#hamilton drabble

[dorkszn]

— letting you do their hair

— thomas j, alexander h, and phillip h x gn reader, john laurens x masc reader

+ black coded reader for thomas and john! modern-ish au!

PHILLIP H !

✩ he loves letting you do this hair. sometimes you don’t even have to ask, he’ll ask you.

✩ he only trust you and his parents to wash it and take care of it

✩ you style it a lot for him and eliza loves it

✩ tender headed as fuck

✩ if someone flirts with him in public, especially if they bring up his hair, he’ll just go on and on about you

✩ “oh my hair? yeah it’s nice, ain’t it? my (s/o) did it. Aren’t they so skilled?”

✩ you teach him how to braid his hair and style it the way you do so he can do them himself if there’s a time you’re not around

☆ watching your favorite shows 🤝 washing and drying his hair

THOMAS J !

☆ he is so protective of his hair. like he’s the only one allowed to touch it

☆ so obviously it took you a lot of begging and convincing but he eventually gave in

☆ he’ll make snarky comments and act like a baby when you first wash his hair or attempt to style it but a little pop with the comb gets him to shut up

☆ he almost fell asleep the first time you braided his hair, but he likes to pretend it never happened

☆ so embarrassed to ask you to wash his hair and you can’t help but tease him for it

☆ after a while, he had you braiding his hair once a week for an extra curl

☆ you guys have matching bonnets

☆ he will literally call James mid hair session and just start talking about the government with him

☆ he was very skeptical about your products but eventually they become the only thing he uses

ALEXANDER H !

☆ he was genuinely surprised when you asked him to do his hair

☆ he hadn’t had anyone to do it or take care of it for years, especially since his mother passed

☆ “you’d do that for me?” he’d question, genuine shock on his face

☆ and it takes all of both of you to not start crying when you do take care of his hair

☆ the first time you washed it for him was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him

☆ it was the most loved he’d felt for a while

☆ then there were times were you just played in his hair

☆ whether we was working or just watching tv, you were putting silly little styles in his hair. and it he loves it. he thinks it’s adorable.

☆ some mornings, he ask you to put his hair up for him or slick it back for him just so he can have the best start to his day

☆ his hair was very first thing he asked you to do when he came back from war

☆ scalp massages >>>

☆ they’re one of the only things that convince him to leave his office, just for a little bit

JOHN L !

☆ after he meets you, he refuses to do his hair unless you’re away on a trip

☆ he whines and pleads, making an excuses on “how you do so much better” and “how loved it makes him feel” while giving you kisses

☆ but if you’re truly tired, of course he’ll give you a break

☆ you came home once and found him wearing your bonnet/durag

☆ you also do most of his haircuts

☆ he doesn’t mind his hair growing out but he knows it’s getting too long when you start beating him while play fighting

☆ to him if you’re winning, his hair is messing with his vision and it’s a “handicap”

☆ definitely gets popped with the comb everytime you do his hair

“john, could you turn your head just a little bit?” you question, your frustration already growing. he couldn’t help but tease you constantly, it was in his nature. he slightly turns his head with a small smirk on his face, knowing he was pissing you off.

“john, don’t play with me right no—“ you cut off your words when john grabs you by the waist and pulls you in and onto his lap. his hand gripping the outside of your thigh to support you as you straddle his legs.

“this angle good enough for you?” he asks, giving you his typically stupid grin. you can’t help but softly smile as you look at him, your previous anger from before leaving.

“t’s fine, i guess.” you shrug before going back to attempting to cut his hair.

“see? why let anyone else do my hair when i can have you do it for free and get a lap dance at the same time?” he says nonchalantly, continuing to scroll on his phone. his free hand caress your thigh and slithering back to ass.

“john, i swear you’re going to wake up bald one day.”

[daveeddiggsit]

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss. With Lafayette.

It’s Philip’s birthday and you along with the rest of the Hamilsquad (and Philip’s friends and family) were invited to the party.  You and your roommate Peggy had decided to ride together to Alex and Eliza’s place.

When you get there, the party is bursting with life. Alex has really gone all out for his son’s party; inflatable slides and play areas are scattered around his backyard along with party decorations and food (all pirate themed this year because Philip is going through a phase).

After greeting Alex and Eliza with a hug, you chill by the refreshments table (lemonade for the kids, margaritas for the adults) and chat with Peggy, John, and Angelica while children run around chaotically with toy swords and eyepatches. You smile into your glass when you see a familiar face running around with Philip not far behind.

Lafayette falls dramatically to the ground when Philip catches up to him and stabs him with his foam blade.

“Ah, I have been stabbed. I can see the light.” The Frenchman flails around on the ground before reaching out to Philip, but the six-year-old just stabs him again without mercy and Laf says, “tell my mother I… love… her…” before he goes limp.

Philip then runs away, cackling evilly in triumph and Lafayette stays still for a few seconds before getting up. When he looks up, he meets your gaze and smiles. His eyes have a playful glint behind them and he nods his head towards the house, signaling you to follow him in.

You glance at Peggy and John who are deep in conversation about something you don’t know because you were distracted by Laf and Philip’s antics. “Hey, I’m gonna head to the bathroom, do you guys need anything from inside?”

They both shake their heads and you're on your way to the house. It’s quiet and empty compared to the party raging outside. You look around for a certain Frenchman and when you turn a corner into a hallway, his hands catch you by your hips.

“Bonjour, mon amour.” Laf murmurs, pulling you against him as he leans back on the wall.

He leans down to capture your lips in a soft, loving kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. The man is intoxicating and you find yourself cut off from reality as you both create and get lost in your own little bubble.

You smile when you pull away and reach up to brush your hand against his scruffy cheek. “Looks like you were having fun with Pip.”

He reciprocates your grin and he’s beaming before he shrugs. “What can I say, I like putting on a show.”

“Not really if you’re trying to get me to sneak away like you did.”

“You cannot blame me for wanting some alone time with my beautiful girlfriend.” He gazes down at you with a mixture of adoration and playfulness.

You release a small giggle and give him another chaste kiss that is nothing short of admiration. “Speaking of which… when are we gonna tell them about us?”

“Soon enough. I don’t think it’s a good idea for today since it’s little Philip’s special day; it wouldn’t be kind if we made it about us, no?”

“You’re right. We could wait until next week during game night⁠.” You suggest and Laf smiles at you.

“That is a great idea, ma chérie.” He murmurs before leaning in to kiss you again.

“Ew!”

You and your boyfriend both jump and turn towards the sudden sound, startled to find Philip staring at the two of you in disgust. Both of you had both been too entranced to notice him sneak up on you. You take a step back from Laf and carefully step towards Pip.

“Hey, Pip. Happy Birthday, little buddy…” You say awkwardly, reaching out to him, but he just turns to run away.

“Well…” You sigh, crossing your arms. Laf sidles up next to you and drapes his arm around your shoulder as you both watch Philip make his way to his parents to probably tell them about what he had just seen. “I guess we don’t have much of a choice in the matter anymore.”

“Eh, I think we will be okay.” He replies with a relaxed grin.

[astralaffairs]

requests are still open!!!! im gonna be reblogging some valentines day prompts in the spirit of the holiday ☺💞💞

[foundinfuckboys-blog]

Sensitive Tail

Lafayette x reader

Supernatural!AU (or at least i think so)

T/W: heavy sexual innuendo, softcore smut

Word count: 800+

A/N: So I got this idea from an anime called ‘To Love Ru’ where three of the main characters have this Deviluke tail. It looks like an average tail (with a heart on the end) but the tail is really sensitive (sexually). It’s like any other body part that can be pleasured.

Sooo uh yeah enjoy xx

Lafayette watched your tail gradually sway back and forth as you talked to your close friends about whatever came to mind. He always admired your tail because of how it cute it looked on you but he never understood its purpose. Was it for it looks? Protection? To wag whenever you got excited?

“What is Y/N?” He asked turning to Alexander and Hercules abruptly halting their conversation. Both guys turned to look at Lafayette before looking in the direction whereof you stood in the cafeteria.

“A Devilukean, why?” Hercules questioned making Lafayette turn back to both guys.

“I never understood her tail. Is it like a dog’s tail? What does it do?” Alexander snickered to himself and looked at Hercules. They both knew about your tail’s capabilities but since Lafayette was a new transfer student he was uninformed.

“Ask her and then touch it,” Alexander said trying to hold back a laugh. Hercules shook his head at Alex’s childish banter acting as if he doesn’t know exactly what’s going to happen.

“Uh okay,” Lafayette complied getting up.

As Lafayette walked away John walked up to the table where Alexander and Hercules sat. “What’s Laf doing?” he asked sitting down his food and them himself.

“He’s about to touch Y/N’s tail,” Hercules said calmly and John's eyes widened in shock while Alexander laughed even harder.

“Does he not know! Who- why did you not tell him?! What if he tugs at it. Do you know how loud she’ll get?!” John scolded looking back at Lafayette to see if it was too late to stop him but he was already in the middle of asking you.

“Hi girls,” Laf smiled waving to You, Maria, Eliza, Angelica, and Peggy. One by one each girl greeted Lafayette with a kind smile and their own version of ‘hello’. “I have a question,” Laf said sitting by you resulting in all the other girls turning their attention to him.

“What is it?” you asked turning your body to face his.

“I tried to ask Alexander and Hercules but they told me to ask you instead. So um, what is your tail for?” he calmly asked. Your heart raced and you stopped your tail from swinging, pulling it closer to your back so it was out of sight.

Angelica’s eyes widened and she took over so you wouldn’t have to explain. “It’s for looks-“

“No need to lie, Angie,” you cut her off trying to remain relaxed. “It’s is kinda for protection it can sense when it's around meaning it’s very sensitive.”

“Sensitive? Will it attack because Alex told me to touch it.”

Angelica looked back and Alexander and flicked him off. Peggy hid behind her spell book nervous that Angelica might go try to take Alex’s head off and Eliza held her hand up high enough (but still out of sight to you and Lafayette) to have some of John’s fries hit Alexander in the face making Hercules laugh.

“Uh I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Peggy said but it was like your tail had a mind of its own. It moved from behind your back and started swaying back and forth in Lafayette’s direction.

“But it’s so pretty,” he said in awe watching it sway, nearly mesmerized by it making Maria giggle. “Why does it have a heart at the end? Does everyone have tails like this from where you are from?”

“Yes but-” you replied but your sentence was cut short because Lafayette started to subconsciously rub your tail softly without realizing it until he heard you starting to whimper.

Eliza’s face fell red out of second-hand embarrassment for you. You buried your face in your arms resting your head on the table. Your sudden whimpers made Lafayette flinch with your tail still in his hand resulting in him squeezing it for a second before letting go. The squeeze yet brief was still enough make you softly moan Lafayette’s name.

Lafayette’s face went red and he looked back at the boys. Hercules’ face was buried in his hands, John had an ‘I’m sorry I didn’t warn you’ expression and Alex was giggling.

“I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t know I should’ve listened,” He quickly apologized looking at Angelica for help with how to respond.

“That’s what she meant by sensitive,” Maria spoke up, “it’s like a not-so-private, private part because you know, it’s a tail. Devilukeans with sensitive tails can get pleasure from rubbing it.”

“And you rubbed it,” Eliza said in a ‘stating the obvious’ tone.

“How come no one said-”

“It’s fine,” you weakly smiled lifting your face up as your cheeks went crimson red stemming from your embarrassment. “You meant no harm by it. It’s Alexander who I should scold,” you nervously laughed at the cute and flustered French boy.

He felt so bad and embarrassed but you couldn’t help but want him to touch your tail again. “I will uh see you in class,” he said scurrying away making all the girls laugh and you blushed.

~. If You Enjoyed It, Please Reblog :) (also i’m changing my username to @foundinfuckboys in the morning so you don’t get confused this is the heads up)

[astralaffairs]

Hiiii! If you’re taking requests for the drabble prompt lists you reblogged, would you mind doing “I don’t remember our hello kiss being a hello makeout. Are you threatened by my friend?” with our boy TJeffs? I love your writing. I’ve probably read and reread chapter 4 of FOTP more times than I can count. 😊

aw omg this is so sweet!! this got too long so i had to use a “continue reading” and i edited the prompt just a lil for the flow of the writing ;)

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You didn’t think having Alex over would be a problem.

It was a Friday evening, long after your classes had ended, but your workload never seemed to stop. You and Alexander were old friends from undergrad, and both of you staying at the same university for law school was a pleasant coincidence, as he had always been your favorite and most effective study buddy–hence, why you were currently slumped on the couch in your apartment, textbook and notes strewn across the floor of your flat, flashcards in your hand with your legs slung over Alex’s lap.

You groaned as he continued to read off court cases that had long since begun to blur together.

“Hold up. Wasn’t Madison your roommate last year?” you asked with a knit brow, and Alex just rolled his eyes, amusement etched into his features.

“Definitely not the one who went against Marbury in 1803.”

“What’s the difference?” you whined, digging through your scattered notes for some semblance of organization.

Alex gave a teasing grin. “Well, for starters–”

The beginning of Alex’s monologue of clowning you was cut thankfully short by the sound of the door to your flat opening.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You heard Thomas’s tired voice before you saw him, craning your neck with a smile as he walked in.

“Hey, T.” You met his eyes as he began to shake his coat off, and he left his things by the door, eyeing Alex warily as he went toward the adjacent kitchen. “How was TA-ing?

“Worse now that you’re not an undergrad.” He sent you a sly grin, winked, and you rolled your eyes. He hesitated, though, glancing to Alex. “And how’ve you been doin’ with…” A slight pause broke his sentence; it was clear how carefully he was choosing his words. “Studying?”

You raised an eyebrow when his eyes narrowed in the very slightest, and you risked a glance toward Alex, who looked equally tense. The shift in the atmosphere was obvious, but you couldn’t quite explain what caused it.

“It’s good,” you said slowly, shifting on the couch as you shuffled your notes into a pile. “By the way, this is–”

“We’ve met.” It was Alex who cut you off, addressing you but with his annoyed gaze fixed on Thomas. Your eyes widened.

“Oh,” was all you could say. You swallowed. “How did–”

“We had classes together in college. Same major,” Thomas abruptly interjected, jaw clenched. Your eyes widened further; you had rarely seen him angry, and you couldn’t imagine what about Alex’s presence had him to worked up. He finally broke Alex’s stare, addressing you directly. “Didn’t know this was who you meant when you said you were havin’ Alex over.”

“Didn’t know Jefferson was your roommate, either,” Alex scowled at you. You were certainly caught in the middle of a much longer standing feud, and didn’t seem to have a way out. Thomas scoffed.

“Her boyfriend, actually.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and skepticism apparent across his face. “Funny,” he drawled, “She never mentioned having a boyfriend.”

Thomas turned to you, eyebrows raised, gaze accusatory. “Oh yeah?”

You simpered guiltily, praying that the atmosphere would soon lighten. “It never came up.”

He folded his arms, his jaw set and shoulders tense. His expression had melted once again into one of simple annoyance, and his gaze shifted to where your legs rested in Alex’s lap, eyeing how close the two of you were sitting, curled up together under your classwork. The beat that passed had the animosity in the air weighing heavily on your shoulders.

“Well don’t get too excited, Hamilton,” Thomas said humorlessly, breaking the momentary silence. Alex raised a brow. “Last I heard, you were a girl from criminal law 101.”

“But you’ve heard about me?”

“Actually,” you interjected meekly, “She goes by Lexi now. Different person.”

Alex pursed his lips, and it was then that you realized the pads of his fingers from the hand he had resting on your knee had begun to dig into your skin. You withdrew your legs from his lap wordlessly, and could see Thomas’s shoulders relax as you closed your textbook and left it on the coffee table beside you, discarded your flashcards and turned to him instead.

“Anyway, what happened in class today?” you asked, desperate to change the subject. You rested your head and folded arms on the back of the couch. Alex stayed quiet, instead choosing to bury his head in your constitutional law textbook. “It’s governmental philosophy on Fridays, right?”

Thomas hummed noncommittally. “That’s the one. Nothin’ too exciting went down this week.”

You furrowed your brow. Despite the timing of the class, he usually came home with at least sixteen stories about the undergrads. God had inviting Alex over been a mistake.

You bit your lip as he rummaged through your fridge. “What about–?”

“I’m gonna go to bed, sweetheart.” His voice was still gruff, an edge to his words that wasn’t intended to be aimed at you. That had your eyebrows shooting toward your hairline. You pushed yourself off the couch, Alex glancing up as he felt the cushions shift, and walked back around toward the kitchen where Thomas stood.

“Thomas, it’s hardly eight,” you said, arms folded but voice soft as you met him before he turned down your hallway. He didn’t meet your gaze.

“’M tired. It’s been a long week.” You took a step closer to him, the fact that Alex still sat behind you far from your top priority. You could feel Thomas’ shoulders relax as you rested a hand on his bicep, reaching up to brush a curl away from his face.

“You sure that’s it?” You cast a fleeting but pointed glance at Alex, and Thomas didn’t pretend to hide his glare nor suppress his scowl.

“Just had lots to do. Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

You were far from convinced but didn’t think Thomas was really trying to convince you. He and Alex clearly had some sort of fraught history that you weren’t sure you wanted to dig into.

“Okay,” you said softly, looping your arms around Thomas’ neck, and his hands ghosted over your waist to your hips. “G'night, T.”

You pushed yourself up to his level to kiss him before he went off to bed, but after a moment, it became clear that he’d had a different idea. The moment your lips touched, his grip tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and a hand came up to cup your jaw. His teeth sank lightly into your bottom lip, and you gasped against his mouth as he sank his fingers into your hair. His touches were slow, gentle, and intentional – the pad of his thumb brushed against your cheekbone as the kiss went on for longer than it needed to. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a hunch as to why that was.

You didn’t mind though; the affection was always welcome, and you could smell the cologne and rain that still seeped into his clothes and hair. While his touch was soft, it remained demanding, and you relaxed in his grasp. He pulled away much later than he’d needed to. You hadn’t intended anything more than a chaste kiss, your actions tentative with how worked up he appeared, and were left stunned as he rested his forehead against yours, hands still on your waist.

“Night, babygirl.”

Your heart was still pounding as he walked off, reeling from how Thomas appeared more strained than you’d ever seen him. What was going through his head?

“Any chance you’ve learned by now what Marbury v. Madison is?” Alex’s voice broke your musings, smile tense. You sighed heavily.

“Couldn’t tell you.”

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It wasn’t two hours later when Thomas emerged again from your bedroom. He’d spent two hours tossing and turning, hadn’t even been tired but needed an excuse to retreat to your room. It took him nearly two hours to work up the nerve to kick Alex out. (After all, it was his apartment, too. Why shouldn’t he have a say in who was hanging around at all hours of the night?)

What he saw upon entering the living room wasn’t quite what he’d expected, though. There you sat, just one light on above you so you could see your notes, the scattered papers collected and shuffled back into your binder.

You heard his footsteps before he could say anything, though, turning in your seat to face him.

“Morning, babe,” you teased, your voice gentle. “Sleep well?”

Thomas rolled his eyes, though a smile had begun to grow on his lips. “Not exactly.” You frowned, took a sip of the tea you’d brewed for yourself.

“Aw, what’s keeping you up?”

“Come to bed, sweetheart.” He leaned against the back of your couch, arms folded as he looked down at you. You pushed out your bottom lip in a mock pout.

“Not even gonna answer my question?”

“Can’t sleep when you aren’t sleepin’ with me,” he admitted with a grin, coming around to join you on the couch. He rested a hand on your knee. “C'mon.”

You grinned. “I already kissed you goodnight; what more do you need?” He scowled at that, and you sat up to pull him closer, snuggled against his side. “Speaking of which, I don’t remember our goodnight kiss being a goodnight makeout before now.”

You looked up at him with a brow raised; you could feel his body tensing under yours. “And what about it?” he asked bitterly.

“Are you threatened by Alex?” you asked bluntly, and his jaw ticked, an arm looping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Do I need to be?” His stare was expectant, and you pulled yourself into his lap with a small frown, arms wound around his neck to pull him down to you.

“Of course not,” you said softly, your nose brushing against his, and his lips ghosted against your cheek.

“You sure about that?” he asked, and before you could protest, continued, “The two of you were lookin’ awful cozy before I got here.”

You pulled back in the slightest to look him in the eye. “Never, Thomas. I’ve just known Alex for years. We’re good friends, nothing more.”

Your gaze was pleading, your tone firm, and he pulled you in for another soft kiss. “Not sure he sees it that way,” he murmured as your head dropped to rest in the crook of his neck.

“Hey, if I knew you two had a history, I never would’ve brought him here,” you reassured him. “Don’t worry. I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are,” he huffed as his lips met the underside of your jaw; his teeth scraped against the soft skin and he nipped at your pulse point. “Gotta make sure Hamilton knows it too, hm?”

“Thomas,” you whined into his shirt, and you could feel his grin against your neck. His grip on your hips tightened as he held you against him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he hummed, and you squirmed in his grasp, “You won’t even have to mention bein’ in a relationship. Hamilton won’t try a thing.”

You showed up to your classes the next Monday in a not-quite-high-enough turtleneck in the sixty degree weather and with several pounds of concealer lining your jaw.

[turtlenecks-coffee]

Speech [John Laurens x Reader // Hamilton Drabble]

Prompt: Reader chose to talk about bullying in her speech of choice in Public Speaking Class, and talks about how someone helped her.

Warnings: touchy subjects, fluff, cussing, angst

A/N: Ahhh!!!! This popped up in my head and I got excited so I stopped what I was currently editing to write this. Also maybe a lot of grammer mistakes, I found a few but I may have missed a few. (Requests are open if you want me to do more of this stuff)

Word Count: 

You sat next to John as you both watched Alex passionately give his speech about public service.

“Corruptions such an old song that we can sing along in harmony and nowhere is it stronger than in Albany. This colony’s economy’s increasingly stalling and honestly, that’s why public service seems to be calling me.” Alex rambled, then randomly started going into how the government is flawed and how it should’ve been created.

You shuddered at the thought of you going next. You knew it was coming, but you were too horrified. The subject you chose was incredibly personal, but you knew that this grade would probably be the final grade that would let you pass that class. And you knew that this class was required, but you also knew that you’re a stuttering mess.

As Alex finished his speech, the class clapped as he proudly sat down on the other side of you. You nudged you with a smirk. “Pretty good, right?” He snickered.

You were about to reply sarcastically, but your name was called up by Professor Adams. You took a deep breath, feeling the two boys pat your shoulders in support as you scurried your way down to the front. It didn’t help that the seats were set up like a concert; high up and intimidating.

How do performers do it?! You stood behind the podium and stood up tall. Your eyes landed on your two friends giving you a thumbs up, and the Professor who motioned you to start.

You once again remembered to breathe, stood up straight, and started to speak.

“Ever since I was in high school, I never had that person who held my hand tightly when I stumbled.” You spoke loudly, getting the attention of the people who were playing with their sleeves or pencil.

“I never had that shoulder to lean on, or that chest to cry into.” You spoke more confidently. “A-And it felt… it felt awful.” You looked down at your note cards. “When I stood in the halls, I didn’t feel surrounded by the warmth of people coming and going, laughing or bragging. I didn’t hear the gossiping or greetings. It felt like I was standing in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by crashing waves. Sounds jumbled together, and I felt isolated.” The room was silent. So silent that you heard breathing.

“And when you’re alone, you feel vulnerable. You feel small. It feels like you’re in a maze, and everyone’s watching you. And you become vulnerable. ...And people see that.” You took a deep breath.

“Sometimes I’d come home with bruises on my arms, with hair that was shorter than usual. Little things like scissors or pencils gave me an unsettling feeling. Being in the bathroom felt like I was being caved in, and the walls were tightening around my body. And it felt like you were being watched. They were waiting. Waiting for you to make a mistake. Waiting for you to mess up so they can rip you apart.” You shifted on your feet.

“And maybe I thought that everything was going to be ok.” You looked up at the audience. “Because I had no one else who would tell me those words.” You stared at the Professor as he seemed to look uncomfortable.

“When you’re bullied, it isn’t the way those reality shows portray it. It isn’t how like those anti-bully videos that High Schools show us every other day. It isn’t like the assemblies that talk about bullying and what it could cause.” You stared directly at John, and your eyes met. He looked stiff.

“When you’re bullied… it feels like you’re drowning. It feels like you’re surrounded by cold harsh water. But not even water. It’s like you’re drowning in oil. It’s cold, clammy, crowded, and you can’t seem to breathe.” The atmosphere in the air thinned greatly. “And everyone was shoving your head down, not letting you breathe.”

“It feels like trying to swim upwards is useless. It feels like trying isn’t going to solve anything. It feels…” You paused. “It feels like you’re better off giving up.”

“But eventually, you will be found.” You looked at Alex, who looked at you with inspired eyes. “Eventually, that desperate arm that is reaching out for help will be grabbed. Eventually, you could breathe.”

“And I know that when you’re stuck in an endless loop, you feel like the only way to get out of it is suicide.” You suddenly put your cards down. You looked around the room. “And I know that some people have probably told you that you should do it. That thought is always in the back of your head. ‘Just do it. Do it, you’ll stop the pain. Just do it.’” You roughly muttered the thoughts.

“But… but there’s someone out there. There’s someone out there who has been there. Or is still there. And they’re willing to help. And speaking up is such an old phrase, but it’s something that can work, one way or another.” You paused and smiled.

“One day, I had finally given up. I gave up on myself, on the school, on the thought that it might stop. And I was being tormented. They were hitting me. They were threatening me. They… they were telling me that I was better off dead. And you know what? I believed them. I believed every damn thing they yelled.”

“And… just then, someone stepped out. Someone spoke up, and drove the monsters away.” You felt a shaky breath.

“My first ever friend, he… he stepped up and defended me. He helped me up. He was the one who took out his hand and grabbed onto mine. He pulled me up and I felt like I could breathe.”

“What I’m saying is- is that 70% of young kids at school have been bullied. And that 7% or more have attempted suicide. And that kid who helped me? He just prevented someone from making the biggest mistake of their life. And I won’t name who, but they’re sitting in this room right now.” You smiled wide.

“So, just let that feeling wash away. And know that if you reach your hand out, someone will be there. Someone will hold your hand tightly, and someone will tell you exactly what you need to hear.”

A couple minutes passed by as you spoke of other facts and other emotional stories. Then you finally finished. The room fell silent, and suddenly loud clapping was heard. You saw Alex and John cheering and bouncing in their seat.

As you quickly went to sit back down, you were pulled into a hug. Alex held you tightly, talking about how he was so proud of your voice and how it spoke up. When Alex let go, you turned to look at John, and he suddenly gripped your shoulders.

He then smashed his lips onto yours.

A chorus of “awws” came from the row who sat behind you, and Alex was secretly taking 600 photos of the scene. John let go and pulled you into a hug.

“You’re beautiful, you’re amazing, I’m so proud, I love you, you’re perfect, you’re my everything.” He rambled softly, squeezing you tight. He then let go and looked you in the eye. “You know, when I fought those bullies, that was when I realized something,” John whispered, smiling.

You felt your face warm up as you looked at him. “What was it?”

“It was you the whole time.”

“W-what?

“I was trying to find someone to date, but everyone wanted me because of my social status. And the second I laid my eyes on you, you were the one I wanted.”

[tweety-is-okay]

Little Talks (Light Marliza Drabble)

A/N: #20 for Marliza, requested by anon. I must say I've never done anything with Marliza before so this was new to me, but I enjoyed it! I hope its somewhat okay, though it's a bit bittersweet, I guess would be the word. Warnings: none, except light angst. *** After Alexander died, the first few days were very hard km Eliza. She would hug the letters he had written to her chest, crying, thinking about how he had kissed her hand the morning of the duel and said to her, "best of wives and best of women." It seemed like she would never find comfort again. But she did, in the most unlikely of places. She found a friend in Maria Reynolds. The woman that Alexander had an affair with. "Eliza," Maria had said to her on one of those painful first nights. She said her name softly. "Eliza, I'm sorry." Eliza couldn't tell if Maria was apologizing for the affair or for Alexander's death. And it didn't matter. "Come inside, Maria?" The woman in red smiled. "I would like that very much." And the two of them didn't talk about the death OR the affair. They just sat there, having a conversation. Time slipped away, and they had stayed up until the early morning sun began to peek out from the horizon. Maria yawned, and glanced nervously at the door. "Thank you. For having me here. I didn't..... know if you would want me." "Miss Maria.... I'm not angry. Not at you. Not anymore." Eliza offered her hand, and Maria took it. They walked to the door together. "Please," Eliza said, opening the door. "Come by again. I enjoyed our little talk." "I did too. Thank you..." She slowly stepped out onto the street, and Eliza closed the door. Both women couldnt help but grin to themselves. Eliza loved the feeling of having a friend, someone she could have over for a chat to relieve the pain. And Maria loved the feeling of forgiveness, something she wasn't sure she would get.

[rising-above-stars]

Hamilton Drabbles

I’m writing a book of Hamilton Drabbles (modern au) on Wattpad (laramorgan000). This is one of my favourite ones that I decided to make it into it’s own story called These Inklings of Love. It’s a soulmate au with John, Alex, Maria, and Eliza as the main characters.

Soulmate AU where everyone is born with a unique tattoo on their ankle. When you fall in love, their tattoo appears on your skin

-Alex: An earthy, leafy quill. Like a feather quill mixed with a fern leaf.

-Maria: Wilting red rose and violets. There are a few violets around the rose

-Eliza: A blue dove made of water. Basically swirling patterns that form the shape of a dove

-John: An earthy turtle shell. A turtle shell made out of leaves, vines, roots and such.

-I will attempt to draw them later.

-Probably

-John has only ever had one other tattoo on his body

-It’s on his shoulder, Alex’s tattoo

-Alex has had three. Maria’s on his forearm. Eliza’s on his neck. And John’s on his lower back.

-Maria has had three as well. James Reynolds on her thigh. Alex on her back. And the most recent one of Eliza on her collarbone.

-Maria tries her best to cover Eliza’s tattoo. She already gets enough comments from everyone else about Alex’s tattoo.

-Eliza has two. Her first one was Alex’s tattoo on her bicep. It was Maria’s one on her neck that shocked her.

-She felt it coming on the back of her neck

-She’s worn her hair down ever since

-Alex cheated on Eliza with Maria in their last year of highschool

-John has had Alex’s tattoo ever since they first met.

-They’re in their first year of college

-On their first day, they were assigned their room

-All four are living together

-No one was happy about the arrangement at first.

-They avoid each other as much as four people that have had love affairs can in a small room

-(John’s just avoiding them because he loves Alex and both Eliza and Maria have loved him too)

-This may become a short story

-One day, there was a snow storm

-They were stuck in their dorm room

-John was sitting on the couch

-He had had enough of the awkwardness between them

-He had tried to talk to the others but no one would respond

-“Can we please stop this!? We can’t keep living like this.”

-He rants and sits them all down on the floor around the table.

-“We need to sort this problem with our marks.”

-Yep. I’m writing a short story

[astralaffairs]

Ok btw I'm sorry you have to read this- it's like 11 and I just now saw your valentines thing and I had a shitty prompt that I need to see. You don't have to take it- "Why is there a cup on the fucking ceiling?" with Thomas or Alex- again I'm literally sorry don't hurt me lmao.

ahahha dw bb, this is cute lmao. i honestly had less than a clue what to do with this prompt or what you were hoping for from it, so i hope this suffices :)

“Why is there a cup on the fucking ceiling?” Your tone was more than accusatory as you walked through the doorway, out of your apartment’s kitchen and into the living room. You arms were folded across your chest, and you raised an annoyed eyebrow as your boyfriend came to greet you.

“Hey baby, how was your day?” Alex walked up to meet you, wearing a less-than-guilty smile, taking your arms in his hands, and you shot him a look.

“Don’t you baby me,” you scoffed, giving him a disbelieving look, “Why the fuck is there a cup on the ceiling, Alex? I need an answer.”

He gave you what you could almost consider to be a simper as your stare quickly became a death glare. Alex had had the afternoon off work, had finished closing an important deal that morning and shot you a text that he was bringing a few coworkers back to your apartment to celebrate. Of course, you rose no issue with it. You liked and trusted his colleagues, and you figured, what was the worst that could happen with a bit of innocent day drinking?

Apparently, your calculations had missed the mark, just ever so slightly, and a red solo cup was now glued (Was that fucking hot glue? How in hell did he manage to get hot glue all the way onto your ceiling?) to the nice, sturdy drywall that put a roof over your head.

“So, I’m sober now,” he finally began to answer you, his voice slow as he suppressed his wide grin. Your eyes widened, giving him a warning look as your worry for what was to come only grew and grew. “Buuutttt, I may not have been earlier this afternoon.” He paused after that, waiting for your reaction. You only raised your eyebrows.

“And then what, Alex? How in the hell does you and Lafayette getting wine-drunk in our apartment lead to a cup on the ceiling?” He couldn’t help but laugh at that, and you let out a soft huff.

“Alright, you know how we said we weren’t going to do anything for Valentine’s day?” He was all but giggling through his words by that point, and you furrowed your brow. “Well, Lafayette is nothing if not a romantic, and he decided I needed to woo you regardless.”

“I’m not following how a cup wound up on our ceiling.” You huffed, running a hand through your loose hair as you glanced back at it over your shoulder.

“I’m getting there, baby,” Alex assured you, lightly squeezing your forearms, and while you only glared back at him, his soft smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as his thumbs rubbed patterns into your skin, did make you relax a little into his embrace, your gaze softening in the least. “So I got you a necklace.”

Immediately, you opened your mouth to protest. This Valentine’s day was supposed to be a quiet night in – no gifts, no grand gestures, just enjoying one another – but there he went getting you something anyway. He cut off your imminent complaint though, quickly said, “And before you start raising issues with that, I need you to look at it from my point of view. It’s Valentine’s day, you’re my girlfriend, I couldn’t realistically do nothing. I love you too much.”

His hands rose to cup your face, and your glare dropped into a pout as you looked up at him. “I love you, too,” you murmured, pursing your lips. He grinned, kissing your head.

“Good.” He pulled away in the least to look you square in the eye. “Anyway, don’t get too excited about the necklace. It’s in the cup.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not entirely believing him at first when he said it. “It’s where?” His grin split wider again, slightly apologetic as he stifled a laugh.

“It’s in the cup, I know,” he laughed, putting on a pout to mock your disbelieving expression. “I’ve been trying all afternoon since I sobered up how to get the cup off. But anyway, the cup is on the ceiling because Lafayette wanted a grand gesture for how I give it to you. The cup was supposed to drop from the ceiling during dinner tonight so I could give you the necklace, but I think we were too drunk to remember to make a way to get it off.” 

You sighed, rubbing your forehead as Alex pulled you into his embrace, laughing at your exhausted look. “I’m sorry, love. You know I didn’t mean to mess with our evening,” he murmured into your ear, arms around your waist pulling you against him. You slid your arms around his neck with a small smile, leaning back to look him in the face.

“I really do live with a dumbass, huh,” you breathed, looking at him with a wistful expression. He gave a fake gasp in reaction, eliciting a wide grin from you. You leaned in to kiss him, and you could feel his smile against your lips as you did. You held his gaze as you pulled away, your grin never faltering. “It’s alright, Lex. All I need is you and a decent Digiorno for Valentine’s day. We can worry about the necklace later.”

He chuckled as he pulled you closer, lips brushing your cheekbone as he did. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you murmured back, and paused a moment, just appreciating the embrace, drinking in his warmth, his smell, the feel of his breath on your neck, him. Finally, though, you did have to break the silence. “You know you’re not off the hook for hot-gluing a cup to our ceiling, though.”

[ihascheseberger]

41 from the drabble list thingy for Hamilton? :')

Number 41 off this list: “Take notes, sweetheart.”

You laughed in victory as you beat your boyfriend of 3 years in Mario Kart…for the fourth time.

“No! No! That’s not fair! No!” he screamed and hopped up off the couch you two were sitting on. He was really freaking out. He had told you he was amazing, but he really sucked.

“Yes it is, Alex.” You responded calmly. You know you’re great at Mario Kart, you just  did’t realize how much Alexander sucked.

“Its simple,” you added as he rolled his eyes. “But take notes, sweetheart. I am great at Maria Kart, and you’re not” You sassed him.

“I hate you, (Y/N)” he responded and got up to go pout in your shared bedroom. You got up to chase after him. 

“No you don’t. You love me” you say and pull him into a hug.

“Yeah, I do.”

(I hope this was okay. Am I doing it right? Am i doing it well? ahh idk)

[sing-me-hey-jude]

I May Have .. Ripped My Pants

As promised here is my very first Hamilton drabble type thing. I’m using this prompt list. 

#123 - I may have .. ripped my pants. T Jeff x Reader

ENJOY! Feedback is welcome. 

You figured something had to be up when you saw Thomas come home in suit that was not the magenta on he was wearing when he originally left in the morning for work. You had also noticed he looked a little sad about something.

“Thomas, what’s wrong?” You asked him as the two of you sat down to eat dinner that night. “Ever since you got home from work you’ve been grumpy.”

“It’s nothing Y/N.” He shrugged and plastered on a smiled you wasn’t genuine.

“No somethings up. And if you don’t tell me. I’m going to have to go ask James about it.” You commented. You just heard your lover sigh and finish his dinner. If that was the way he just going to bottle it up, then certainly you would have to go to James Madison for some answers.

It wasn’t until dinner was over that Thomas came up to you with a piece of purply plum like colored material. It took you a minute to realize, that the material was actually a pair of pants. And they happen to be the pants that went to his favorite suit. You just looked at him confused.

“This is what you’ve been pouting out?” You laughed looking at the item in Thomas’ hands. You didn’t really see anything wrong with them. And that made it even more funny.

“No. I may have .. ripped my pants.” He unfolded them to show you the tear right next to the seam near on the butt. “Alexander started laughing at me. I had no idea what was so funny. Until Madison told me I had a tear in my pants.” Thomas pouted even more. “Can you fix them?”

You rolled you eyes, giggling ever so slightly. “I’ll see what I an do. No promises.” Minutes after examining the clothe, you came to a conclusion. “think it’s might be time to retire the outfit. The tear is too close to the seam, it would look funny if I tried.”

“No. I will never ever retire that outfit. It’s a special one.” he smiled at you taking you into his arms. You gave him a confused look. “I was wearing this outfit when I met you.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips.

[morelafwithevenmorejefferso-blog]

Pokémon Go GOTTA GET THE JOB DONE GOTTA START A--

by Laf

Written on July 8th, set on July 8th

“What the heck?” Lafayette paused on his bike, at the correct park. He looked down at his phone in disappointment.

He was playing Pokémon Go, and he had a gym quite literally right next to his house. He had been training all day to take it on, but in the time he took to train, a person from the red team took the gym. Their Pokémon levels were significantly higher than the last gym leader.

Lafayette’s Eevee was by far his highest level: a measly 150. Everyone else had 700-leveled Pokémon, but Laf, late to the party, had gotten the app a few days late. He frowned at his phone. At this rate, he’d never be able to take on gyms. He’d forever be the underdog.

Lafayette himself was on the blue team. There were three teams: yellow, blue, and red, representing the three legendary birds of Kanto: Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres.

He sighed and biked to the Poké Stop in the park, where a Poké—capsule? capsule—was currently attracting more Pokémon. To his surprise, he saw James Madison there, tapping furiously away at his phone. Finally, he exclaimed to Eliza Schuyler, “I caught it!”

Who knew Madison hung out with Eliza Schuyler?

Lafayette approached the two, grinning. “Let me guess, Pokémon Go?”

Madison grinned at Laf, his eyes flickering from his phone momentarily. “You betcha. What level are you?”

“A sad level five,” Lafayette laughed, and Eliza gave him a small smile. “What about you guys?”

“A sadder four,” Madison grimaced, but jerked his thumb at Eliza. “Ms. Schuyler over here, however, has a legendary level eight.”

Never had Lafayette seen Madison talk so much; Eliza must have brought him out of his shell a little. Laf stayed with the two until the sun started to set, where he set off (with a new Eevee and Rhyhorn).

“Go to Area 51, I hear they have Mewtwo!” Madison called after Laf as he left. He didn’t know if the Virginian was joking or not.

For all Laf knew, he probably was joking.

Meanwhile, deep in the recesses of Area 51…