubled souls.

And Virgil, lucky him, was the prince of this world.

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Rain poured and beat down at the castle walls and glass panes. The evening wind whistling a low somber note through an ocean-black sky.

Virgil, was currently studying, as he had been all day.

He finished the page off, his fingers twiddling with the sharp corner of the yellowed pages. Virgil paused as his vision blurred, blinking rapidly and shaking his head, then turned the page.

He got through the first paragraph, and then sighed. Slamming the giant textbook shut.

Virgil leaned back, tangling his hands in his hair.

He needed a freaking break.

Virgil got up, rubbing his eyes. He saw from a nearby window pane that the dark under his eyes seem to grow worse, which they were already too deep for someone at the ripe age of only 15.

He pushed in his chair and dragged himself out of the study, ignoring the persistent fussing from Miss Arnold about his hunched over ‘un-prince-like’ posture in his head.

Virgil proceeded up to the stairs leading right to his room, and lazily shut the door to his quarters behind him. His body gave in and fell face first onto his bed, knocked out immediately.

The next day, he woke up and was greeted with the message passed on by the maids that his father wanted to meet him for breakfast. Joy.

After changing out of his clothes from last night into new ones, he went down to the dining hall.

To Virgil, it was the warmest place in the castle, it made the stress of national guests or family visitors a bit easier to deal with.

The table wasn’t just the typical old grey wood, but in fact richer and smooth, like chocolate. It was dressed in woven vibrant purple tablecloths and covers. The walls of the room were shining a calm glow, it’s origin being the fire at the other end of the room.

But even with the warmth, nothing could ease the slight churn in Virgil’s stomach as he entered the room.

He smelt a faint scent of baked bread as he walked in. The chefs were probably making biscuits in the kitchen. it was The King’s favourite after all.

He sat down at his plate, which was the seat cornering where his own father sat. Great.

The King looked up to the sound of Virgil scooting his chair up, “Ah, Virgil! You can be so sneaky sometimes, I didn’t even see you walk in!” The older man chuckled, Virgil gave a half-hearted effort to smile.

“So...” his father started, “What have you been up to lately?”

“Studying.” Virgil continued looking down at his plate.

“Good... good...” he nodded,

They sat there, silently eating while the fire crackled and stirred.

Virgil gripped his cotton pants underneath the table, his other hand holding a fork shook. The King hadn’t noticed.

“Recently a commander reported that the new guard trainees are doing very well, said we should have a new healthy strong guard in a few months time!”

“Cool.” Virgil mumbled.

“No don’t say ‘cool’ Virgil, say splendid! Or.. that’s good! Or wonderful!” The King corrected.

His grip on the fork tightened, “That’s wonderful sir.”

“Good! See Virgil, you can’t say ‘cool’ when you’re king, you have to learn to use more proper language, or else you wouldn’t look very fit for the job, now would you?,”

“No sir.”

“Oh, and speak up too. A loud confident voice is needed”

“Yes sir.”

“Louder please?”

Virgil took a deep breath, “Yes Sir.”

His father nodded in satisfaction, then busied himself finishing off the last of his plate. Virgil barely ate anything, The King hadn’t noticed.

A few moments later, The King cleared his throat, “Now, you must be wondering why I asked for you to be here this morning... and that is because I felt to tell you personally that I am going off to attend a gathering at the west sea today, so I shall be gone for a few days.”

“Haven’t you been there a lot already?” Virgil mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“Haven’t you been there a lot already?!??” Virgil raised his voice.

“Virgil,” The King grumbled, apparently annoyed now, “you know it is my duties as king-“

“Sir, I have studied those stupid textbooks front and back. Gatherings never happen this often, or too long.” He interrupted,

“Well this year has just been very difficult for both kingdoms,”

“But father-“

“And don’t interrupt me when I’m talking! Honestly, Virgil what has gotten into you lately?”

Virgil stood up.

“I’m just- I’m sick of you lying to me! What are you doing over there that’s so important that’s apparently not important enough to take me or mom?!” He yelled, he saw his father’s appalled face, but kept going anyways.

“What are you hiding??! You always go on about that I- that I’m gonna be king someday, so shouldn’t I know? Shouldn’t the queen know? Why-“

“Virgil.” The King’s voice darkened, Virgil’s mouth shut instantly, “You know that is not tolerable behaviour. Get the act together, and that’s an order.”

Virgil swallowed and sat down, “Yes sir.”

“Good. Now what I do, is none of your *damn* business, you hear me? And I suggest you read those textbooks a little more closely there, boy. Then come back to me when you’re acting like a real proper man.”

“Now get out. I don’t want to see your face until you have that fixed.”

“Yes sir.” Virgil mumbled, and walked promptly to the door, leaving his plate behind. He started towards the study, pace quickening as he felt his chest sting and eyes water.

Finally, he reached the study, slamming the door behind him, pressing his back against the door, and slid down into a curled up position.

What are you doing? Stop crying! Just let it go! You knew confronting him wasn’t gonna do anything, you knew it was gonna end up bad, then why are you still crying about it? Just stop it! STOP IT!

Virgil pulled his hair while pounding on his head, biting down hard on his lower lip.

“S-so much for just one fucking b-break, huh?” Virgil mumbled, but it came out too watery and cracked. Pathetic.

The rain outside pounded just as before, almost in rhythm. It slashed against the glass, like it was trying to drown the castle walls.

Virgil stayed there like that, for how long, he couldn’t really say.

But eventually, it was enough to draw Virgil’s eyes closed as thunder rolled in off from the horizon, echoing across the flooded sea sky.

Just one break from it all... he thought lucidly, as his consciousness slipped off into sleep, just one break...

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@anxxiousmess @count-woe-laf @booknerd-23 @manyfandomsonelog

[ihaveafandom-problem554]

Hamiltots

"Mama! I-I wanna stay w- with you" Alex whined to his mother. "I'm sorry Alexander but mama's busy. You'll stay with Mr. Washington, he's a nice man."

Alex looks up at Mr. Washington, then quickly diggs his face into his mother's chest. "Ooh! Alexander! I'm so sorry, he's just really shy- OW Alexander Hamilton! What have I said about biting!" Alex only yells into his mother's chest in response.

" It's ok madam, I understand." Washington leans in closer to Alex. " Hey Alexander, Mom needs to go-" Alex yelled even louder then the first time in his mother's chest. "Hey, look I know you're gonna miss mommy, but you can make lots of friends here!" He tries to reassure Alex. "Come on, mom will be back before you know it!" Washington says leaning over to grab Alex from his mother's grasp. "Come on, say bye to mama"

"B-Bye-bye" Alex waved, tears threatening come out from his eyes. "Now, I just know you will make plenty of friends Son." Washington says opening the door for Alexander.

Alex glares at Washington before walking in.

The second Alex walks in, he sees a series of activities and multiple at each one. The crafting table has 4 boys and 1 girl. At the book section there 2 boys and a girl who seems to admire the kid in a pink shirt with puffy hair. One of the girls aren't even doing anything, she's just staring out the window. To take a guess she might be talking to the birds.

Alexander's examination of his surroundings was interrupted by a girl in a yellow shirt and a boy with a missing tooth, he looked scary but his smile was sweet, both kids came from the crafting table.

"Well aren't you two eager to meet our new friend?" Washington charmed patting both the kids' heads.

"Children!" He says getting everyone's attention " We have a new friend! Introduced yourselves, like we practiced yesterday." One by one the kids start to introduce themselves.

"Hi I'm Maria!"

"I'm Charles Lee"

"Samuel Seabury!"

"King George The III" A disappointed was heard from Mr. Washington

"James Reynolds"

" *small cough* James Madison"

He glares before telling Alex his name " ..... Thomas Jefferson"

"John Laurens!"

"Hercules Mulligan!"

"Aaron burr"

"Angelica"

"Eliza!"

"And PEGGY!"

Hercules and Peggy were the two infront of Alexander almost jumping, "What's your name!" Peggy burst out. "A-Alex- Alexander Hamil-ton"

"Wow that's a mouth full!" Peggy says with a wide smile. "Yeah, but not as much as Laf's name"

"Well that's because Lafayett- wait if Jefferson is here...Then where is.." All three kids look up at Mr. Washington, who was looking around the classroom. "Hey Hercules, where's Lafayette?"

"Oh he went with Mrs. Martha, he looked sad."

"Oh ok, Alexander you can go ahead and have fun with Hercules and Peggy" Washington says, then walking off to the back room. "Come on lets go the crafting table!" Hercules grabs Alex's arm then rushing off to the crafting table with Peggy following right behind.

At the crafting table...

"And that's how I will get all turtles to rule the world an I will become a turtle Princess!" John says standing on the table showing a drawn picture with Laurens on a throne and turtles fighting off the humans to Aaron. "You won't be a 'Princess', you're a boy. You'll be a prince or a King." Aaron says grabbing his poorly drawn picture and pointing at Laurens on the throne.

"Sudd up A-a-ron, I'll be a princess when I wanna" Laurens whined while snatching his beautifully drawn picture.

"My name isn't 'A-a-ron' It's Aaron!"

"Nuh-uh It's spelled A-a-ron"

"NO IT'S NOT-" ( calm down Jamal-)

"Guys look Alex- oh wait do you mind me calling you Alex?" Herc asks, his bounce slowly leaving his body. " Yeah you can"

" *Excited gasp* Guys! Alex Seems really cool can he stay with us?" Hercules' bounce comes back. "Sure! he can be my partner in the war of turtles" Laurens says, throwing his hands up in the air. Alexander giggles in response. He sits down with the rest of them and they plan out on how to help turtles take over the world.

Randomly, Alexander feels uneasy, like if he was being hunted. He turns around to see 2 things. Peggy literally jumping of excitement, and a pair of eyes staring at him from the reading center. Like if they stared any longer laser beams would come out and kill him.

Alex gave them the same look back but more intense, the person is taken back, not expecting Alex to glare back. The kid comes out of his hiding spot to reveal itself as Jefferson, his glare get scarier but Alex stood his ground, knowing he can't glare any harder he keeps his glare and continues to stare at Jefferson.

30 seconds past and their still glaring at each other. Like if it was some intense staring contest.

"Alexander, was it?" A woman spoke, causing Alex to turn around. "O-oh yeah.."

The kind women smiles then points to herself "I'm Mrs. Martha... And this shy one is- Oh Laurens we spoke about standing on the table!" She quickly grabs Laurens off the table and onto a seat. "Sorry Mrs. Martha.." Laurens pouts.

"It's ok Laurens. Anyway Like I was saying, Lafayette honey, come on and introduce yourself"

A kid- who looks a lot like the Jefferson kid, emerges from behind Mrs. Martha's legs. Alex smiles "Hi! I'm Alexander! you can call me Alex!" Alex jumps, hoping it would cure his shyness. The boy mutters something under his breath while fiddling with the ends off his shirt. "You can do it Laf!" Herc cheers.

"He's Italian, so he can't speak english that good... He gets really shy about it" Peggy tells Alex. "Peggy it's not Italian it's french!" Mrs. Martha corrects.

"Ohh yeah sorry!"

"My..na-me?..."

"Go ahead honey" Mrs. Martha trying to encourage him.

He takes a deep breath. "Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette, but Toi can appelle-moi Lafayette" he says in a very THICK accent.

"Ce est tellement cool! Je n'ai jamais parlé de quelqu'un qui parle français (This is so cool! I never spoke of someone who speaks French).." Alex beams.

Lafayette lights up "Tu me comprends!? C'est tellement incroyable! (You understand me!? It is so amazing!)" he leans in to hug Alex. They both share a laugh while Hercules pouts and Mrs. Martha takes in the moment. "YAY!" Laurens Cheers "You can tell us what Laf is saying! This is going to be the best!" All the boys and Peggy, cheer expect Burr. "Well, I'll leave you guys be." Mrs. Martha turns around going off to the back room. "Don't be rough now"

"Guys I'll be right back" Burr says getting up. "Nah-uh, You stay here, Alex just got here and you're gonna go and talk to Jefferpoo" Laurens grabs Burr and sits him  back down.  "Hey! his name isn't Jefferpoo it's Jefferson!"

"Nuh-uh, He hurt Laf a lot he'a a real meanie" Herc protested.

"Yeah! he also took my yellow crayon and broke it this morning!" Peggy whined. Laurens and Herc went over to confort Peggy.

"He just think you guys are babish that's why" Burr stated, causing Hercules and Laurens to argue with him.

...

" Taffy can I test your english again!?" Peggy bursts. "Ooo can I help?" Alex bounces for the first time today. "Oui" Lafayette smiles. "Ooo Lets get a book!" Alex beams, then turning around to go over to the reading center. "W-wait you need-" Peggy panics but Alex was too busy running  over the reading center to listen. Once he gets there, he sees 3 people.

James Madison and Angelica were on one side sitting on a bean bag. James looks like he was reading a book but later gave up and was listening to Angelica who was rambling about something. On the other side was Jefferson he was also on a bean bag reading a book bigger than his head.

Alex looked over in the different genres of books, deciding which one will be better for Lafayette. Grabbing and putting back the bins, sometimes grabbing a couple books in the process. In a split second, he turns around, reacting to the shifting sound of a bean bag. When he does, he sees Jefferson staring right at him.

They stare at each other for a bit, until Lafayette stepped in the gap between them. "Found book?" Lafayette gives him a nervous smile while trying to block his view of Thomas. "Oh not yet. I don't know which one to chose."

"Ooo ooo! Get the one about the black kitty!" Peggy doesn't get in the reading center, but she points at the book she was talking about. It was right next to Angelica. "Excuse me-" Alex says grabbing both, Angelica's and James' attention. "Could you please move... I need to grab a book."

Angelica stares at Alexander. It's not a threatening look, it's a surprised look. "Uh, are you gonna-"

"OH! yeah sorry!" she apologizes than moving out the way.

It a took while but he finally found the book Peggy was talking about. He picks up the cat book and a few other books he chose for Lafayette. " Come on, Laffy! It seems like a lot but I think you can do it!" The second Alex said 'Laffy' he noticed Jefferson look up at him with anger in his eyes.

As the two boys were about to walk out of the surprisingly big reading center. Lafayette fell face first onto his nose.

"Laffy! are you ok!?" Alexander puts down the books to check on Lafayette. "Ce n'était pas pour vous, arrêtez de vous embarrasser. Il n'est pas censé t'appeler comme ça.(It wasn't for you, stop embarrassing yourself. He's not supposed to call you that.)" Jefferson says digging his head back in the book.

Alex was confused. I thought Lafayette was the only one who spoke French... And if he speaks French and english, shouldn't he be around Laffy to translate?... but all those thoughts got put to the side after processing what Jefferson had said to Lafayette.

"Y-you were gonna trip me?" Alex says helping Lafayette up. Jefferson looks up at him, "Yeah, there's rules here. Starting off with one of them, don't call Lafayette Laffy, only I do that and I also don't like the fact you have a lot of confidence to walk in here like no else is here. Your lucky you're new here cause I wouldn't hesitate to drop kick that butt of yours..." Alex was almost speechless, at the same time impressed by how much sass he had.

"That's dumb. I bet all those rules just makes yourself feel better than anyone else-"

"There aren't dumb, they just keep everyone else out of my way, knowing most of you are.... what do you call it ... idiotic" Jefferson snickers. "Well at least I know the difference between girl and boy colors." Alex snaps back.

The room isn't silent but Lafayette and Peggy can feel the dense yet quiet tension between the two.

"Say it again." Jefferson stands up from the bean bag obviously threaten. Alex notices this and takes advantage of his anger.

"Hey Alexander, allons lire les livres que tu choisis? (will we read the books you choose?)" Lafayette says desperately trying to change the subject.

"Sorry I didn't know you poofy hair blocked your hearing, I said-"

"Kids! What's going on?" The 4 kids turn around to see Mr. Washington hold a stack of papers.

"Jefferson-"

"LAFAYETTE WHAT HAPPENED!" Mrs. Martha shouts grabbing nearly every kids' attention. Lafayette didn't know what she was talking about until he touch his nose.

blood..

"Jefferson-"

"Baby how long have you- Why didn't you- Hunny keep your head up- How- Oh it's ok tell- dear goodness that's a lot of- Imma need you to keep your head up-" Mrs. Martha continues unable to finish a sentence.

Alex walks over to Mr. Washington and pulls on his leg. "Yes son-"

"Don't call me that- Jefferson tripped him"

"W-what?-"

"Well he tried to trip me but LAFFY saved me" Alex emphasizing the name 'Laffy'

Jefferson growls at Alex before reluctantly looks at Mrs. Martha who had a very upset expression. "Jefferson we talked about this" She says sternly. "You aren't allowed to do stuff like this, It's rude and you'll get other kids hurt."

"Well sometimes they deserve it" Jefferson mutters. "What was that Thomas?!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Washington... Sorry Laffy" Jefferson leans in going to give him a hug. " I didn't mean to hurt you"

"And? who else do you have to say sorry to?" Jefferson glares at Alexander "And I'm sorry.... Alexander." He tries not to gag at the name. "It was an accident.."  

"No it wasn't-"

"Thank you, Now are you going to stop hugging Lafayette so you can hug-"

"No"

"Ok then.. Lafayette come with me so I can help you with your nose."

As Mrs. Martha leaves with Lafayette, Jefferson quickly grabs Alex by the collar. "Pull a dumb stunt like that again I will hurt you bad. Understand?" Alex doesn't answer he only glares for a while until he feels someone pull him away from Jefferson.

"Hey are you ok?" Laurens worries. "He didn't hurt you right?"

"Nuh-uh, He didn't get the chance." Laurens' eyes light up in admiration. "O-ok let's play pirates until Lafayette comes back."

Alex smiles, then takes one more look at Jefferson who went back to the bean bag. Daycare is going to be fun.

I just want to say Mrs. Martha and Mrs. Washington are the same person.

[katie-writes24]

Say It Don’t Spray It

Pairing: John Laurens x reader

Warnings: Language, alcohol, suggestive material, FUCK TON OF ANGST KIDS, kinda sad, John doesn’t know when to shut up :,)

Part 2

Request: hey! my request was a laurens x reader where they're frenemies, n one day they get into this huge fight that stems from nothing, angst angst angst, and then he comes to her house to apologize. they simultaneously realize they have feelings for one another, and fluff fluff fluff...idek know after that lol - @notebookgirl30

Okay....WAYYYY OVERDUE I TOTALLY APOLOGIZE! Ngl this was a bit of a struggle to write because I just wanted to get a good feel of their “relationship/friendship” but I think I got it. Maybe? But I built a bigger storyline than expected so there’ll be a part 2. But yeah, hope you enjoy! Thank you @tinywhim for the title (you’re a real one, you don’t even know). Let me know if you want to be tagged! Leave me some feedback PLEASE!! And yeah! Enjoy!

“Has anyone ever told you you’re super boring?”

Y/N scoffed, “I’ve always loved your compliments, Angelica.”

She rolled her eyes, giving her coworker an exaggerated look. “You have nothing better to do on a Friday night. Normal people go out, and party and have fun! It’s the weekend, Y/N, you don’t have to worry about anything!”

That was an overstatement. Y/N actually did have lots to do, like finish her report and pay her bills and visit her parents and do actual adult things. Her partying days were over in college, and she knew that nothing good could come from a night surrounded by all of Angelica’s friends, some who happen to be their coworkers.

This was different though, in a way. Yes, it was Angelica’s birthday, but she was never good at social interaction, especially not at a club. These days she’ll go out with the Schuyler’s for a couple of drinks and go home and call it a day. That was enough for her, and she was okay with it. She was perfectly fine with her own friends telling her how she’s a buzzkill when it comes to partying. She was fine with not putting herself out there to guys because she didn’t think it was necessary right now.

She was comfortable at this point in her life, and she wasn’t going to ruin that over a drunken night at the club.

“Aren’t you two like best friends? You’re gonna miss your best friend’s birthday party?” Y/N turned to find John tutting in mock disapproval, swaying slightly on his chair.

“Will you butt out?” Y/N glared hard but it didn’t have the proper effect when he only laughed.

That’s the other problem. John is going to be there, which could only mean chaos. She’s been to enough office parties over the last two years to notice that he can’t hold his liquor and is incredibly loud. Not only were his obnoxious traits an issue, but there was something about him that got under her skin, not totally in a good way.

Eliza would never make her forget her little crush that sparked at the beginning of her job, when John was always nice to her and would give her this blinding smile. That sailed long ago, but apparently, a drunken night full of shared secrets was enough for the Schuyler to remember. Now, maybe there were some things that Y/N could pick out to prove to herself that he was an actual decent human being, but the John Laurens that had been sitting beside her for years was still John Laurens.

“I’m sitting three feet away from you,” He gestured at their desks that were only separated by a couple of inches. “I can literally hear everything you’re saying.”

“And he’s right!” Angelica reached over her desk and grabbed her hand. “It wouldn’t feel right if you weren’t there. Please, Y/N, it’s just a couple of hours. I promise if you really get uncomfortable you can leave, but I know you won’t because it is going to be amazing!”

Rolling her eyes yet again, Y/N did feel a little guilty. Angelica has always been there for her, through all the ups and downs, she’s been her biggest support system. It wouldn’t be fair to not celebrate her birthday with her.

“Fine,” Angelica practically squealed at her grumble. “But don’t count on me as your designated driver, because I might really dip out if it gets too rowdy for me.”

“Might as well not go then. Put me and Alex together, pshhh, you’ll be walking out the door as soon as you step in.” John winked, like he just knew how to get Y/N fired up and ready to argue back. Angelica knew too, as she pulled her hands toward her again, gaining her attention.

“Ignore him, I swear we will all have a good time! Plus, who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone there.”

She looked hopeful, almost as if this was her intention all along. But Y/N knew better, no matter how many times Angelica tried to set her up, she wouldn’t invite her somewhere only to be mislead and be set on a blind date.

“I am not interested, I am perfectly capable of finding someone on my own, if I choose.” She made sure to point out the last part so her friend would drop the subject.

“I’m just saying,” Angelica put her hands in up in defense, but still had that knowing look on her face like she didn’t believe her. Y/N sighed and got up from her chair, heading towards the break room for another coffee.

Upon entering, she noticed Thomas was already by the coffee machine, pouring his own cup. He looked up and raised a brow. “Long day?”

“And it’s only getting started,” Y/N rubbed a hand over her face and motioned towards the machine. “Are you done hogging that now?”

“Woah, woah, what did I do to be treated with such attitude?” Thomas chuckled and grabbed a cup for her.

“Sorry, I’m just...kind of stressed, not really looking forward to the weekend?”

“You mean Angelica’s party?” Thomas handed the cup over to her, nodding at her thanks and watched her add cream into the liquid.

“Yes, actually. I’m not really good at parties, I think they’re too exciting for me. Go on, say it, I’m a boring buzzkill.” It’s not like she’s ever heard anything different before when trying to explain how she’d rather stay at home and unwind while reading a book or watching tv and just relaxing, instead of being surrounded by sweaty bodies and drinking till she grows numb.

“Now why are you putting words in my mouth? I was actually going to say I agree with you.” Y/N looked up in shock, not believing that Thomas Jefferson was one to refuse a party invitation.

“Really? You don’t like parties?”

“Not that I don’t like them, sometimes they grow old. It’s the same scene over and over again and I’d rather switch it up a bit, change the location, you know?” He had a small smile on his face, looking like he was fonding over some memory.

“You’re right, it must be so hard being invited to parties all the time!” Y/N smirked as he gasped dramatically in mock offense. It only lead to them giggling to each other, only stopping when someone else cleared their throat from the doorway.

Y/N found John standing, his usual smile gone and replaced with a frown and furrowed brows. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, no, I was just leaving actually,” Thomas made way to the exit before hesitating, turning back to look at Y/N. “I’ll see you at the party, Y/N.”

She waved shyly, watching him walk away. It was comforting talking to Thomas, in a way. They didn’t do it very often, but when they did Y/N felt relaxed.

Lost in her thoughts, a cough startled her and she realized she was standing in John’s way. Y/N stepped to the side, muttering an apology and thinking how Friday night might not be so bad.

~~~

It’s not that Y/N doubted that Angelica would not settle for less than a full out, top quality club. But she didn’t think that it would include a private floor, filled with a bunch of people that Y/N didn’t know. Luckily, she spotted the birthday girl herself from across the room.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Angelica screamed over the music that was blasting from the floor below. She was well passed tipsy already, but she knew that Angelica would want to sober up before the night was over. She was never one to purposefully forget her birthday. “Come on, let’s get you a drink!”

She pulled her over towards the overcrowded bar, pushing passed drunks and couples dancing, Y/N even got stumbled into and turned to find a familiar head of curls.

“Watch it, Laurens!” The glare sent his way was enough to make him sheepishly smile.

“My bad,” John walked off towards a booth in the corner, surrounded by a few other men, one who she had recognized as a friend of Thomas.

A shot was shoved into her hand and soon enough, so were two more. Once a proper drink was in her hold, Angelica invited her to a game of pool with her sisters. 

Somehow, Y/N got surrounded by a bunch of people that she didn’t know. Angelica had been dragged over by a short man, which meant Y/N was dragged as well. It was the booth full of John’s friends, and they had made their impression, that was for sure.

“Ah, and who do we have here?” Thomas’s friend came over and smiled, making Angelica smirk and push his chest.

“Laf, this is Y/N,” Even though they had never met before, Lafayette beamed at the mention of her name.

“So, this is the famous Y/N we have heard so much about, heh?” He grinned devilishly, like he knew something that she didn’t. It was strange, what would Angelica have said about her?

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N stuck out her hand politely.

“Oh please, the pleasure is all mine, cherie!” He took her hand and placed a gentle kiss in her knuckles. She giggled at his performance, looking to see if anyone else was buying the act. But when she looked around to see if anyone else knew something, she only saw John glaring at his friend while sipping on his drink.

Her coworker’s odd behavior was enough for her to move herself to the bar, ordering another drink for herself. As the bartender handed her the cup, he told her that it was already paid for, pointing her in the direction to a man across the room. He was cute, and if the look in his eye told her anything, it was the words Angelica had said.

You don’t have to worry about anything.

Maybe you’ll meet someone.

Perhaps she was right.

She was tired of everyone telling her how boring she was.

Y/N found herself dancing with the guy, not bothering to learn his name and more focused on her hips moving with his. The lips on her neck gave her a rush, like she was finally doing something fun and risky.

His hands were pulling at the hem of her dress when she was jolted forward. The guy had bumped into her hard, and when she turned around she found out it wasn’t the guys fault, but John’s.

“What the hell man?” The guy got up in his face. Y/N couldn’t really hear what they were saying, but it looked like it was something threatening. Laf, the short man and another one of John’s friends appeared, trying to pull him back and tell him to just leave it alone. John wasn’t having it, took to pushing the guy hard once more.

It was a giant commotion that got security involved, and Y/N was over it. She ran out of the club, tears brimming her eyes as she thought about what exactly just happened.

John always had to ruin the night. John always had a problem with her.

John also stopped her from calling a cab, grabbing her hand just as she reached the sidewalk and calling her name.

“What the fuck, John? What the hell was that for?” Y/N screamed, wide eyed and wondering why when she was finally having a good time, he had to fuck it up.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! I just- I couldn’t let him-”

“Couldn’t let him what? Touch me? Dance with me? Why? How does that have anything to do with you, John?” Nothing was connecting, there was never a time she could recall where John cared about her love life.

“He was an asshole anyways, alright? Was he really all that to you? Okay, if anything I was helping you!” If he could actually believe that, John was growing angry, too. He had no right to be, but his kept spitting out words that only made Y/N fill with rage.

“What did I ever do to you? Why? Why do you have such a problem with me?” While furious was an understatement, she seemed to be more confused as to why John got involved anyways. She was finally inching out of her shell and he just had to give her a reason to want to never leave her apartment again. 

“I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N. I’m drunk, I’m-I didn’t mean to do that, I just-”

“Just what?” While John was stumbling with his words, she knew better. “Being drunk is not an excuse against your actions!”

"I was just trying to make a point! He was all over you, I thought you were uncomfortable!” He narrowed his eyes, and he’d grown more angry than regretful only a few seconds before.

“Well, I wasn’t! I am a grown woman, John, I’m allowed to have fun and meet guys! I was having a good time until you had to ruin it!” 

“Jesus- I was just looking out for you! It’s not my fault you’re such a whore-”

The world seemed to stop as the two screaming voices died instantly at the sharp sound of the hit. John locked his jaw before he lifted his hand to rub his cheek. When he finally lifted his eyes, he saw Y/N pursing her lips in pure rage, a single tear streak ran down her cheek. She looked so small, fragile in a way that made him want to wrap her in his arms and promise that he would make sure that nothing ever hurt her.

He had already proven that he could never do such a thing. 

“Fuck you, John.” Y/N whispered and turned, leaving him standing alone, full of regret. 

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