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FLASH GIVEAWAY!

It recently dawned on me that I never did anything to commemorate reaching 4,000 followers! And we’re fast approaching 5,000! This random sale TeeRico is having seems like the perfect opportunity to give some thanks!

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Must be following me, manuelmiranduh, when I choose winners.

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Winners will be chosen at 12:01 AM on July 9th, Pacific time! Good luck, and thank you for all the love and support!

#yo!#i've never won any of these but i'll try again #:)

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teacher: what year was the battle of yorktown

me: 1781

teacher: why did you say it like that

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You’ve Got Crabs

Request: aaaa i love ur writing so much!!!!! could you do a poly!hamilsquad x reader where they go to the beach and reader comes up to them with a hand full of sand digger crabs (cute little things that don't pinch/bite but just dig) and they all freak out. sorry if this seems weird but I grew up at the beach and i always used to play with them and i just went back to the beach this weekend and i forgot how much i missed it (requested by anon)

Characters: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Word Count: 1,157

Warnings: Cursing, sexual comments, poorly translated French (translations at the end), I didn’t read this over before posting so message me if you find mistakes!

AU: Modern (cuz i’m trash ahhaha)

A/N: Okay, I think I know which crabs you’re talking about?? I’ve seen a ton of them at Ocean City, and if we’re talking about the same ones, they’re so cute! Here’s a link to a picture of one for those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about. (and anon, hopefully we’re talking about the same thing!) I’m just gonna call these guys “sand crabs” for the sake of the fic.

Aahhh, could this day get any better? You were laying under an umbrella, sunglasses covering your eyes, toes buried in the sand, listening to the laughs of your four favorite people in the world, water splashing onto your legs - wait. You weren’t anywhere close to the water.

Your eyes flew open as you prepared to yell at whoever was splashing you. You’d chosen a spot far away from the water for a reason: you weren’t ready to get wet. Not yet. Your angry glare settled on John, who was smiling down at you sheepishly.

“Sorry?” he tried, leaning down to try to give you a hug to make up for his actions.

“No no no, you don’t get a hug,” you shook your head, scooting away from him. “Not after that. I don’t want to be wet!”

As Alex smirked at your comment, you knew you’d made a mistake in your choice of words. “Oh, Y/N, you know we’ll have you wet by the end of the day one way or another,” he winked, earning a laugh from the three boys around him.

You grumbled as you stood up so that you could smack Alexander. You hit his arm, and he rolled his eyes as if his actions had barely affected him. “Fine,” you said, deciding on a more severe punishment. “No sex for a month.”

Alex’s eyes widened more than you’d ever seen before. “You can’t be serious,” he breathed out, glaring at the boys who were now laughing at his expense instead of yours.

“I’m so serious,” you deadpanned. “John and Laf and Herc and I will be having absolutely amazing sex and you’ll be wishing you could join but you won’t be able to cuz you’re being an ass.” With that, you walked away and left the boys’ snickers behind you as you made your way to the water. You were already wet now, so you might as well get in, right?

You stood at the edge of the water for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of the waves lapping at your feet. You silently thanked Herc for the idea to take a vacation; everyone had been so tense lately, so a get-away was desperately needed.

A shriek from behind you interrupted your thoughts, and you turned around to see Herc having Alex in a headlock. They were laughing, though, so you knew they weren’t actually fighting. Herc would never do that in a serious manner, anyways. He was a softy at heart. That was one of the things you loved most about him.

A little to their left, Laf and John were walking down the beach, hand-in-hand. They looked like a couple from a movie or something, with the sun shining just right on them and the sand pressed under their feet. You regretted leaving your camera in the hotel room.

As you turned your attention back to the ocean, a little movement in the sand caught your eye. You bent over and saw a sand crab burrowing into the ground, and a smile erupted on your face. Sticking your fingers in the sand, you tried to grab the little guy before he could get too deep. “C’mere,” you whispered to it, as if you would scare it away by talking to loud. Eventually, your grip on the crab was tight enough so that you could pick it up and plop it in your free hand.

“Do you have any friends?” you asked it as you moved some sand around to look for more crabs. You moved a chunk of sand squealed in excitement when you found more all in the same spot. When you moved the sand, though, they started going deeper in the ground, so you had to hurry and get as many as you could. When you’d gotten all you could, you counted them and found that you had 6 sitting in the palm of your left hand.

“Guys, I have crabs!” you shouted, standing up and running over to the boys. Upon hearing your declaration, John and Laf made their way back over to everyone else.

“You...You’ve got crabs,” Herc said, looking at you with a straight face. “You’ve got crabs!” he repeated, exploding in laughter. Everyone except you and Laf joined in with him.

“Why is that funny?” Laf wondered, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“They’re just being assholes,” you grumbled. “Do you wanna see my crabs?” you asked him, a smile replacing your annoyed expression.

Laf couldn’t say no to a face like that. “Bien sûr mon amour,” he smiled down at you. “Laissez moi les voir.”

You held your hand out for him to see, but you didn’t get the reaction you were hoping for. Laf’s face turned into one of alarm - almost horror - as he said, “Mon Dieu! Put those down!”

“What is it?” John asked, looking at your hand curiously. When he saw the crabs, he, too, grimaced. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, aren’t those dangerous?”

“They’re completely harmless,” you frowned, cradling them with your hands. “All they do is dig in the sand. That’s it.” You realized you were becoming defensive over crabs, but you didn’t care. Why didn’t the boys think they were cute?

“They’re gross,” Alex stated plainly, and you gasped.

“How dare you!” you exclaimed, holding one out for him. “Here, hold one. You’ll see there’s nothing to be scared of or grossed out by.”

Before you could place the crab in Alex’s hand, though, Hercules reached over and smacked it to the ground. You watched in disappointment as it scurried deep into the sand.

“What did you do that for?” you whined, cursing yourself as tears pricked at your eyes. “They’re fuckin�� crabs, Y/N,” you told yourself. “Calm down.”

“Aw, babe,” John frowned, coming to hug you. This time, you let him. You had to drop the crabs to hug him back like you wanted, but if the boys were so disgusted by them, what was the point in trying to show them more?

“Same on you all,” John continued, addressing the other boys. You knew he was joking, but you were glad he was reprimanding them, nonetheless.

“You didn’t like them either,” you reminded him, mumbling into his chest. You felt him rumble as he chuckled.

“But I’m the only one not being rude about it right now,” he countered, and you couldn’t argue with that.

“We’re sorry,” Herc tried, and you felt his big hand start to rub your back. You shook your head, pushing John backwards and forcing the two of you to move further away from the others.

“You’re being childish,” Alex sighed, and although you knew he was right, you didn’t want to give in. So you pulled away from John, took his hand, started walking with him back towards the water, and said something that you knew would make the other boys upset.

“I’m only fucking John for the next month.”

“Bien sûr mon amour” - “Of course my love” “Laissez moi les voir” - “Let me see them” “Mon Dieu” - “My God”

A/N: Send in requests! :)

#hamilton #hamilton x reader #hamilton imagine #hamilton au #alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton imagine #john laurens #john laurens x reader #john laurens imagine #hercules mulligan #hercules mulligan x reader #hercules mulligan imagine #lafayette #lafayette x reader #lafayette imagine #poly!hamilsquad #poly!hamilsquad x reader

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hi im the sand digger requester and i completely forgot to ask if the reader could be female? and if you don't do poly fics i totally understand so john laurens x reader is fine! i love ur fics so much

Yeah no problem! And it’s okay, I haven’t written a poly fic before but I’ll try it out so hopefully it’s not too bad! Thanks for requesting and for being a wonderful person, the fic should be out later tonight as I am working on it now :)

#anon #answered #nice people #hamilton #hamilton gif

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Hello, 2 things 1. I would love to see that Jefferson story grow into a full fledged series and 2. Would you be willing to write soulmate aus

Hi! To respond to that first part, I’m planning on making that story a series with 4 or 5 parts, but that may or may not change if I get more ideas.

As for your question, sure I’d be willing to write a soulmate au as long as I have a character and the specific soulmate au you had in mind!

#answered #anon #hamilton #hamilton gif

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Problems and Projects (pt. 2)

Request: Holy Guacamole Canoli! I love that Jefferson x reader. I definitely wouldn't say no to a sequel (hint hint) (requested by anon)

Characters: Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 1,276

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of acne (?), low self-esteem, + some writing of questionable quality (oops)

AU: Modern, University

A/N: I’m thinking about making this into a series! Not too long, maybe 4 or 5 parts? Let me know what you think! Also, texts in this story are italicized and in quotation marks.

Read part 1 here!

You weren’t quite sure what you were expecting when you went to class the next day. Maybe a quick conversation with Jefferson, a smile in your direction, or even just an acknowledgement of your existence. None of that happened, though. He didn’t even argue with Alex like he usually did.

“Did you see that, Y/N?” Alex exclaimed excitedly as the two of you walked out of the room. “He didn’t even try to prove me wrong on anything. He didn’t insult us at all! Maybe he finally realized it’s useless to argue with us!”

“Mhmm,” you nodded in response, knowing that wasn’t the real reason Jefferson didn’t say anything. You knew it had something to do with you, but you weren’t quite sure what yet. The only explanation you could come up with was that this was his way of keeping your friendship hidden from Alex. It made sense, but that didn’t mean you weren’t upset by it.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked you, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop walking. “You’ve barely said anything today.” You looked at the ground, not wanting to give anything away on accident. “Y/N,” Alex said, forcing you to look up at him. “What’s going on? Can I help with anything?”

You shook your head, starting to feel guilty for making him worry about you. “I’m sorry, nothing’s wrong. I guess I just didn’t get much sleep last night,” you replied, hoping that he’d buy that. The look in his eyes told you he didn’t, so you continued, “Even if there was something wrong anyways, you’ve already got so much on your plate. I wouldn’t want to add to that.”

Alex frowned. “You know I’d always take the time to-”

“That’s the thing, I don’t want you to have to take time for me,” you cut him off before the conversation started going completely off on a tangent. Sighing heavily, you continued, “Look, I’ve got an important essay to work on for one of my other classes, I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Alright,” Alex nodded, suddenly sounding small. You hated that you made him upset, but the conversation was getting unnecessarily complicated. It went from hiding your disappointment about not talking to Jefferson to basically telling him to mind his own business.

As you walked to your dorm room, you made a note to yourself to actually text him later. You didn’t want him upset for too long.

After an hour or so of working on your essay, you decided to take a highly needed and well-deserved break. You’d made tons of progress, but you still had so much work to do. As you poured yourself some coffee, you heard your phone ding with a text notification. You grabbed your mug and walked over to it, surprised to see a text from Jefferson pop up.

“Hey, are you busy right now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. The two of you weren’t scheduled to meet to work on your project for a couple more days. As you wracked your brain for any logical reason he could have asked you this, you formulated a response.

“Working on an essay. Why?”

Jefferson responded almost immediately.

“Feel like taking a break?”

You were about to reply with a offhandedly rude response when another text from him popped up.

“I got Chinese take-out.”

“Damn him,” you cursed under your breath, also cursing yourself for revealing your food weakness yesterday when you were hanging out. You considered denying his offer, but you really didn’t want to have to work on your essay any more for the night...and you could practically hear the food calling your name from Jefferson’s room.

“Well,” you typed back, “We wouldn’t want that food to go to waste, now would we? I’ll be over in 10.”

After your message had sent, you pulled a sweatshirt over your head and looked in the mirror. Your hair was pulled up messily into a bun, which didn’t look so great at this point, but your make-up still looked fine. “Why do I care what I look like, anyways?” you wondered, deciding that how you looked now would have to do as you walked out the door.

When you arrived at Jefferson’s dorm room, he greeted you with a smile and ushered you inside. “Welcome, to my humble abode,” he said cheekily, closing the door behind you.

“I’ve been here before, ya’ know,” you muttered under your breath, smiling as he let out a hearty laugh. “Where’s the food?” you asked, getting right down to business.

“‘Oh, Thomas, it’s so nice to see you. Thanks for inviting me over and feeding me!’“ he said in a high-pitched voice to imitate you (and reminding you that you called him Thomas now, not Jefferson). “No problem,” he continued back in his normal octave, “It’s a pleasure having the company!”

You swatted at his arm. “Yes, thank you for the invitation, blah blah blah, where’s the food?”

“Over here, you freak,” Thomas shook his head, but he was laughing so you knew that he wasn’t actually offended. He led you into the kitchen area, grabbing a paper plate and setting it down in front of you. “Sorry, our fine china is currently being washed, so I hope a paper plate will suit your needs,” he joked.

You sighed dramatically, snatching the plate. “Well, it’s not the quality I was expecting, nor the quality I deserve, but I guess it’ll do,” you joked back.

Once the two of you had dished whatever food you wanted onto your plates, you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. You weren’t sure exactly what you were watching, but Thomas seemed pretty into it so you gave it your attention.

After a couple minutes of no one talking, Thomas said, “Tell me a secret.”

“What?” you asked, not sure if you’d heard him right. When he repeated himself, you said, “Why would I do that? We went from arguing all the time to being friends just yesterday.”

“That’s true,” he replied, “But I promise you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. I’m just tryin’ to get ta’ know you.”

You considered this for a second before deciding there really wasn’t any harm in telling him something. “Well,” you started, “In middle school I had terrible acne, like covering my entire face and chest, and that earned me the nickname ‘Pizza Face’,” you revealed, smiling tightly.

“Shit,” Thomas laughed, “That’s harsh.”

“Yeah, well kids are mean, and - ” you paused mid-sentence as a girl walked into the scene on the show that was playing. “God, she’s gorgeous,” you commented, unable to help yourself from admiring her. “Look!” you exclaimed, pointing to her.

Thomas turned to the screen and nodded in appreciation before saying, “So are you.”

It took you a moment to comprehend what you said, but when you did, you let out a dry laugh. “Please,” you scoffed. “I’m fuckin’ ugly,” you said as you shoveled another bite of food in your mouth to accentuate your point.

“Don’t say that,” Thomas shot back immediately, frowning. “If you could see the way half of the male population looked at you every day, you’d change your mind.”

You were glad to have food in your mouth to chew, because it gave you more time to think of a response. “Thank you?” you said once you’d swallowed, unsure of what else to say.

Thomas just nodded in response, and it was quiet once more.

“What just happened?” you wondered in your head as the silence grew thicker with every second. “And why am I happy he said that?”

A/N: This is just a quick reminder that requests are open, so send in any prompt or scenario you’d like to see me write about!

#hamilton #thomas jefferson #hamilton x reader #thomas jefferson x reader #hamilton imagine #thomas jefferson imagine #jefferson x reader #thomas x reader #jefferson imagine #hamilton au

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Problems and Projects

Prompt: Based off this prompt list, numbers 101 & 112. 101: “I guess I was wrong about you. You’re not so bad after all.” 112: “I know, but he’s your partner for this.”

Characters: Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 1,139

Warnings: I don’t think any? Message me if I missed something, though

AU: Modern, University

A/N: No one requested this, but I saw these two prompts and instantly thought of a story. Please send in requests, or just any message! I’d love to talk to you guys :)

Read part 2 here!

“What?!” a voice shrieked from next to you. You sighed, turning to face your best friend, Alexander, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack any second.

“What is it this time?” you asked. “Did Jefferson do something?” The only times you see him this upset is after Thomas Jefferson, his “enemy,” does something to make him mad.

“Well, not really. Not yet, at least,” Alex replied, scowling at his phone. You let out a noise of confusion, and after hearing this, he continued, “I’m sure he will, though. Okay so ya know how for the project in Mr. Washington’s class, we’re getting partners to work on it?”

You nodded. Mr. Washington was the finances professor at your university, and he assigned a project on the role of small-scale industries on a developing economy. The project was announced a few days ago, and your partner assignments were supposed to be posted on his teacher website today.

“Guess who your partner is?” Alex prompted you, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Based on his reaction just a minute ago, you had a pretty good idea on who you’d be working with.

“Is it Jefferson?” you groaned, already dreading working with him. He was the loudest, most obnoxious person in your class. Well, besides Alex, but since he was your friend you let that slide. Him and Alex debated half of the class after Mr. Washington would ask a question, firing insults back and forth at each other. Their rivalry didn’t only exist in the classroom, though; even outside of class, they’d try to outdo each other with everything they did and refused to let anyone stop them once they were in a heated argument. Occasionally, if Alex wasn’t there or if you were in a particularly argumentative mood, you’d jump in on their debates sessions, offering your own string of insults.

“Yeah, Y/N, it is. Why else would I have even brought him up? Why else would I be this upset?” Alex seethed.

You put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down as you said, “Relax, Alex. At least he isn’t your partner. That’d be even worse.”

“I know, but he’s your partner for this,” he sighed. “I don’t want you to have to spend time outside of class with that asshole.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” you tried to convince him and yourself at the same time. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

It turns out you’d underestimated how awful hanging out with Jefferson would be. You decided you’d work on the project at his place, figuring it’d be better to be somewhere private where other people wouldn’t bother you. Boy, was that a mistake. It was only 30 minutes into the time you were together and he was already arguing with everything you said and taking every opportunity to insult your intelligence.

“Small-scale industries are labor-intensive, right? So, given that, if a specific amount of capital is invested in both small and large-scale industries, it would provide more employment for the smaller one,” you stated, glancing at your notes to make sure you were correct.

“But small-scale industries require less skills than large-scale ones,” Jefferson said, looking at you like you’d just made a huge mistake.

You had a blank look on your face, not saying anything for a few seconds before replying, “So?” Jefferson looked like he was about to answer, but you continued, “People in developing countries often don’t have the same training and experience that developed countries can offer, so the lower required skill level would be a good thing. It provides more job opportunities and gives them industrial experience. Plus, that doesn’t even have anything to do with what I said so it really wasn’t a valid point to bring up, anyways.”

Neither of you said anything else for a few minutes after that. You were pretty proud of yourself, thinking you’d rendered him speechless.

Serves him right, you thought to yourself. That pompous, self-righteous, son of a-

“You’re right,” Jefferson’s words invaded your thoughts. “I’m sorry.”

Your mouth fell open in shock, and in that moment, you didn’t care how stupid you might have looked. Your ears must be deceiving you; there’s no way that Thomas Jefferson just admitted you were right and apologized at the same time.

“I-I don’t think I heard you right,” you laughed in disbelief. “Did you really just say that to me?”

“Um, yeah?” Jefferson responded. “Was that wrong of me to say?”

“No...I just didn’t think you were capable of apologizing to anyone. Especially me,” you said, only realizing you were coming across as rude when he looked down to the floor. “I’m sorry,” you sighed, “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay, I deserved that,” Jefferson cut you off. “I’ve kinda been a jerk to you for a while now, and you didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

“Well I haven’t been the nicest person, either,” you mumbled, still struggling to believe that this was actually happening.

From then on, the two of you weren’t so rude to each other. It was still inevitable that there were things you disagreed on, but you discussed them instead of arguing about them. The more you got to know this new Jefferson, the more you liked him. Of course it’d take some time to put all of your feuding in the past, but you found yourself wanting to be his friend and genuinely caring about what he was saying.

When it finally came time for you to leave, you collected all of your notes and supplies and stood up. “Well, thanks so much for your time, Thomas, I think we got a lot of work done today.”

You didn’t get a reply right away, so you looked up and saw him looking confused and kind of shocked. “What?” you wondered, frowning.

“N-Nothing!” he rushed to assure you. “It’s just that you called me Thomas instead of Jefferson.”

Oops. You hadn’t even realized you’d done that. “Oh wow, sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Would you rather me stick with Jefferson, then?”

He shook his head, smiling slightly as he replied, “No, Thomas works just fine.”

You couldn’t help from smiling back at him as you nodded and said, “Well then, Thomas, I will see you tomorrow in class.”

“See ya, Y/N,” he grinned, shutting the door behind you as you left.

As you walked back to your place, you decided you wouldn’t tell Alex about you and Thomas being friendly. He’d just lecture you and then fight with Thomas, so it’d be better for everyone if you kept this between just the two of you.

You wondered how long you could keep it a secret, though, as you realized that you were actually excited to go to class tomorrow so that you could see him...

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