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(Mullette) The Skirt Is Supposed to be This Short

Hamilton Drabble! Mullette. Sorry it took so long! Request & Enjoy! ~~~~~

Mulligan smiled watching his boyfriend bob his head and chew at a macaron. He wasn’t sure at first, but having Lafayette at his job really brought a liveliness to a place that was usually dull. Plus, it was kind of cute.

Laf had his brows furrowed as he attempted to sew a purple skirt correctly then yelped, jumping back when he almost got his finger caught under the needle. He froze at looked to the tailor with a tilted head, “Ah, Hercules, is there to be a reason why you’re looking at me that way?” He smiled and walked towards him, knowing in his heart that he never wanted anything to ever be different between them, “Laf, baby, the skirt is supposed to be this short.” He pointed to the one on display.

Lafayette frowned, feeling a bit like he failed. It wasn’t that hard of a job. “Désolé…” He whispered. “Hey,” Mulligan cooed, “Its alright. You’ve never done this before. I’m proud of you. Most people would’ve given up and you tried. That’s one of the reasons I love you. You don’t give up ever. You try and try and try until you can make the best of what you’re doing.”

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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"you had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it" and "you're so clingy, I love it" for Jamilton?

Sure!

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Yeeep.

Reblog if it is 182948291093733% ok to randomly message you and become friends

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Can you do Mullette for "This skirt is supposed to be this short" and Jeffmads for "It was supposed to be a one night stand and now we're married"?

Yep! I'll get on it!

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Crappy art time

I'm gonna draw something from Hamilton. What should it be?

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(Lafayette x Reader) I Won't Let You Get Hurt

Lafayette x Reader. Hamilton Drabble! Not requested. Laf's lines don't have like any slang in them at all cuz that's how he talks in English. ~~~~~ "So," He trailed off, looking down at his feet, "You are a girl..." You nodded quickly, ashamed that you hid it from him, but even more ashamed that he found out, "I'm sorry," you said, "I know this was a stupid idea. I'm a girl. Joining the revolution. It's against everything, but I had to avenge my family." "What happened to them?" Lafayette asked leaning a bit closer to you because the only language that was being spoken between either of you was a language being whispered. "The redcoats came to my house," you told him, "They were asking to live there until the war was over. When my dad said no, they shot him and my mom on the spot. Right in front of me." He felt a pang on his chest, the same way you did and understood the situation completely, "I see." You brought your face to your knees, trying hard not to cry in front of him. You sucked in a big breath and heard him speak again. "Well, I assume your name is not Adam." He smiled a bit, putting his hand on your back, "So what is it?" "It's (Y/N)," You said, barely audible, "I don't see why it matters though. I know you probably want to turn me in and be a hero, and I won't stop you. What I did was wrong," "There is no way im doing that!" He exclaimed quietly, "Whether you are a boy or a girl, vous êtes mon ami. Besides, if they ever found out, they would probably hang you... I don't think I could live with that." "But Lafayette," You started, shaking your head, "If they found out that you knew and kept it a secret from everyone else, they'd hang you too." "I won't let you get hurt," he said, " I'll cover for you." "But you could die-" He only smiled and looked you in the eye, "Then I would die your hero, and that's fine by me."

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(Jamilton) Its Turnbulence. It's Normal.

Hamilton Drabble! Requested! I'm not sure if this is what you were expecting.. Jamilton. Enjoy! ~~~~~ “Thomas,” Hamilton’s breath hitched as his looked down at his hands, gripping at the blue seat. The plane started going faster as it lifted off of the ground. “I don't like it. It's going too high.” “You’ve really never been on a plane before?” Jefferson furrowed his brows, turning to look at his boyfriend's panicked face, “You're sweating bullets.” Alex hissed suddenly and put his hands over his ears, “Ow,” he whined miserably, “My ears hurt.” “It's just the pressure,” He said and reached into his pocket with a shake of his head, “Chew some gum, it'll make it better.” Alex quickly took it from his hand, unwrapped it and shoved it into his mouth. “I really, really don't like this. I change my mind. I wanna go home, Tom” Thomas chuckled with a smile, “Don't say that,” He scolded, “Lafayette's really excited to see us and we haven't seen him in a year, Alex.” “Couldn't we have taken a boat?” He asked, still looking around, wondering if he was going to die or not. The plane lurched forward and Hamilton almost screamed as it started shaking, “Holy shit!” He whisper-screamed, “We’re dying Thomas! Why is it rocking like that?! Are we gonna crash?!” “Calm down,” Jefferson pulled his boyfriend’s head to his chest, half because he felt bad that he was scared, half because Alex was being embarrassing, “It's turbulence. It normal.” “That's not normal.” Alex’s breathing slowed as he wrapped his arms around Thomas’s waist. “No more planes?” The Virginian asked. He closed his eyes. “No. Please no more.” “Alright,” Thomas said with a laugh. He ran a hand through Alexander hair, “Take a nap. I'll wake you up when we're in France.” “But what if-” Jefferson rolled his eyes, “I'll wake you up if we start dying too.” And just like that, Hamilton fell asleep, sure not to ever board a plane again.

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Jamilton "it's turbulence, it's normal" please?

Sure, I'll be done in a day or two

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(Lams) "You haven't even touched your food, what's wrong?"

Hamilton Drabble! “You haven’t even touched your food, what’s wrong?” Requested! Enjoooooy! ~~~~~

“John,” Alexander trailed off, watching his friends odd behavior with a frown. He was poking his salad with a fork, lazily leaning on his hand, upset, maybe even annoyed, which he’d remind you was very unusual for a guy like him, “Are you alright?” He asked, tilting his head and taking a sip of water. “I’m fine,” Laurens replied, a bit curtly, even though it wasn’t intended, making Alex flinch. Seriously, what was up with him?

He’d been like this since the two walked into the tavern. Hamilton set down his cup and examined him a bit longer. John’s eyebrows were furrowed together, his gaze sharp at his plate. He was slouching in his chair, hair in a messy ponytail. It seemed like his neatness had gone to hell. He was getting worried now. “John,” Alex repeated, “I know you better than that.” Laurens’ eyes shot up to his and he became flushed, looking away. Definitely not normal.

“You haven’t even touched your food, what’s wrong?”

Hamilton’s eyes on him were too much, and so John sighed and set his fork down after painfully scraping it over his plate at least a thousand times. “Alex,” He smiled fakely, “Why’re you getting married to Ms. Schuyler?” Alexander grinned, blushing. Maybe he was just looking out for him, “Ah, well she’s pretty, don’t you think? She’s sweet and generous and loyal…” Laurens’ gaze faltered. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all. Hearing Hamilton go on and on about Eliza made him want to scream or at least hide. Looking back to him, taking a risk, he asked the only question he wanted the answer to at the moment, “Do you love her?” Though, he really wanted to ask, ‘Do you love me?’. He didn’t.

Alex hesitated, a bit startled. He chewed on his lip and focused on John determined face. ‘No,’ He thought of saying, but lacked the courage to do so. “Well, that’s a strong word.” He stuttered. He hated the way he was talking. Strong word his ass, he didn’t love Eliza because he loved John, there was no more to it, but he couldn’t just say that, especially when that very man was sitting across from him, listening.

“Then why?” Laurens asked, “If you don’t know if you love her, why’re you getting married to her?”

Hamilton was running out of excuses, “I just- I-” “Alex, this isn’t right.” John said, “Its for the money isn’t it?”

He paused and suddenly felt ashamed and tired, longing to just lie in his bed, “A little.” John shook his head and sighed, “You’re helpless,” he told him, even though he was too, “utterly helpless.”

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"you haven't even touched your food, what's wrong?" With Lams? please? I live for the angst

Lol me too! I'll get to work!

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(Hamburr) Who gave you that black eye?

Hamilton Drabble! "Who gave you that black eye?" Requested! Enjoy! ~~~~~ "Alexander?" Burr raised his eyebrows at his boyfriend's disheveled form on his porch. It was raining hard on him, drenching his hair and clothes. Hamilton had a scowl locked on his face which was now decorated with a huge black and blue bruise around his left eye. "Hi babe." "What's going on?" Burr asked, dragging him inside and shutting the door, "Who gave you that black eye?" He cupped Alexander face in his hand and gently began inspecting his injury. "It doesn't matter, Aaron." Alexander frowned, "Can you just maybe kiss me and make me a coffee?" Burr smiled and pressed his lips softly against Alex's then to his eye. "Will you tell me what happened after?" Hamilton sighed, slicking his hair back to his head, then nodded, "I guess. You deserve to know," Feeling satisfied, Aaron let Alexander follow him into the kitchen where he began preparing a coffee while his boyfriend pressed a cold rag to his eye, hissing in pain every few seconds. "Damn," He said through clenched teeth, "I didn't think it hurt this bad." Burr put a coffee mug in front of him and sat, once again taking a look at his bruise with a wince, "Can you please explain?" "It was frickin' Adams," Hamilton told him, rolling his eyes, "I told him no one gave a damn what he thought while he was talking and he turned around and swung right at my face. Funny thing is I didn't feel it very much. Up until now, that is." "What?" "I already told you it was-" Aaron growled and stood up, "Ill kick his ass," He shook his head, "I'm gonna get even with him." "Don't," Alex said, running up to him as he grabbed his coat, "Don't do it, it's not worth it. Look, I'm fine." He gave a pained smile and laced his hands together with Burrs. "Don't start any drama. I just want you to stay with me. We can cuddle on the couch and watch cheesy old shows together, just like always." Burr hesitated with his jacket in his hands and saw Hamiltons pleading face. "Please, it's all I need to get better." "Okay," Aaron sighed, "Are you sure?" "Very," Alex planted a kiss on his lips, "Just stay with me. I love you." "I love you too."

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Hamburr or Jamilton for "who gave you that black eye" if that's ok? 💕

Sure!

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❤️John with bby Philip❤️

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Lams drabble (not part of the challenge)

   “Lafayette said I might find you here,” Alexander commented, walking up to the man sitting quietly on a park bench, “Guess he was right.”

  Laurens turned his head around in complete shock but Hamilton only smiled and sat down beside him with a long breath, rubbing his hands together to make friction in the cold of winter. “Alex,” Laurens began cautiously, “What’re you doing here? You should be at the wedding party! Whats Eliza gonna say when-”

  “It’s all worked out,” Alex told him, looking up at the stars with a pause as he swallowed slowly, “Wedding’s canceled.” 

 John’s eyes widened and he leaned closer, half excited, half confused, “What?” He furrowed his brow, “Why? You already paid for all the stuff. Alex, you were so sure you wanted to get married, and now you just throw it away?”

Alexander smiled and locked eyes with him, cheeks a little pink in the night, “I Guess I just changed my mind.”

 “Crazy,” Laurens sighed, shaking his head in frustration, “This is crazy.”

 Hamilton glanced at him, uncertain, then to the pavement under him. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest as he breathed softly, “Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asked, sadness laced in his voice.

 “What?” John replied, just as nervous.

 “You told Laf and Herc,” He shrugged shakily, “but you couldn’t tell me...Do you not trust me? You know I would like you the same no matter what.”

 Laurens' face became hot and as pathetic as it might've sounded, he felt like he was about to cry. It was all over now. Alexander knew he loved him more than a friend would love a friend, and how things were going, he might never talk to him again, “I wasn't sure. I didn’t know, and now things are all weird and I know you don't feel anything for me. You like girls, and I ruined your wedding and I just-”

 Just when John was about to break, Alex's lips were attached to his, hand on top of his, breaths even to his and it was only then he realized maybe everything would work out fine after all.

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Tjeff looking insanely proud of himself cuz what else is new?

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I'm doing the Drabble Challange

I’m gonna give this a try! Any Hamilton ship or x reader. Request any of these prompts and I'll write them as soon as possible!⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️⤵️

 "The skirt is supposed to be this short.” 

“How long have you been standing there?” "I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” 

“Who gave you that black eye?”

 “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” 

���I just like proving you wrong.”

 “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

 “Forget it. You fucking suck.” 

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” 

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

 “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

 “I’m pregnant.”

 “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” 

“Take. It. Off.” 

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” 

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

 “Stop it! It tickles!” 

“It’s okay to cry…”

 “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

 “D..did you just make that noise?”

 “He’s a bad kisser.” 

“You can scream if you want.”

 “I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

 “We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

 “One of them’s missing.”

 “Save some for me.”

 “Oh, fuck off.” 

“You’re still mad?” 

“Come over here and make me.”

 “You better watch yourself.”

 “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

 “Why did we have to have kids?” 

“Call on Line 1”

 “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” 

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

 “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?” 

“Where did he go?”

 “You leave whenever you feel like it.”

 “I forgot I was a single parent.” 

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

 “You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”

 “Frost the damn cupcakes.” 

“Well, that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.” 

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”

 “I thought you were dead!” 

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…” 

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.” 

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” 

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

 “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

 “You just wanted them because they light up.” 

“That wasn’t very subtle.” 

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”

 “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

 “I don’t do hugs.” 

“Don’t talk anymore.”

 “I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

 “How do I even put up with you?”

 “I said get rid of it.” 

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” 

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” 

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?” 

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

 “I have a secret.”

 “I won’t let you get hurt.”

 “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

 “He’s four years old!!”

 “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!” 

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

 “Me and the boys will handle it.”

 “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

 “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

 “Mind if I join you?”

 “Daddy!”

 “I lost our child.”

 “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

 “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” 

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.” 

“I’ll take care of it.”

 “I’m not your boss? Well, then who is?” 

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

 “Come on, baby, up to bed.” 

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

 “Am I scaring you?” 

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

 “After everything…I’d still choose you.” 

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?” 

“Trust me.”

 “Scoot over a little bit, please.” 

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

 “You didn’t just wake me up at 2 am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

 “Did they hurt you?”

 “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

 “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

 “I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.” 

“Don’t shut me out.” 

“You got a cute butt.”

 “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

 “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

 “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” 

“…or we can chill in our underwear.” 

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” 

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?” 

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

 “Have you seen my contacts?”

 “Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

 “Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

 “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

 “Is he coming home?” 

“I prefer blondes.”

 “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

 “I let you win.” 

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

 “Can I do your hair?” 

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

 “I told you not to jump on the bed!” 

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

 “Ready or not, here I come.”

 “I’m worried about losing my job!” 

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

 “Happy new year!” 

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” 

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.” 

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.” 

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

 “I’ll give you a massage.”

 “You fell asleep in the tub?!”

 “Are you doodling?” 

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” 

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

 “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?” 

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.

 “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

 “We need groceries, not just junk food. 

You’re worse than the kids.”

 “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

 “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

 “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

 “Use your words.”

 “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

 “Ew, your hand is sweaty.” 

“Get out of my face before I hit you.” 

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.” 

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.” 

“Look! Fireflies!” 

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” 

“I just need ten minutes.”

 *Make Your Own*