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tickling-giggles · 2 years

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Birthday Tradition

A/N: BIRTHDAY SPECIAL TICKLE FIC FOR IZUKU….that’s all 🤭✨(Dw I got something for Mirio aswell) *ALSO BESIDES HIM LOVING ALL MIGHT YOU CANNOT TELL ME HIS FAVORITE PART ABT HIS BIRTHDAY ARE THE BIRTHDAY WISHES IDC IDC*

Summary:Nothing special just some birthday tickles for broccoli boy😼

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July 15th 7:15 A.M. (LOOK AT MY JOKE👈🏾☠️)

Deku wakes up doing his normal routine when finally looks at his phone and sees today is his birthday. He gets real excited as he puts a tie on that kacchan gave to him back in middle school to wear on his birthday.

8:00 A.M. he arrives to class 1-A but what he expected…. didn’t happen. He walked in everyone acted like it was an ordinary day.

“Oh hey Mido-Bro nice tie”Kirishima complimented. “Oh uh thanks” Deku replied not really expecting “THAT”.

“Good morning Midoriya nice tie” Shinsou smirked as he walked to his homeroom.

‘Okayyyyy something is definitely going on don’t know what but it’s something’. Deku walked over to Kacchan which as usual having his feet propped up on his desk “What do you want Nerd” he looked up from his phone.

Deku said nothing as he sat down infront of him leaving him confused as ever. Todoroki then walked up to him. “Hey Midoriya I want to— “YES… yes I meant justtellmee” Deku excitedly interrupted Todoroki.

“Have you gotten a spare pencil” Todoroki asked in a weird accent. “Todoroki that sentence didn’t even make sense but yes I do”Deku sighed had he handed him a pencil.

“Oh I was speaking like how Hamilton speaks Thankyou though also nice tie I like it” Todoroki bluntly replied before heading back to his desk.

‘talk about a teas— WAIIIT I get it now this little thing they have going on is some stupid prank for me to fall for HA jokes on them I’ll just act like I don’t care’

“Young Midoriya I see your thinking hard and class hasn’t started yet” All might teased hinting to him that he was mumbling.

“Izuku I like your tie it looks nice” Aizawa complimented before falling asleep on the floor “Thankyou Mr. Aizawa” ‘THE TEACHERS ARE ON IT TOO WOW so mean😒’

3:10 P.M. He went through the ENTIRE school day without receiving a single birthday wish BUT he kept in mind that this was some stupid little prank that his classmate were pulling on him.

After showering he plopped down onto his bed an— *bzzt* “Come down stairs Nerd” is what he received from kacchan before groaning and heading downstairs noticing that the light were off in the hallways and he assumed that the elevator wasn’t working so he took the stairs clutching onto the railing for dear life.

“Hey kacchan im downstairs I got your message it’s really dark I can’t tell if that’s you on the couch or not” Deku babbled as he slowly inched his way to the couch before two big hands wrapped around his torso.

“WOAH— WHAT THE ACTUAL FU—“

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIDORIYA”

“Wow katchan your really rubbing off onto him” Denki smiled.

“Sorry Mido-bro it was so hard ignoring you” Kirishima apologize.

“Yeah especially with that cute tie you had on” jirou teased.

“Yeah it was quite adorable”Momo added on.

“YOU GUYSS” Deku blushed covering his face.

“Stupid nerd” Bakugou scoffed.

They all sanged happy birthday and ate some delicious cake. “Tape-Face, Tenticles” Bakugou called them signaling them.

Sero shot tape at dekus wrist and shoji pulled his arms behind the couch. “What’re you guys doing” Deku nervously asked since he was in this vulnerable position.

“Dekuuuuu I know you haven’t forgotten about our Birthday tradition” bakugou teased as he cracked his knuckles.

“Kahaccahan dohon’t”the anticipation was KILLING him.

“your already giggling and he hasn’t even touched you yet”Denki teased.

“Sorry no can do it all apart of tradition” Bakugou shrugged his shoulders before scribbling at his sides.

“Kahahahcchannn nohoho”

“kacchan yehes Oi shittyhair dunceface wanna join” bakugou turned towards them with a shit evil grin on his face.

As they each grabbed a foot and scratched the sole.

“NAHAHAHAHA KIHIRI KAMEHEHE”

“Wow Midoriya this sock feels veeeeeeery nice it’s so soft right kiri” Kaminari chuckled turning towards kiri. “Yeah Mido-bro this is like the softest sock every” Kiri added on.

“LIHIHIHIES ALL LIHIHIES YOHOHOU JUST WANNAHA TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEE” Deku shrieked.

“*GASP* MIDORIYA HOW RUDE WE WOULD NEVER” they both dramatically gasped.

“Ya’know what just for that get his hips bakubro” Kiri sassed. “I was already gonna shitty hair” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“nononohoOHOHOHOHO” bakugou had suddenly paused.

“And now for the grand finaleeeee” bakugou exaggerated before he took a deep breath to blow 16 raspberries.

*PBBT*

“ohOHOHONEEE”

*PBBT*

“TWHOHOHO”

*PBBT*

“THREHEHEHE”

*PBBT*

“FOHOHOUR”

*PBBT*

“FIHIHIVE”

*PBBT*

“SIHIHIHIX AHAHAHA”

*PBBT*

“SEHEHVEHEN”

*PBBT*

“AHAHAHA EHEHEIGHT”

*PBBT*

“NAHAH NIHIHINE”

*PBBT*

“TEHEHEHEN”

*PBBT*

“EEEHHEHEHELVEHEHN”

*PBBT*

“TWEHEHEHELVE”

*PBBT*

“THIRTEHEEHEHEHHEN”

*PBBT*

“FOHOHOURTEEHEN”

*PBBT*

“FIHI-AHAH FIFTEHEHEHEN”

*PBBBBBT*

“SIHIHIHIXTEHEHEHEEN NAHAHAHAA”

“And a few more just for good luck”

*PBBT PBBT PBBT*

“OHOHOHO GAHAHAD KAHAHAHAHTSUHUHUKEHEHE YOHOHOU AHAHAHA” Bakugou knew that was his cue to stop.

“Alright I guess I don’t want to kill you just yet” bakugou joked as everyone cleaned up seeing that Deku was K.O asleep on the couch.

“Oi four-eyes, Crafting table im going to take him to his room” He notifieds them as he tossed the tired piece of broccoli over his shoulder and carried him to his room. Tuck him into bed tossed him onto his bed.

“Heh happy birthday Izuku” bakugou smiled as he turned off the lights and closed his door.

#kiara writes #lee!deku #lee!izuku #ler!bakugou #ler!kirishima #ler!denki #mha tickle fic #mha tickling #mha tickles #mha tickle #happy birthday #happy birthday Deku #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #bnha tickle

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pennylanefics · 3 years

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A Promise - pt. 1 | Will Schofield

a/n: i broke this into two parts bc it was super long. this is the really heartbreaking story idea i had...i also stopped writing it for a few days bc im not expecting to get much notes on it and it discouraged me, but i loved writing it, so why not 🤷🏼‍♀️

another a/n: it’s my birthday!! :) this is the second will fic i’ve posted on my birthday for a second year in a row 🤣 i’ll be sitting at home, making a cake, being snowed in from the winter storm, enjoying some cheesecake factory, drinking kool-aid and watching hamilton lol

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Having Tom home for the holidays was amazing. He had so many stories from training, about other soldiers getting caught in hilarious situations. It was so nice to hear his laugh again and just be in his presence.

You’ve known Tom for a short time, but you fell in love instantly. He was delivering a basket of cherries to your house, from his mother to yours, and that’s when you met. From then, you’ve spent all your time together, in his backyard, at local parks, even in your homes; you were inseparable.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you go back,” you whisper against Tom’s chest. Your night was filled with passion in his dim-lit room, the covers surrounding your sweaty bodies.

“You’ll survive,” he teases you with a couple kisses here and there. You giggle softly and curl into his body, not wanting him to leave. He was home for the holidays, but unfortunately, he was being sent to France in a few days. “I’ll write to you every chance I can.”

“You better.” He smiles and kisses you deeply.

That was one of the last passionate kisses you shared.

About a month after he left, you found out you were pregnant. You knew it was from that night, and you were so excited to write to Tom and tell him.

Dear my Tom,

I have wonderful news... I’m pregnant! You’re going to be a dad! I cannot wait for your next leave so you can be here for at least some of the pregnancy. It’s going to go so fast, they’ll be here before we know it. I love you. Come home soon.

Love, (Y/N)

He wrote back very quickly.

Dear my love,

I am so elated that we’re going to have a baby! It’s always been my dream to start a family with the woman I love. I cannot wait to see pictures of your baby belly and hear about everything.

Love, your Tom

Those letters continued for the next few months. You gave Tom updates every single week, dreamily writing what your life would be like when they’re born, and if the war would be over. Every letter contained sweet comments from him, until one letter stood out to you one day in April.

“Iris,” you shakily walk to where she sat in the living room. You had moved in with her when you found out you were pregnant. She was so excited to have a grandchild, and she wanted to take the best care of you, for yourself and for Tom.

“What is it, darling?” You hand her the paper covered in someone else’s handwriting, not daring to read anymore than the dreaded greeting, “To (Y/N) and Iris”. Not “dear my love” like Tom writes.

She scans it for a few seconds before bursting into tears. This makes your heart speed up and anxiety builds in your body. She suddenly screams out in horror, and you know something bad happened.

Picking the paper up, you carefully read over the writing, your heart shattering to pieces as you read the statement, “Tom has been killed”. At first, you don’t react. It doesn’t feel real. It feels like someone’s messing with you, one of Tom’s good mates did this, right?

After reading it over and over, you finally look at the closing, which is written by Will Schofield, Tom’s trusted friend. That’s when you break down.

You fall to your knees, your hands covering your face as your body goes numb.

He’s gone. He’s really gone.

“Why!?” You scream in heartbreak. Iris rushes over to you immediately, attempting to put her own grief aside to comfort you.

“(Y/N), you h-have to relax, you can’t stress yourself out. It’s bad for the baby.” At the mention of your unborn child, you cry out even more. He wouldn’t get to see his child.

A sob escapes your lips and you clutch at your chest, images of your first and only love running through your mind. How could you go on?

You managed to get through a month since receiving the news of Tom’s death. It definitely wasn’t easy, but being with Iris made it all the better. You comforted one another when you needed to, and often went into town to shop or have lunch, just to get your mind off things.

A month and a half later, you were still so heartbroken, but you knew you needed to stay strong for your baby. According to your doctor, they were still pretty healthy, as were you, surprisingly. You told him about what happened, and he was very understanding, but he assured you that everything so far was fine, and to just take things easy now.

One day, you and Iris were baking a few cherry pies to deliver to people around town, when a knock on the front door interrupted you. Wiping your hands, you walk to the grand entryway and open it, coming face-to-face with a nice-looking young man.

“Can I help you?” You ask. He takes a deep breath and smiles.

“I’m William Schofield,” he says softly. The name triggers you instantly, and you suddenly feel dizzy. He senses this and helps you inside and onto the couch.

“Who was it, darling?” Iris walks into the living room and sees Will helping you. “Who are you?”

“My name is Will Schofield. I was a friend of Tom’s, and the one who sent the letter informing you of…” he tapers off, hoping she would understand. She does, nodding and motioning for him to take a seat. She walks back into the kitchen while you are still trying to process it all.

The room is silent and awkward. Will doesn’t know what to say, or if he should say anything at all. Thankfully, Iris returns with three cups of tea.

“So, Will. Are you on leave or were you sent here?” He takes a cup from her hands and thanks her softly.

“I was discharged. I sustained some injuries on, uh, the, um, the-”

“It’s okay,” Iris whispers. He nods and wipes his cheek. You stare at him, taking his appearance in. He was nothing like Tom described him as. He was very handsome, bright blue eyes that sparkled with tears. You suddenly feel guilty for staring at him for too long, still attached to the thought that Tom was still alive and he was still your boyfriend.

You zoned out, thinking of Tom once again. What he was like, his laugh, your favorite sound in the world.

“Love?” Iris’s voice breaks you from your daze. That’s when you realized you were silently crying, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you mumble, quickly standing and running to your room. The door shuts behind you and you fall onto your bed, sobbing quietly into the pillow that used to be Tom’s.

About ten minutes pass and you’re no longer crying. But, your heart still feels heavy and you feel a little numb. A soft knock sounds through the room, and you call out weakly for whoever it is to come in. Sitting up, you see Will cautiously stepping inside. He closes the door gently and awkwardly walks further into the room.

“Hi,” you mumble. He waves and looks around for a chair, but you pat the bed next to you. He sits down slowly and fiddles with his hands.

“I’m so sorry for what you’re going through,” he whispers, keeping his eyes forward.

“It’s probably affecting you as well. According to his letters, you two were great friends.” He chuckles and nods.

“We were friends, but I wasn’t his love or mother of his child.” Tears spring to your eyes once again.

“Yeah, that’s…” you were at a loss for words. You’ve talked about this countless times with Iris, but suddenly, being around Will made it hard for some reason.

“Tom was so excited to be a dad,” he murmurs, a hint of love in his voice. “Every letter he got from you, his face lit up at whatever update you gave him. And he told me about every single one.” You laugh through your tears and finally look at Will. He also had tears in his eyes, yet there was a deeper emotion behind them.

“He was a good man,” he continues. “Always telling jokes and stories. He honestly made the whole experience better.”

“Yeah, that was his specialty, his stories. He had an endless amount of them.”

“That he did.” A silence hangs in the air for a moment.

“Um, can we please change the topic? Because as much as I’d love to talk about Tom more, I don’t think I’m quite ready,” you shyly mumble.

“Yeah, of course. Have you seen any films recently?”

For the rest of the night, you and Will get to know one another, talking about everything and anything, except for Tom; he respected your wish and avoided the topic as best as he could.

After that night, Will visited you every weekend, spending Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with you and Iris. He made sure you were staying healthy and resting, and one night, you asked him about it.

“Will?” You whisper. He was sitting in the guest room, at the desk in the corner. It was well into the night, but you had to ask him now.

“What’s wrong?” He’s standing within seconds, running over to you to make sure you weren’t injured or something was wrong with the baby.

“Nothing. But, I am curious about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Why have you been visiting so much? Not that I don’t enjoy your company, it’s been really nice and Iris loves having you here as well, but why?” He sits on the bed and motions for you to join. You two crawl to the top, against the headboard, and he begins.

“When Tom was...dying, he asked me to care for you, to make sure you have a healthy and happy baby. He asked me to check up on you often and make sure you’re okay, both with the baby and yourself, mentally. He knew what he was leaving behind, and he hated that you were going to be left alone, with just his mum.” Tears pool in your eyes and threaten to spill over as Will continues.

“I made a promise to him that I would protect you and the baby. So I’m going to do that.” Your tears finally fall, and your hands rest on your bump, wishing they could have met their amazing father.

“I just wish he was still here,” you quietly sob. Will wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close to him.

“I know, love. They’ll get to know him through yours and Iris’s stories. Their father won’t be forgotten, I promise you that.”

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The months go by, and Will keeps his promise till the end. In early October, you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. You named him Percy Thomas Blake; Tom had always talked about how he loved the name ‘Percy’ for a boy and wanted to use it one day, so you had to keep his wish.

Will was up with you, in the middle of the night as Percy cried out. You were in tears, having tried everything to calm him. Changing him, wrapping him in a blanket, trying to feed him, but nothing worked.

“Here,” Will says, removing his shirt, “let me try something.” He takes the baby from you carefully and rests him against his bare chest. Moments later, the room goes quiet and Percy is fully content. You breathe out a sigh of relief and fall onto the bed.

“Thank you,” you murmur, closing your eyes and enjoying the peaceful moment. Will goes to sit in the rocking chair in the corner of your room, but you invite him to lay beside you. He’s hesitant at first, but he gently lays down, Percy now fast asleep on his chest.

“I really appreciate you doing this,” you say softly. “Being here and helping Iris and I. I have no idea what I would have done if I was alone.”

“Like I said, it was my promise.”

“I know, but to drop everything and help take care of a baby that’s not yours is so incredibly nice.”

“He may not be mine, but that doesn’t mean I won’t care for him when I promised to for a friend.”

A smile spreads across your lips and your hand comes to rest on your son’s back. For a moment, you forget everything bad that’s happened. You feel happy for the first time in months. You just hoped that would last.

To your surprise, it did.

Will basically lives with you and Iris now, and you’re so thankful that he stayed. Him and your son created this unbreakable bond, and you were more than happy that Percy was able to have someone like Will in his life.

Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years came and passed, and Will was by your side as you mourned the memory of the last time you saw Tom, a year ago. But, as you got through the days together, you couldn’t help but have one thought on your mind.

“Alright, goodnight, bubs. Tomorrow morning, we’re going to see grandmummy!” Your son cheers tiredly at your words, and you give him a kiss on his head. Will appears behind you and proceeds to do the same routine. He follows you out of the room, turning the light off and shutting the door. He begins to walk into his room, but you stop him

“Can I talk to you about something?” You wonder quietly, nerves filling your body. He nods and grabs your hand, guiding you to the living room couch. Iris was gone for the weekend, so you had the house to yourselves.

“So, what is it?” Taking a deep breath, you keep your eyes on your hands, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

#will schofield #william schofield #will schofield imagine #will schofield x reader #george mackay #1917 #william schofield imagine #william schofield x reader #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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secretly-tword-obsessed · 4 years

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Playful

Hello giggly messes! This is a Hamilton tickle fic that I wrote in my T fic diary a few months ago.

Summary: Aaron Burr sees himself as mature, but he can have a little fun from time to time....

Burr could be described as many things: Precise, motivated, determined, intelligent; but playful certainly wasn’t one of them. No, not Aaron Burr. He was a serious and productive man, not a silly slacker. Unfortunately for him however, he was constantly surrounded by some of the most weird, bouncy, silly men in town: Laurens, Hamilton, Mulligan and Lafayette.

I mean sure, they were hard workers, trying to get their points across, and they’d made great progress. Folks looked up to them as inspirational figures, representatives. But boy, the four men had overactive goofball sides.

“Dream on Hamilton”, Laurens said, softly punching his friend’s arm.

Alexander groaned: “Just you wait Laurens, just you wait”.

The four men were seated at The Place To Be Bar as usual, and they and Burr were the only ones there. Well, there was a reason for that, it was very early in the morning.

Burr was sitting alone at a seperate table from the revolutionaries, drinking in silence. The men had invited him over, but he said that he was fine. In actuality, he wasn’t, for he had recently received the news that Theadosia’s husband had returned from battle, and that they were functioning as a normal couple once again. He thought that perhaps he could drink away his sadness, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the four men seated at the table beside him. He decided to wait till they’d leave.

“Wait, wait for what?”, Laurens said, “For Washington to become aware of your existence?”. Lafayette let out a snicker at that.

“Shut up”, Hamilton groaned, taking another sip.

“Don’t tell Laurens or Laf to shut up”, Hercules said.

Listening in on the conversation, Burr knew that they’d be there a while. He got up to leave the bar, perhaps he could come back late at night when it was completely empty.

“Yo, Aaron Burr, where you goin’?”, Laurens asked, turning to him.

“Home”, Burr stated.

Hamilton raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. “You don’t just walk into a bar, sit alone, take a few sips and leave. Whats up Burr, is everything alright?”, Hamilton asked.

Burr just sighed as he walked up to the men, Lafayette patting a spare seat beside him for Burr to sit himself down in.

“Actually”, he said, “Everything’s not ok. Something bad has happened”.

Burr wouldn’t give specifics, the men knew nothing of Theadosia, or any woman for that matter. But the four seemed to understand that Burr wasn’t comfortable giving details, and they accepted that.

Lafayette swung a comforting arm around Burr’s shoulder and pat his back. Burr just looked downwards at the floor.

“Thanks”, he muttered.

“What was that?”, Lafayette asked, softly poking Burr’s side. Lafayette intended this to just be a harmless friendly gesture, and was shocked when Burr shrieked and jumped in the air. Burr looked at the four men staring at him, and realising what just happened, blushed intensely.

“Sorry”, he said, embarrassed, “Just a bit sensitive”.

“Sensitive?”, Laurens said, “Sensitive as in ticklish?”.

Burr shivered at the word: No, not ticklish.

‘Ticklish’ was childish and playful, Aaron Burr was not.

“No”, he responded, trying to sound calm, “Just sensitive”.

When Burr looked away, Laurens winked at Lafayette. Laf got the message and grinned deviously.

“Are you sure your not ticklish?”, he said, poking Burr’s side with more meaning this time. This time, Burr didn’t shriek, he squealed.

Jeez, why did bad things have to happen to good people?

“So, your sad. Need some cheering up Mon Ami?”, Lafayette asked as he wiggled his fingers at Burr cheekily.

“Ok”, he chuckled, standing up, “Thats enough of that”. He turned to leave the bar.

“Get ‘im”, Hercules said.

And soon, Burr was running, dashing out of the bar as four goofs chased him.

No, even if they caught him, he wasn’t ticklish, right? What was the point in running.

Nope, Burr was done lying to himself. He was done resisting.

He was childish, he was playful, and he was enjoying the chase.

And yes, he was ticklish. Very damn ticklish.

He was about to leave the bar when Hamilton grabbed his arm.

“Aaron Burr, sir. Why out so soon?”, he teased as he tackled the man to the ground.

Burr lay on the ground, completely at the mercy of the four men.

They quickly assumed their positions: Hercules holding Burr’s arms above his head, Alexander and John on his left side and and Lafayette on his right.

“So”, Laurens said, a huge grin on his freckled face, “For the last time Burr, are you ticklish?”.

Burr wiggled with anticipation, bubbling up inside of him like a cold pint of beer. He couldn’t stop the smile tweaking the corner of his lips. He didn’t say anything, which was an answer in itself, and the four men grinned wider.

And finally, they dug in.

Lafayette danced his fingers up and down Aaron’s ribs, Laurens scuttled across his neck and Hamilton poked at Burr’s fully exposed underarms, annotating fingers. Mulligan was the muscle keeping Burr down.

And he didn’t even try not to laugh, he just laughed loudly and freely, squirming madly. All of his saddened thoughts of Theadosia just disappeared in his laughter.

Sure, he was embarrassed out of his mind, but this was still the best he’d felt in ages. But they wouldn’t know that.

“Ha! You like this!”, Lafayette remarked as he scuttled his fingers down to Burr’s belly.

Burr turned red: “Dohohohoho nohohohohohot!”.

“Do to!”, Lafayette remarked, “You haven’t even asked us to stop, I can see it in your eyes. Your not upset anymore, are you?”.

Burr felt like he could melt; both from Lafayette’s words and the unbearably ticklish sensations all over his body.

“So Burr, whats your worst spot, hmm?”, Laurens asked, narrowing his eyes at Burr.

“Nohohohoho plehehehehehease!”, he laughed.

“No Please? Iv’e taken many biology classes, but Iv’e never heard of the No Please before”, Hamilton chuckled, the other three men groaning at his pathetic joke.

Hamilton’s underarm pokes were what was getting at Burr the most. Being tickled in such a vulnerable place without being able to protect it: pure torture.

Hamilton seemed to notice this, and replaced his poking with wiggling fingers.

That was when Burr cracked.

“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAWP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”.

At those words, the men quit it.

“Oh, so your underarms are your worst spot?”, Hamilton teased as Burr sat up, panting.

“You feeling better now Mon Ami?”, Laf asked, swinging an arm over Burr’s shoulder.

He was feeling better, a hell of a lot better. He hadn’t remembered the last time he felt so good. Maybe he should be playful more often.

He didn’t know why he did it, perhaps it was a tickle aftershock or spell or something. But in a second, he was viciously tearing his way through the bar at Laurens, who he knew was ticklish from a time he saw him get wrecked by the other men once.

Laughter can do the impossible: I guess it really is the best medicine.

Sorry that was short, I wrote it a long time ago. Thanks for reading and please give me feedback! (Because my back is hungryyyy).

#hamiltontickle #hamiltonticklefic #tickle #ticklefic #ticklish!burr #ler!hamilsquad #lee!burr #cheer up tickles #hamiltontickles

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moonlightkitkat · 4 years

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ML:NYS reaction

Here’s my set of reactions from when I was watching the special, I wrote it all while I was watching. It’s a little scatterbrained lol

The opening is so pretty!

MR. PIGEON AGAIN?

COSMO BUG AND ASTRO BUG?!

AWWW THE YELLOW ROSE THAT'S SO CUTE!

THAT'S SO CUTE!

Oh this interaction is adorable! The wholesomeness!

YES GIVE YOURSELF FLOWERS.

But oh my god I had to pause because this is what I love! Chat can show affection and care about her, but I love how he’s taking her feelings into the gift he brings. He knows that she doesn’t want anything with romantic connotations because it’s leading him on, so instead he offers a rose of friendship, a truce. And I love how after hearing this, Ladybug immediately warms up and accepts, thanking him and offering kind words as well. I’m two minutes in and I already love this.

Also the animation is so pretty!!

Oh Marinette no.. not the photos.. not the excuses.. ;-;

Yes Tikki hold her accountable!

HAMILTON BUT WITH SOCK PUPPETS???

NO CHLOE WHAT?!

Oh thank god I wanted my Chloe here

NO BUSTIER YES

SHE'S PREGNANT?! Oh that poor baby

EW LILA’S HERE

No no no no no no n no no no no Marinette please stop, please oh my god I’m dying on the inside

YOU'RE OUR SOCK WASHINGTON

EVERYDAY LADYBUG AND SOCK WASHINGTON IS BEST SHIP

Oh my god she put his perfume on her pillow? Why? Why have her do this.

LAFAYETTE

HE WAS A MIRACULOUS USER WHAT

Oh my god she pulled a Twilight Sparkle and ranted about the power of friendship

DID HE JUST SIT THROUGH HER RANT

Oh I know he’s lying but oh that’s such a sweet thing to say.

Gabriel why are you a JERK

KAGAMI

AWWW SMOOCH

That’s so cute! I love that!

NO THE SINGING

Marinette no ;-;

THE KITTY ALARM AWWW

THAT'S SO CUTE

OH THATS FIC MATERIAL RIGHT THERE

“I’m as serious as it can get.” *squeak*, giggles. That’s adorable

OH NO GORILLA HAS A FEAR OF FLYING

PLAGG

THE WIGGLY PAWS

I-I’m actually shocked that Ladybug didn’t think of that

That’s pretty smart Adrien.

I’m still creeped out by the Snow White like case Emilie is in

LUKA LUKA LUKA LUKA LUKAAAAAA

Oh no she’s ranting about Adrien I’m crying

HIS SMILE AT HER

AWWW SWEETHEART

A SMOOCH

Oh this is definitely fic material

Oh Marinette does not look happy about seeing Adrien

Chloe’s arrival is amazing

THE HORROR MOVIE SCREAM

Alya what the heck

Oh god Marinette no

Oh my hands are crInging-NO HE FELL ON HER

ALYA WHY

Okay that art is adorable but Marinette looks terrified

Wooowwww the manipulation there lol, nice job class

Oh thank goodness,

“YOU ARE A DOLPHIN”

Oh poor Marinette

Ivan and Mylene are cuddling!

Wow Marinette is tiny

Awww DjWifi snuggles

JULROSE

wait why didn’t Mari sit with Rose?

Oh poor Marinette ;-;

Bro she’s physically uncomfortable, why would you move closer?

Oh that’s so cute-nevermind

Same Alya

Same Nino

They’re adorable but I hate this

NO THE HUG

SHE'S SO UNCOMFORTABLE WHY WOULD YOU HUG HER

I’m sorry WHAT

captain Marvel??

Alya is such a nerd I love her

A BOMB?!

Wair, do actual superheroes exist in this universe? Why hasn’t anyone shown up to help Paris??

KS THAT A PEPSI BRAND BUS

wow the cat based pun

“Lil croissants on route,” that’s CUTE

NO HER STUFF

Oh it was just puppets

OH SHE'S PRETTY

Jess, yes I like her

Is she an actual AI?

SABRINA AWWW

Oh poor Sabrina ;-;

Nice reflexes

Oh no

THE CARTOON SLOW HEAD TURN

Oh now this is adorable, I like the soft music playing in the background

EW HE SNUCK TO HER ROOM

Hot dog Dan?

IS THAT A SUPERHERO?!

STRONG ROSE

Rapunzel Sabrina???

Aww that's cute

They’re flying!

HIGH VOICE

THATS HILARIOUS

This is really really cute, but.... aren’t Adrien and Kagami together?

Oh this is such a cute dance

“BEAUTIFUL SUNFLOWER”

Oh Marinette no....

“Repetitive behaviors,” is that a joke about how they never change?

Adrie is definitely in love, but isn’t he with, you know, KAGAMI?!

What on earth is with Jess’s eyebrows?

Wait, I'm sorry are they sending supervillains to trap them in??

Hawkmoth is wearing a seatbelt, that’s hilarious

Did.. did he seriously offer the atomic bomb

Ohhh a hologram

Oh that’s a cool supervillain

THE POSE SCREEN FOR THE DOOR GUY IM WHEEZING

HES TRANSFORMING TO SAVE MARI

Did you ... need to transform though? You could have just pushed her out of the way

Theyre so DUMB

Batman? Nope, just Hawkmoth

Oh Ladybug is MAD. Rightfully so though

Oh yes tell him off

Wait, they’ve heard of Ladybug and Chat Noir. Why hasn’t anyone come to help them?

CHAR NOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOO

NO OH MY GOD HE KILLED HER

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY FOD

CHAT KILLED SOMEONE

YES LADYBUG

Oh my god she can actually bring people back to life

Ooooo chase scene

Teenage mutant super teens

Oh my god that’s terrifying for what happened to Paris

We are learning a lot about Ladybugs Powers, I’m loving this

HE LEFT HER

CHAT NOIR NO

HE HAS TWO MIRACULOUS NOW?!

A BALD EAGLE FOR FREEDOM

CAN IT GET MORE AMERICAN

OH THE HAWK PERSON IS A WOMAN

Oh those two are lesbi-OH THEY'RE ACTUALLY LESBIANS

....Wow Zag is having fun with her cleavage AREN'T they?

Oh Marinno ;-;

WHAT THE HECK IS HAWKMOTH DOING

oh this is so sad

I’m getting umbrella scene flashbacks

THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS ALYA

And Marinette being a thief has come back into

MARINETTE

WHY IS THIS SO SAD WHY IS SHE CRYING IN THE STREETS

Why are her boobs so BIG

Is this just proof of how dangerous the DC superheroes are?

Wait these three heroes really are just Superman, Batman, Captain America aren’t they?

I love the AI’s hair so much, it’s so pretty

Wow Jess was won over so quickly

JESS HAS A SKATEBOARD TO TRAGEL WOW I LOVE IT

THE MOON??

All powerful magic? Useless against a simple AI

Wow he was won over quickly.. is he just really impulsive? That’s.. really not the best quality in a superhero who has the power to destroy whatever he touches.

Plagg that’s TOO CUTE

Wow I am So impressed by Jess

Awww hug

She forgave him a little too easily

HE THREATENED A WORLD WAR?

AND PEOPLE STILL DEFEND GABRIEL?

THIS MAN IS A CHILD ABUSER, A TERRORIST, AND NOW A WAR CRIMINAL?!

He lost his TAIL

Sparrow is transforming into an Eagle I love this

Ooooooooooooo I love her use of the power

Wow he legitimately s-YES ATTA GIRL

h-how did that reach the sun so fast

I thought Chat hit the guy and not the cuffs and I had a heart attack

You’ve known her for less than a day and you trust her with a miraculous?? Wait, they know all about the miraculous?? But how?

Also I’m really happy that we have an ingenious superhero! I’m really happy that her costume isn’t sexual used, and isn’t a LEOTARD

I’m really curious about what actual ingenious people think about her as a character and her uniform

Wait, she has dreamcatchers for earrings?

Why is she looking so buff in that suit

Oh? Is this a teaser for the Shanghai episode?

BATWINGS

Oh that’s such a cute little banner for Adrien

SABRINA YOU'RE A SWEETHEART

“BIG PUFFY CLOUD”

WAIT THEY LEFT GORILLA NO

OH YES MORE GUARDIANS

That is a very underwhelming entrance and speech. Talk about rushed how did he say that with one BREATH

HE WAS SWAYED THAT EASILY?

#ml salt #ml spoilers #ml new york #ml ny spoilers #miraculous ladybug review #miraculous ladybug #ladybug reactions

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LMAOO I WAS GONNA BRING UP FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLIDER BUT I WASNT SURE IF YOU WERE WATCHING IT HSKAJ (are you liking it? i know it’s only the first episode but ya know, another one tomorrow night- well tomorrow night for me, and did you like wandavision?? i loved it!!)

oh my goodness i’m watching lion king while writing this and i haven’t seen it in a while and i am..... emotional. but anyway, i love that streaming services think that imma pay for them while they charge $50 a month. like yes of course i have that kind of money and i am going to give it to you to watch tv 🙄 that $50 is budgeted to sims thank you. (ALSO SIMS!!! i’ll get to that in a minute) now see if i don’t google levidia right this minute LMAOO, not that i’m gonna use it.. just for the research...

AND HDKSHS SEND THAT CHAOS WALKING LINK LMAO i saw it for the third time with a different one of my friends and she wasn’t the best one to see it with? she literally was on her fucking phone and i was like ok whatever her loss not mine, and idk if you’ve read the books or if you’ve seen it by now, but by the end of the whole movie, after they’ve confirmed THE THING throughout the whole movie she asked the dumbest question and i’m like diD YOU NOT WATCH THE MOVIE, and i guess she didn’t. so. this sounds so vague but i don’t wanna spoil the movie for you just in case lol.

THE STORY LMAOO, so A DIFFERENT FRIEND LOL, like my oldest bff, we had a day together and we wanted to go see chaos walking. and i honest to God thought that no one would be seeing this movie. like NO ONE. every day, i checked the theater seating and no one was there right? plus i really wanted us to have the theater to ourselves. so we sit in the wrong seats, the row in front of us, STILL THINKING WE’RE ALONE. and then these 3 older people came in AND IM ABOUT TO SCREAM FHSJSH AND IM LIKE “are we in your seats?” and they we were like uh yeah, AND IT WAS SO BAD LMAOO , we’re moving and everything would’ve been FINE but my friend’s reclined seat was going down so slow and as it’s going shes LITERALLY SAYING ALOUD “awkward awkward awkward” so she thinks forget it, lemme just get up. HER BAG GETS CAUGHT ON HER CHAIR AND HER FRIES AND THEY SPILL ALONG WITH HER HONEY MUSTARD 😭😭 ALL OVER THE FLOOR! so i’m trying not to laugh lmao but those aren’t even our seats and we just made a mess, so naturally, i get on the floor and start cleaning it up with my napkins (this is going for too long) AND MY FRIEND IS STILL SAYING “awkward awkward awkward awkward” and i’m really abt to crack up bECAUSE LIKE SHUT UP HAHAHA and we’re cleaning it and shit and the oldest lady is gonna say “yeah you’re not gonna make an old lady get on the floor, are you?” AND I WANTED TO LAUGH AND SCREAM AT THE SAME TIME BC DID WE ASK YOU TO, NO, so then i had to get the manager and she helped us clean it, we got new fries and everything was fine, it’s just a crazy story bc LITERALLY WE COULDVE AVOIDED IT AND EVERYTHING BUT THESE ELDERLY PEOPLE HAD TO COME AND SEE THIS MOVIE😭😭 at least the gentlemen was nice.. he helped us clean. but then his wife was like “i aM nOt siTTiNg tHeRe” and at first i thought she was a teenager bc of her stink attitude but her husband was nice. and it’s not like we weren’t cleaning it up, we were!!! like i was so apologetic- anyway.

about sims! do you play console or pc? wait,, you already told me you play pc bc your computer was broken, i’m glad you can play now though :’)) litetally when i read in the tags that you’re playing sims !!!! and are you hyped for bunk beds? i have cc so i’ve had them for a bit, but they were glitchy... but i’m so excited we have them now! i should really play sims today...

GURL IM SO PROUD OF YOU 🥺🥲 i know you aren’t fluent in everything and you aren’t a linguistic genius LMAO but it’s still soooo amazing :’) here i am reading the captions while ur just going hahah, yea i tried duolingo but.... i didn’t stick to it HDJSH talking to you though makes me so interested because you know all these languages, not even studying them like that, but you have this foundation and ahh it’s just super cool. LOL YOU DONT SOUND LAME HAJA IM TELLING YOU ITS SO SO COOL, i’m loving this lesson btw oh my goodness- HSKAJS YOU THOUGHT I WOULD ALREADY KNOW THAT??? HDYSJHS MY ONLY ENGLISH SPEAKING ASS??? HAHAHAHHAH i find that word (Rindfleischetikettie- i’m not gonna write the whole thing i’m sorry) very interesting... like... wow. did you have to google that or did you just know lmao

OKAH THE WATER THING HDKDJDKS UR GONNA TERRIFY ME HAHAH OH MY LORD- first of all CROATIA 😍😍 but thinking about it like that, I WOULD FREAK OUT TOO HAHSGSG i never go that deep into the water, or if i do i have my dad with me lol and i kind of hold onto him bc ive seen/heard too many things about people being dragged into the sea. but i loveee the water (i wanted to be a mermaid soooo bad ohmigosh)

I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW ONE CANNOT LIKE MUSIC ITS AWFUL !! lmao yeah i haven’t even listened to harry’s his first album, everyone says they love it more. I WAS GONNA SAY IMMA LISTEN TO ONLY ANGEL BUT THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE IT HUHAHAH also i have never listened to anything by mgk (i actually had to google who he was IM SORRY😔) i’m tempted to listen tho lol PLEASE JUSTIN BIEBER- I PROMISE IM NOT LAUGHING AT U IVE JUSY NEVER HAD SOMEONE SAY THAT B4!! like i don’t know many people who’ve liked him bUT NOW IM GONNA LISTEN & the cardboard cutout- okay. 😭😭😭

oh my goodness to see the vamps live 🤧 TO SEE ANYONE LIVE PLEASE JJDGSHAHGD and little mix is so good oh my goodness- i actually haven’t been to that many concerts.. i was at my first one, elsie fest (it’s like a broadway thing really) in uhhh october of 2019, yea i took my mom for her birthday bc she loves darren criss and i’m obsessed with glee lmao OH MY GOODNESS YOUVE BEEN TO SO MANY!!! and those are such great artists 😩😩

LMAO UR FINE, hamilton is a musical that lin manuel miranda wrote and i think generally made? i’m obsessed, but basically it was on broadway and then recorded and put on disney+ ... idk i guess it counts a film bc it’s like a movie really cuz it was recorded but in what 2018 or 2016? i don’t remembers the date that is on disney+ but it’s strange how i got into it, a lot of my friends were obsessed and i was like uhh why? and while researching it and watching it, trying to figure out why people love it... i fell in love with it LMAO but the music is FANTASTIC and lin is incredible😭 but yes yes yes i loveeeee high school musical!! my dad actually took my cousins to see it on ice or something (i absolutely forget lmao) but i don’t know how people don’t know hsm. it upsets me.

OKAY IM DOWN TO THE BOTTOM HAHAHA (it takes me so long to respond, now i’m on lion king 2 WHICH IS SO GOOD PLEASE FHHSSHHSHSH) i could respond in chunks but i kind of enjoy responding like this? it feels a bit like a letter but if this whole thing is overwhelming i’ll cut it up lol

+ yes that was me about your fic and sleep and everything lol but it was so good😭 i don’t understand how you write peter so well like you have this ability to capture his.. everything? i’m crine. all the time. over your fics. & i cannot describe my happiness for youuuu :’) i’m so happy you’re writing again 🥺🥰 the thing about how you only want to write the long peter fic but you don’t know how to continue... i feel that so so so hard, i don’t think i told you but ughh i was so blah bc of that feeling of having pent up inspiration for only one fucking thing and not being able to write it. it’s so frustrating 😭

not to add more to this but i need to vent a bit? the situation is definitely different bc with your major it obviously requires for you to ya know, know english lol, but uhm bc i’m homeschooled ive been cheating on all my work SHSHDHSJ like i google the answers but i’m still learning! it’s just..... i find it so unnecessary, like going for an audition no one is gonna say to me “i want you to chanel the knowledge within yourself of the centripetal force of the circle that is the table on this stage” like tf??? there’s literally no point. i’m gonna be getting into voice lessons again soon and i’m already doing dance, AND i’ll be doing this summer camp program (more hamilton lol) and thinking about school is only making me stress more, like i haven’t been able to rehearse dance at all this week bc of it...... so

hahaha reading your tags, lonely anon would still be accurate HAHAHHAHA // another add: yea i love ur current theme, i’ve gotten used to “seeing you” like this, but anything will look super pretty :)) ALSO HOW IS IT STILL SNOWING THERE, i swear it’s getting warmer and warmer by the day here 😭🤧

these long ass posts, my gosh🥲 lonely lovely anon <3

Omg yes it does feel like a letter sldkdj and then the few days of waiting also make more sense okay i love this ❣️💕❤️💓❤️💞🧡💜💘(wtf)sksjhz

Dear lovely anon,

ALSKSJVKD yes i‘m liking falcon and winter soldier dlkdh i haven‘t watched the second episode yet but i‘ll watch it tomorrow! but i didn‘t watch wandavision........ eidislskks i was going to but idk i wasn‘t that interested in it and watching series is already too much of a commitment (what can i say i‘m a Sagittarius—🤧 (no i’m joking i actually know NOTHING about starsigns)) didjj that i couldn‘t force myself to watch it, ALSO i hate (idk if this is an unpopular opinion) when every episode is like a whole hour. i‘m rewatching an old series today (it‘s german so i won‘t even get into it) and the episodes are 25 mins each and i‘ve already watched 8 episodes today ridlndjdjd,,, and i feel like if the episodes were an hour each i wouldn‘t have gotten past episode 2 today like idk.... even if series had the same length in total, i prefer when the individual episodes are shorter idk why tho tbh (so yeah i already wasn‘t 100% convinced about watching wandavision so i just couldn’t make myself watch a bunch of 1hour episodes— i‘ve heard that it‘s good tho- but i‘m not much of a series person so. Dldkk (have we talked about this already??? sorry i don‘t remember what i said lol and i couldn‘t find my own post anymore so dkdjsh) (WAIT I JUST CHECKED THE WANDAVISION EPIOSRDES ARENT EVEN THAT LONG??? Okay wait i might watch it now - did you like it? let me know if i should watch it— why did i think they were 60minutes???)

okay another confession i‘ve never watched the lion king????? i mean i watched it when i was a child but i was too young to actually pay attention to any kind of plot i just liked the songs lol sldkdj i‘ve been meaning to watch it for years tho 🦁 (idk it just felt appropriate to put a lion emoji lmoaoo)

OH MY GOD THE CHAIS WALKING/CINEMA STORY AHSJSKKS😭😭😭😭 NOOOOO (very fitting that there was so much chaos when you were watching a film that has chaos in the title loool) and the “awkward awkward awkward“ SAME SKSKSLSKDJ, that‘s literally me 24/7 ahajshshhshshsh. Like i was so skdjdjdkdllsldksnsnsnsb while i read what you sent me djslslsjdjdbdn why are old ladies always so grumpy btw 🥲🥲🥲 at least the man was nice tho! and wait did i read that right... you have fries (which, to me, are called chips dusuusldk) at your cinemas?? (Movie theatres sorry sksjsh) we just have popcorn and nachos and drinks i want chips too when i‘m watching a film what😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺

Also i still haven’t watched it so thanks for not spoiling it!!! (idk when i’ll watch it i’m so bad with films and even worse with series💀💀💀- same with cherry. i literally forgot all about cherry, i was SO hyped when the trailer came out like i’ve never been so excited about a movie... and then it came out... and i still haven‘t watch it like what‘s wrong with me???? Dkdjdjdjdklsl i feel like i‘m not gonna watch it anytime soon tbh, but i wanna watch chaos walking i just have to find the time

Okay and @ your other friend who wasn‘t paying attention like why are you even watching the film then???? but ok (omg this sounds so mean i‘m sure she‘s very nice but in this situation just like❔❔❔)

SIMS ahhh, BUNK BEDS, ahhhh sdljdjdjdkdkdldksj i actually haven‘t played it since the update 🤧🤧 i made both of my sims (enisa (bestselling author already, thank you) and michael (aspiring doctor)) go to university and bro it takes so long 😭😭 and you can‘t do anything else if you want them to do well so literally the last three times i played sims i was just constantly clicking their homework and computerd to write their assignments (i play it in german so idk what its called on the sims) and do their presentations and do them all over again so that they get better or whatever for HOURS, but imma play again soon

also i‘m living my fanfiction life loool, so i made my two sims neighbours (on the same plot tho but i made two small separate houses lol, i still wanted to control both of them at the same time but i made sure they didn‘t interact before i wanted them to skdjdjdk). and first they both experimented and got some experience in the love department you know (all genders, cause i have to live my sexuality even in a pc game slskdjh— wait, i‘ve never lived my sexuality irl like i‘ve done NOTHING nothing with guys nothing with girls (🥲) but maybe that’s why i want to do it even more in the sims) and then they met at uni and realised like hey we‘re neighbours and now they‘re together (but michael accidentally had an alien baby with another woman (who was an alien which i was not aware of) cause i wasn‘t paying attention like i said woohoo not try for baby like michael why is your pull out game so weak tf LSHDDHDJDJSKKDKSKDKS okay but making out and flirting and doing all the fun stuff in the sims turns me on way more than it should PFAHAHHAHSH) so idk why i told you this but I’m creating that neighbour!au in the sims lmaoooo

i did not have to google Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsübertragungsaufgabengesetz (just did it again😌 sisjshhs) but i might have mixed up the words überwachung und übertragung or i might have even forgotten a word skskks but in the end it doesn‘t matter (by linkin park- ok i‘m so sorry it‘s 2 am and i have a headache from having waveformers in my hair all day but i still wanted to reply to this now so sorry if i‘m not making any sense right nowbahahshah)

i wanted to be a mermaid too dldjdksksj like h2O and all those series convinced me i could be one like. i remember i‘d always go in the deep pool and attempt to swim like them in all the series with that wave motion i must have looked so crazy with my goggles as well dkdjsksöksj (i was like twelve but still)

so mgk has two sides one is hip hop/rap which is like ~~~~ idk he has good and bad songs, but his latest album is like punk pop snd I LOVE IT SO SO SO SO SO MUCH, so if you like punk pop I’d recommend his album tickets to my downfall (i don‘t blame yoj if you don‘t like it tho like about a year ago i would have HATED that type of music dkdkdkkd)🥴

Okay talking about music, there‘s this german rapper and he is... not a good person. he‘s literally a criminal and extremely sexist but to me he‘s still hot???????? he‘s even cute at times even tho he has tattoos everywhere and is like 6‘5 and is super aggressive but i see him and i‘m like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 my heart beats only for you💘💘💘💘and he released a new song today and i watched the video and i‘m wondering wtf is wrong with me 😃 (he did look particularly cute cause he was high so idk he wasn’t really aggressive in this one) 😭 so i thought i‘d share that LMAO IDK

(not saying tattoos aren‘t cute btw i LOVE tattoos imma get some soon, but you know he looks like someone your grandma would be afraid of (and in his case rightfully so💀)

okay wait i‘m getting so tired it‘s 2 am i think i‘ll have to do the rest tomorrow but i wanted to do it now😭🥺🥺 see you tomorrow

it is now 3:42 am and i couldn‘t sleep so here we go again

girl you can laugh at me for liking justin tho skskks i wanna laugh at myself idk, like i said i really really really liked him a few years go, basically my life was at least 50% justin and then he went on a break for a while and released an album last year which i hated 🥴 but this album is wow. (Still weird to me because it‘s literally the definition of pop and i don‘t ever listen to pop?) and it‘s so weird because i used to know so much about justin and had so many friends who loved him as well and now it‘s like I’m listening to someone new? Don‘t get me wrong i never KNEW justin and i never will and i‘m aware of that shahsh but yeah i used to be soooo used to him and it‘s like reconnecting with an old friend and you realise you don‘t know that friend anymore- like you don‘t know them anymore at all. I mean justin is weird nowadays 😂😂😂 so pls laugh at me tbh dskksjsjsh

awww it‘s so wholesome that you gave your mom tickets to the concert 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i gave my mum tickets for pink like 2 years ago and she loved it so much and i was like 🥰🥰🥰 (i went with her) AND OMG GLEE ok so unfortunately i barely remember glee, but i used to watch it too!!!! And it‘s actually on my list of series i wanna watch (again) so youre making me want to watch it even more (but like i said i‘m bad with series so 😩😩😩 who knows when i‘ll rewatch it)

When all this pandemic shit is over (let‘s be hopeful <3333) then you need to go to as many concerts as possible!!!!! i‘ve been to SO MANY and it‘s literally one of the things in my life i‘m the most grateful for, concerts are some of the best experiences i‘ve ever had in my life especially the ones that are in smaller concert halls where you can feeeel the vibe and everyone‘s energy (and that sounds awful thinking about it mid-pandemic 😐) anyway—

Okay omg you‘re absolutely making me want to watch hamilton right now like omg i WANT TO WATCH IT NOW but it‘s 4 am sodndkdldl

what you said about my peter fics🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺like omg i love these emojis they literally just describe how i felt when reading what you said so, yes, 🥰🥺 + thank you :) it really means a lot <3

and no omg i totally get the studying thing. like last year before i graduated .. was that last year? yes wtf omg okaykdjdj, so the last three months before i had my final exams we were just in a lockdown and we didn‘t even have online classes. We had nothing except one teacher who left our group chat (😭) because she was mad at us (?) and one maths teacher who did an online ““lesson““ once a week. he‘d ask: so does anyone have questions. us: . Him: okay, bye then. So. Yeah dndldldj. But we had one online test and it was in german and like i read the book wee were supposed to read? but the questions on the test were all unanswerable (is that a word?) and i had to google everything (got an A tho 🤪 but only because i googled everything so i was so scared that i wouldn‘t be able to get a good result on the final exam because what if i‘d gotten used to just googling everything and i couldn‘t do it by myself anymore? anyway it was all fine in the end but yeah at times i couldn‘t even study because i had so much anxiety about studying and yeah- like this whole annoying cycle. but you said you‘re still studying———- okay wait 👁👄👁 i forgot what i was going to say??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Like wtf. Is wrong with me? And i‘m reading what you wrote again and i just don‘t know what i was going to say? Like i get what you‘re saying obviously but i‘m like? Idk 4am brain ayeee, please vent more if you need to and elaborate further because right now i‘m???? Too dumb to respond to this right now wtf. I‘m so sorry lmao ddlkdjdjd what is even going on like i‘m sitting here open mouthed just like ? But btw the fact that you have Voice and dance lessons is like SO FUCKING COOL like oh my god that is sosososos cool wtf, i was thinking that when you first talked about it too

And “i want you to chanel the knowledge within yourself of the centripetal force of the circle that is the table on this stage” ODHDKSLDBDJDOFIDKDNDLDK

Yes i know about the weather dkdkdkjd but it‘s getting (a lot) warmer here too and where i live we kind of get a weird type of wind called föhn (which literally means hair dryer but idk if that‘d the reason why it‘s called that, i‘m too tired to think of whether it makes sense rn) and it gives me headachesssssss and the changing weather is also giving me headaches 😭😭😭😭 so this season right now is just headache season and i hate summer so i wish it would just snow again lmao (okay it‘s getting so late that it‘s early already snd i can hear this bird chirping so fucking loud wtf i‘m also getting a headache 🤧🤧🤧) but at least i can do my new theme soon (i hope it‘ll look good🥺 and omg thank you for what you said about my current theme- i always feel like i‘m so bad with aesthetics, i obviously like my theme but i feel like every single person on tumblr has a theme that is prettier than mine so it was very nice to hear you say that you love it👉🏼👈🏼 (i‘m so used to it by now that i actually hate it lmao so it‘s getting yeeted soon and i‘m making megan thee stallion my pfp 🤪 (if the graphics and shit works out skdjdjdj)

#lovely anon #<333 #okay its so late now i dont wanna post it now in case i‘m too tired to notice losds of mistakes #but i also wanna post it now so.#*loads #i‘m posting it #and i absolutely do not mind if you answer like this!!!! but if you ever do feel like it‘s too much or you uust want to respond to one thing #in particular sooner then pls go ahead! <3

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madokasoratsugu · 4 years

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cinderella au meta notes

or: the plotline that never happened because i was so caught up in the euphoria of writing Fritz/Lucette Cinderella AU, i forgot that i had to have a plot

also: a bunch of bonus facts i guess !

this basically spoils the whole fic (that you can read here) which contains Fritz and Rumpel route spoilers, so read with caution ! under the cut bc it got Long :”))

this meta was initially written on a tumblr post bc it was meant to be a short ~2k thing (HAHAHA). then it got so long my computer started crashing and i had to move to google docs.

i wrote this with disney live action remake osts AND six the musical in the background. it was a wildin’ experience listening to ‘dont lost ur head’ while writing Fritz be a chaotic mess in the beginning, then listening to ‘how does a moment last forever’ when writing the Fritz/Lucette garden scenes.

Karma and Fritz are childhood friends ! both boys who were more interested in being a knight than inheriting a kingdom, but learnt their responsibilities along the way.

on that note: none of the characters were exactly...planned to appear. the initial tweet thread idea only had Fritz, Lucette and Alcaster casted - the other characters just kinda wrote themselves in this meta.

im pretty sure it started with Karma barging his way into the fic in act one, then i had to have someone balance him (Waltz), then i needed someone to play the music for their waltz (obvs that had to be Rod), and then i got sad thinking Rumpel would be left out, but Lucette’s broken glass slipper scene conveniently needed someone. the Widdensovs just kinda came into the picture by virtue of Lucette just needing someone to interact with when she wasnt at the ball LMAO

everyone else just didnt make it in the natural progression of the fic, and i didnt want to shoehorn them in just for the sake of having them appear.

however: Parfait was initially going to make an appearance as a duchess who snuck Lucette out to her father when she came to the castle for help when her manor burnt down. here’s a lil snippet of her scene:

(no one had, the last time she came; the smell of smoke still clinging on her, her head slamming a cacophony - surviving only thanks to the bravery of a certain court lady now disappeared, who heralded her to a servant’s exit, gave her gold and directions to her father, told her, run, told her im sorry, and cried, tears dripping endlessly from her pale pink lashes.)

Parfait is well and alive in this AU btw ! she’s just ‘disappeared’ bc she’s living somewhere secret with her goth wife Delora.

(side note: i realise Rumpel seems a lot like Lucette’s fairy godmother in the act thirteen. not intended, but i liked the imagery enough to let it stand :”)) bippity boppoty chevalier ! )

Varg and Lilja are both Swedish words. ancient Angiellian is partially Swedish. there’s probably ikea in this AU. let that sink in.

the swan mask Lucette was wearing was meant to allude to Odette and Odile from Swan Lake (because Fritz and Varg, white and black, swans are pretty yadda yadda), and i was going to write some really neat symbolism about that but i forgot lol !

(also the idea just never worked for me bc Odette and Odile aren’t the same people like Fritz/Varg but i wanted to reference Barbie Swan Lake (2003) ok let me live)

pour one out for our man Fritz who got rejected on his birthday. f.

Emelaigne is the MVP. older sisters, no matter how truly Head Empty they are, always pull through when you need them.

“isn’t the moon beautiful tonight” is a direct reference to an anecdote (which may or may not be true) about Natsume Souseki, a famous japanese writer, who translated ‘i love you’ to that phrase in order to account for the indirect characteristics of japanese speech.

Rumpel is the royal doctor, and has been apprenticing in the castle since Fritz was a child, before taking over the position as an adult ! so yes, Rumpel definitely rubbed off on Fritz in terms of values and morals.

with regards to Fritz and Lucette’s curses: i never really gave it much thought, but the vague idea i had was Lucette being cursed by Hildyr for disobedience (manipulative parenting say eye), then Hildyr dies lol and Lucette breaks her curse eventually.

with Fritz, he was likely cursed out of political reasons/jealousy and Varg was the result. works bc either way the curse meant for Fritz to be 1) inconvenienced or 2) dead/taken out of consideration for succession so like...a pain in the ass replacement who behaves the exact opposite of a prince works too.

this was hinted at vaguely in the fic, but Fritz became very secluded and hid himself in the castle for the years it took him to come to terms with his curse and break it. even then, because there was no one around him to really affirm his identity or accept him, he remained very withdrawn and a shell of his former self.

i reckon it took him about 5-6 years to break the curse. so that’s a lot of time alone. Fritz was basically a NEET.

all jokes aside: Lucette and Fritz each broke their curses with their own willpower and effort, but remain the mostly the same because there was no one around them to truly understand or accept them for who they were, or who they became.

(until they met each other, of course)

also, idk if it was hinted well enough but Lucette and Fritz actually were in an engagement once, when they were children/early teens ! i intended to allude to this more with Hildyr giving Fritz Lucette’s portrait, which results in him recognising her, but it just never fit in anywhere. so yeah ! that’s another reason how/why Fritz knew who Lucette was at first glance.

i figured the previous engagement would also help ease the court into their eventual marriage despite the whole ~*disgraced noble*~ thing. idk. i know nothing about western history and how it worked except for ALEXANDER HAMILTON (america sings for yooouuu) and divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived.

however, Alcaster broke the engagement, as stated in act thirteen. the reason was basically: Angielle in this AU works not by a hereditary monarchy, but rather the previous monarch getting to choose whomever the fuck the want to succeed them. Hildyr and Alcaster were both in line for the throne, and Hildyr wanted to ensure that even if she couldn’t get the throne now, she still had a chance in the future if her daughter married Alcaster’s (who would then be king) son. Alcaster was like lol fuck off because he wanted power all to his family and took things into his own hands to ensure that would never happen (which involved: inciting public hatred against witches/Hildyr, breaking Lucette and Fritz’s engagement, and generally being a dick.

that’s about as plot heavy as it gets yall. the rest is just dumb idiots falling in love !

...............except for the political usurp that happens later, with Fritz’s faction forcefully taking the throne away from Alcaster’s tyrannical rule, which leads to a dramatic sway of public favour to Fritz and Lucette.

and then they live happily ever, ever after.

(carrie underwood. yes i am planning an Enchanted AU dont look at me.)

the end !

#cinderella phenomenon #cinderella phenomenon visual novel #lucette riella britton #fritzgerald aiden leverton #melon writes #uh yeah

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alicedoessurveys · 3 years

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Doctor Who Tag

yes im a nerd...

CHILDHOOD

1. Did you like DW as a child?

I was 10 when it came back on telly with Eccleston and the first episode with the autons scared me so much my mom wouldn't let me watch it again until a couple years later, but yeah my teens I was obsessed with DW... still am at age 25

2. Your age at the time of the revival?

3. First DW episode you ever saw?

‘Rose’

4. Did you have any of the toys?

I still have the eleventh doctor’s screwdriver... I used to have some of the figures but there in storage now somewhere

5. Which DW character did you play on the playground?

didn't play it on the playground

6. Monster(s) that scared you most as a child?

all of them! the ones that still scare me now are the Cybermen and the Autons... genuinely cant walk past a shop mannequin without being suspicious

7. Joke/story you didn’t get as a kid?

as a kid, any of the innuendo type jokes

8. DW opinion that has changed since you were a kid?

idk I think I still have the same opinions

9. Who introduced you to DW?

parents

10. Did you like Sarah Jane Adventures as a child?

I LOVED SJA!! I miss that show, and Elizabeth Slade :(

DOCTOR

11. Who is your Doctor?

Ten was the doctor that made me fall in love with Doctor Who

12. Your favourite Doctor?

omg why not just ask me who my favourite child is... (I don't have kids but you know what I mean) if I had to chose my top three are ten, eleven and thirteen

13. Least favourite Doctor?

purely just because he doesn't have enough episodes... nine...

14. Best regeneration?

none of them I hate regenerations :( they make me sad, im too emotionally invested in every single one

15. Do you like “Doctor-Lite” episodes?

they're not my faves

16. Who is the most human Doctor?

I think nine maybe? or twelve?

17. Best multi-Doctor story?

the 50th anniversary special

18. Best Doctor monologue?

“Hello Stonehenge! who takes the pandorica, takes the universe. but bad news everyone, cause guess who? HA! You lot you're all whizzing about- its really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I AM TALKING. Question of the hour is, who's got the pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question, who's coming to take it from me? Come on, look at me! No plan. No backup. No weapons worth a damn. oh and something else, I don't have anything to lose. So, if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns and you've got any plans on taking the pandorica tonight... just remember who's standing in your way. remember ever black day I ever stopped you and then- AND THEN- do the smart thing... let somebody else try first.”

not copied and pasted, remember that from the top of my head... its always there waiting in my mind incase I ever need an epic monologue :’)

19, What do you think TenToo/MetaCrisis Doctor is doing now?

hopefully living his best life with Rose

20. Best Doctor/companion pairing?

ten and donna

COMPANIONS

21. Favourite companion?

Donna, Clara, Amy

22. Favourite secondary companion?

is Mickey classed as secondary? idk

23. Least favourite companion?

Ryan

24. Best TARDIS Team?

Doctor, Amy and Rory

25. Most underrated companion?

Graham, but that may just be cause I love Bradders

26. Most overrated companion?

Rose... I like her but idk, I think she gets more hype than she deserves.. don't @ me

27. Favourite companion’s family?

Rose’s mom

28. Who should have been a companion but wasn’t?

idk I cant think of anyone

29. Favourite (canon or non-canon) DW universe relationship?

Amy and Rory

30. Who did you not used to like, but really like now?

wasn't keen on Bill at first but by the end I really liked her, same with Rory

EPISODES

31. Favourite episode ever?

girl in the fireplace

32. Least favourite episode?

most of Chibnall’s episodes tbh sorry not sorry

33. Which episodes do you skip?

the regeneration episodes

34. Best two-parter?

Human Nature - Family of Blood

35. Historical, present day or futuristic episodes?

I like them all in there own way but I think present is fave, then historical, then future

36. Episode that will always make you smile?

all of them

37. Episode that will always make you cry?

Rory and Amy’s last episode :’(

38. Best run of episodes?

ugh I cant answer this theres too many

39. Best cliffhanger?

the end of Spyfall part one when the Master reveals who he is... I was SHOOK

40. Favourite Christmas special?

Voyage of the Damned

SERIES

41. Classic Who or New Who?

new who

42. Favourite series?

four or five

43. Least favourite series?

eleven, I just cant with the writing

44. Which series do you skip?

none

45. Favourite series opening?

eleventh hour

46. Favourite series finale?

Doomsday

47. Best series arc?

Bad Wolf

48. Thoughts on series 11/12?

I adore Jodie Whittaker and her doctor, and although I think 3 companions is too many I do love Yaz and Graham (Ryan is hit & miss). I just think theyve been massively let down by the stories/writing... they’ve tried to hard to tick certain boxes and completely missed what Doctor Who is about for a lot of people.. an escape from the real world into these outrageous unbelievable but lovable fun alien adventures

49. How much of Classic Who have you seen?

not a lot

50. Who should have had another series?

NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE

MONSTERS

51. Favourite monster/villain?

the master

52. Most creative monster?

Weeping Angels, whoever came up with monsters that look like statues and only move when you're not looking at them is genius

53. Monster(s) that scares you most?

Autons, Cybermen, the creepy dolls from Night Terrors, the ones from Waters of Mars, Weeping Angels

54. Monster you think is too easy to defeat?

idk

55. Least favourite monster/villain?

absorbaloff

56. Monster you want to return?

The Master, I really hope that isn't the last we see of Dhawan

57. In your opinion, what makes a monster good?

being genuinely scary,

58. Daleks, Cybermen or Weeping Angels?

Weeping Angels

59. Best Dalek story?

Daleks in Manhatten

60. Best one time villain/monster?

my brain has gone blank I cant think of an answer right now

ADDITIONAL MATERIAL

61. Torchwood or Sarah Jane Adventures?

SJA

62. Favourite Torchwood Team member?

I haven't watched it all so I couldn't say

63. Which Torchwood death made you saddest?

again, not watched it all

64. Do you rewatch COE or MD?

huh

65. Favourite SJA Team member?

Sarah Jane

66. Mr Smith or K-9?

K-9

67. Maria or Rani?

Rani

68. Do you read the comics/novels or listen to Big Finish?

Nope

69. If you do, your favourite additional stories?

n/a

70. Do you like DW analysis (video essays, fan theories, etc)?

yes

DESIGN/PRODUCTION

71. Favourite piece of alien tech?

the sonic, I love how it is so multipurpose except for when it comes to wood

72. Favourite piece of Murray Gold music?

I am the Doctor - gets me pumped every time

73. Favourite TARDIS design?

Ten’s Tardis

74. Has the 2005 era CGI aged well?

actually yeah, I was rewatching the ‘are you my mummy’ episodes the other day and my God when the gas masks emerged from the faces... ooooooof I was like omg how

75. Favourite Doctor outfit?

eleven or thirteen

76. Monster with the best design?

not really a design more of a costume.. I live Dhawan master’s costume. that shade of purple, oof he so stylish

77. Best show runner?

idk

78. Best writer?

Gatiss

79. Best opening titles?

eleven’s titles where the Tardis is flying and being zapped is cool but thirteens music hits different

80. Will DW age well/stay popular in the future?

I hope so, I feel like its lasted this long surely it can last forever.. if the writers don't fuck it up...

IF YOU WERE IN THE SHOW

81. Time period you’d want to go with the Doctor?

whatever time means Id get to wear the most beautiful costumes

82. Planet/place you’d want to go with the Doctor?

Galifrey, pre-desctruction

83. Doctor you’d most like to travel with?

any of them, please and thank you

84. Companion you’d most like to travel with?

donna, sceso a good laugh but also I feel like she’d look after me

85. Monster you’d like to defeat/fight?

The Master

86. If you could go back on your own history (like Father’s Day), where would you go?

back to when I was a toddler, I wanna see what I was like

87. If you could ask the Doctor anything, what would you ask?

theres too many to ask

88. Historical figure you’d like to meet?

Shakespeare

89. How do you think you’d meet the Doctor?

id probably be rescued from doing something stupid and then the doc would be like you know what the bitch clearly needs supervision she's coming with me

90. Would you travel forwards or backwards in time first?

backwards

IF YOU MADE THE SHOW

91. Historical event would you like to see in DW?

Hamilton

92. Issue you’d like to see addressed in DW?

idk

93. Who would you completely erase from the DW universe?

Ruth

94. One unanswered DW question you’d love to know the answer to?

where is Clara now?

95. Actor/actress you’d like to see play the Doctor?

Phoebe Waller Bridge (or Lin Manuel Miranda)

96. Actor/actress you’d like to see play a companion?

Andrew Scott (yes I did just basically recast fleabag and hot priest)

97. Is DW “too political”?

series 11 got a bit like that

98. Which characters fate would you changed?

Danny Pink

99. What about DW could be improved?

I think ive made my options about Chibnall pretty clear...

100. If you could write an episode of DW, any ideas for what you’d do

bring back Jenny, the Doctor / Daughter adventures they would have. I’m actually writing a fic about it if you wanna read.... here

#doctor who #tag #doctor who tag #doctor who questions #survey

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sociallyawkward--fics · 6 years

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Blueberry blue, mauvelous, cosmic cobalt, rose dust, cornflower, shadow blue, World Wide Web yellow, glossy grape, candy apple, Granny Smith apple, robins egg blue, shocking pink, asparagus. (I know you said not to apologise but there are so many I asked) -H

(lol it’s fine!!! I like the attention!!)

Blueberry Blue: Do you get sad easily?

Ummm, I honestly don’t know? Like, it’s hard to tell because 98% of the time there’s just this undercurrent of negative feelings. I guess it’s not incredibly easy to deliberately make me sad, though? I mean, after a while you start to get numb to certain types of hurt lol.

Mauvelous: Do you think you deserve a better life than you have now?

When I’m thinking clearly, that’s a big thought I have. When I get bad, I talk myself into believing that I deserve this lol.

Cosmic Cobalt: What’s your zodiac sign, and do you think it’s accurate?

I am on the change date between Sagittarius and Scorpio, so I can be both/either. Honestly, though, I don’t buy into all that horoscope stuff. Like, there are aspects of all of them that apply to me, but I don’t fit into any of their neat little boxes (big shocker, with a freak like me lol). Unless it’s as a joke, I’m not hugely into the zodiac/astrological signs stuff. I’ll take my legit astronomy over that pseudoscience, thank you lol (no offense to people who are into it!!)

Rose Dust: Describe your aesthetic in five words or less.

Memes, trash, and space.

Cornflower: What do you think about the most?

My love for my friends/my friends in general, cosplay, writing, fandoms

Shadow Blue: Do you have a darker side to you that most people are unaware of?

I mean, probably. There are obviously thoughts I never share because I don’t want to worry people. Plus, there’s still parts of me that are abusive and I’m still trying to fix that. I’m not a great person, but I’m not a “dark” person either. Like, yeah I’m morose and negative and pessimistic, but I try really hard not to be bad.

World Wide Web Yellow: What was the last thing you looked up?

The Sanders Sides ao3 tag lol

Glossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers.

Check out my good dude @wisepuma23, their fic is great

Check out my good dude @metaphoricalpluto, their art is great

Check out my good dude @shatteringangels, their WIP novel is great

Check out some cosplay accounts (luminousfoxcosplay (my buddy yessss), actualyohane, ashuri_senpai) on Instagram for some great content

Candy Apple: How do you think others view you?

Um, I’m not sure. I mean, I’m in a bad headspace right now (I was already feeling bad and then I read some stuff with Deceit as a Big Character and Love Triangles with my bois and now I’m like Wow, Bad Idea), so I kinda feel like no one sees me as great since I don’t see me as great. Like, I’m annoying and I spam social media too much because I have a social media addiction and I’m attention-hungry for no stupid reason. Like, idk why you all follow me lol (oh wow now my mom is talking about the Fifty Shades franchise in the other room and I can hear it and I feel worse lol

Robin’s Egg Blue: If you were an animal, which one do you think would you be?

Ummm, idk.

I messaged my (friend) family group chat and responses were:

Child/cuddle buddy: “I mean, I’m inclined to say giraffe, but that’s because of tall people.”

Youngest son: “my brain immediately went to porpoise, idk why. im not reading into it lol”

Middle son (one of two in the middle): “I really don’t know”

So there we have it. I’m some sort of weird giraffe-porpoise hybrid lol

Shocking Pink: Is there a trait that you have that others don’t expect from you?

Maybe my anger. People don’t expect me to get angry as easily as I do because I try so hard to be pleasant all the time, even if I’m not feeling pleasant, so even when I’m angry I’m often smiling through it so as to not scare people away. When I drop the smile, people get freaked out.

I’ve also SERIOUSLY shocked people with my Hamilton knowledge lol. Like, I guess I just look too nerdy for it? Too “nice Christian girl” for it? Idk.

Asparagus: What’s an unpopular opinion you have?

Virgil is the big spoon way more often than he is the little spoon. He prefers to hold rather than be held.

#ask #anon #H anon #ask games

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eatgraypes · 7 years

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Surprise

Character/Person : John Laurens

Pairing : John Laurens x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Not Specified

Side Note : okay so i know you guys keep requesting soft, cute fluff but i cant help joking about the good ol fuck and im sorry but im not sorry AlsO sorry this is a drabble :/

Warnings : mentions of sex, vulgar language (if you follow me it really shouldnt be a warning since its in all of my fics)

Possibility Of Having Another Part : nah

Genre : Fluff

Request : I have a request! Can you pls do a john laurens x reader fic where it’s almost the reader’s birthday and john just tries to surprise the reader with a puppy and all that jazz and it’s just super really cute and shit? Thankksssssssssss by @alittlebitofhamilton

Word Count : 1111

Summary : You go away to visit your family before your birthday and come back when a bunch of surprising phone calls mislead you into thinking your boyfriend, John, is cheating on you. You find out it’s definitely not a person he’s hiding from you. It’s a bitch. get it cause female dogs are called bitches.

“How about a necklace?” John suggested, running his fingers through your hair.

“How about no,” you sat up, removing your head from John’s lap to face him fully. He’d been suggesting things to do for you for your birthday. Half of what he offered was either way too expensive or a bit too over the top for your liking. He offered to be a birthday cake and pour chocolate on himself so you can lick it off.

”We can just go out to a restaurant or something with the others, then at home..” You trailed off slowly, biting back a laugh at John’s sudden interest.

“Spend all night..” John continued, leaning forward and licking his bottom lip before taking it in between his teeth.

“Watching movies.” You finished with a chirp. John groaned and dramatically threw himself back onto the couch, “baby! I know it’s your birthday, but at least a little birthday fuck can’t be bad.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up from your position on the floor, needing to get back to making food. “I want birthday luck, not a birthday fuck.” You laughed.

John pouted, watching you sway your hips as you made your way over to the kitchen; just to spite John.

“Hey!” He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You turn around from your spot in front of the kitchen counter, eyeing him with a raised eyebrow and innocent expression, “what?”

He groans, tossing his head back into the comfort of the couch cushions, “fuckin’ tease.”

Suddenly, he lifts his head up and points at your frame accusingly, “you know what?” You perk up, propping a hand on your hip, “what?”

He purses his lips, as if in thought, then huffs, “I hope you have a bad birthday, babe.” He says, sorta aggressively.

You laugh and move your attention over to the cutting board in front of you, “thanks, babe.”

John spent the next few days without you; not alone, but without you.

You were off visiting family across the country and, despite John’s protests and begs for you to stay, you promised you’d be back at least a day before your birthday.

While you were away, John was hopping from pet shop to pet shop in search of his ideal birthday present for you: a dog.

Sure, you’ve both talked about having a pet together, a dog in fact, but you never actually had the time to go out and buy one. You’ve always talked about having this large Australian shepherd roaming around in your house, John’s pretty sure he’s heard you talk about having one in your sleep, so that’s why he took the liberty of going out while you were away and buying a dog to run around in your shared apartment, without your permission and acknowledgement. He almost got caught, too.

“I know! But when are you coming back,” John dropped his voice, whispering instead, “I miss you.”

You smiled into your pillow and rubbed at your sleep deprived eyes, opening your mouth to reply when something cut you off sharply. What was it? A voice?

John hurriedly scrambled out of the room, away from the small dog that was yapping continuously in your shared bedroom.

Confused, your mind could only think of the worst possible thing.

“Are you cheating on me?”

John shook his head, even though you couldn’t see it, and denied whatever you had to say as quick as he humanly could.

“Are you sure?” You pressed your ear closer to your phone, trying to pick up on any background noise, only to be met with the faint sounds of yelping. You pulled away and grinned, “are the neighbors at it again?”

“Yes! Yeah, they are.” John lied, nervously side eyeing the bedroom where the dog inched closer. “Look, I gotta go, bye Y/N! I love you!”

“I love you too,” you smile, biting back a yawn.

The call ended shortly after and events similar to that one occurred; quite a lot, too.

Your neighbors called you and told you to keep it down, you had simply replied with “I’m across the country.”

It happened over and over, slightly different, yet similar at the same time. It always ended with your suspicion growing more and more.

It took one more odd phone call to get you to pack your bags, kiss your parents and siblings, if you have any, goodbye and fly back to New York. I always make it take place in new york cause yknow thats where hamilton took place.

You unlocked the door silently, determined to catch John in the act. Angrily, you swung the door open and stormed in. Frustration was practically radiating off of you.

Rushing towards the sounds of panting and moans, you made a beeline towards your bedroom and swung the door open, shocked to see not John and whoever he chose to bring home into your bed, but a dog.

A dog, in the middle of crying and panting, with John hunched over it with a dog treat.

You pulled your hand that was once resting on the knob to your chest, as if it would provide some sort of comfort.

“Babe, you’re back! Happy birthday! Surprise!” John exclaims over dramatically, pushing the dog behind his back and guiltily smiling widely.

You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, trying to take a peek at the dog behind his back but he shifted so you remained facing him.

“My birthday’s next week..” You trailed off, fidgeting in your shoes.

“Oh, uh, you’re early then!” He exclaims, keeping up the happy facade.

You frowned, “what’s happening? I thought you were cheating on me.”

John pushes the grin off his face for a moment then smiles slightly, “you’re disappointed I’m not cheating on you?” He jokes.

You roll your eyes and set down your suitcase, sitting down beside him, sneaking a glance at the dog. “You got a dog?”

You’re conflicted at first. Sure, you’ve wanted a dog since forever but now you’ve got to care for it.

“You’ve always said you wanted one, so I got one.” He says matter of factly, puffing up his chest proudly. You laugh and push your finger into his chest, deflating it, “yeah, but now we have to take care of it.”

He stops smiling, shoulders dropping in realization, “oh.”

You peck his cheek and chuckle, “alright, you’re wasting my time. Move, I wanna spend time with my baby.” He pouts, “ I thought I was your baby.”

You rub behind the dogs ear, glancing at John who sat cross legged on the floor after you kicked him off the bed.

“Surprise,” you mimic.

sorry its a drabble

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etymologv · 7 years

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dear mother of penguins

genre: oneshot, almost drabble-like, fluff, slight angst (but really, mostly some schoolgirl fluff lol). Hamilton references.

pairing: highschool!kim taehyung x reader

word count: 2.3k+

summary: A series of interactions with Kim Taehyung, someone you never understood enough, and possibly never will.

(a/n): this was my first ever fic and short story that's not for a school requirement and I just really felt like writing this, edited a bit from the original version from my main blog. enjoy! :)

Taehyung. He has always intimidated you without even trying to. He was tall, or at least much taller than you were. He was popular for being and having basically everything everyone else seemed to look at—good looks, an angelic voice, brains, and good humor. Maybe a little too much humor though. But deep inside, you knew you loved it.

Decent. That was how you described, maybe rated him in eighth grade when your best friend of two years Irene asked you what you think about him, because everyone just liked him. You found that part odd though, because you’ve known him for two years and you have always thought that he was decent at best.

Math. It was a math project in the first semester of tenth grade that made you talk for the first time. You’ve had interactions before, but those interactions didn’t even reach the point of interacting enough for them to count as actual conversations. And for the first time, you thought, maybe he isn’t as intimidating as you had always viewed him.

“Ah, I’m lucky,” you hear him whisper as Mr. Jung announced the pairings for the project. He was even smiling. You almost blush.

At around nine in the evening, he contacts you in the form of a Facebook message, the first of your Messenger conversation.

Taehyung: Helloooo im starting w page 5 and working my way up, can u start w page 1??haha

And so you did. After finishing two pages, you read his messages on his progress and oh my goodness he has finished three pages and apologizing for doing almost nothing?! Though you didn’t mind. You were even amused.

Fresh linen. You noticed that that was how he smelled while you were checking each other’s work. Attractive, you thought to yourself.

Glances. You found yourself stealing glances only to see him already looking at you.

Fast forward, your English teacher announces that your project for the year is a stage play. And of course, everyone wanted Taehyung to be the male lead character.

He deserved it though, he had this soothing voice that could have this aggressively ambitious vibe to it if he wanted to. Perfect for Alexander Hamilton. You even thought he sounded a bit like Lin Manuel-Miranda.

You ended up having the role of his mistress. Who would sit on his lap grabbing his hair, his face buried to your shoulder. Now, let us tone that down before you experience problems in breathing and just talk about the part where you would cup each other’s left cheek. Your innocent high school heart gets on the verge of exploding just with the thought of your scenes.

After your first weekend practice for the stage play, you had snacks. And a whole pack of ice cubes for some reason.

After the war, I went back to New York, a-after the war I went back to New York-

Non-stop. That was the song that was playing when he ended up in front of you, cupping both cheeks instead of one. Neither of you said anything. Staring. There was just staring.

This is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation-

Your heart was thumping violently, pace increasing each discernable unit of time. You were scared, scared of how you looked, if you blushed. You were scared that however you reacted would give you away. You looked down and tried to play off the looking-down as something cute by swaying your head with his hands still on it. Left, right, left. He removed his hands. Neither of you said anything, and both of you just joined your classmates in the game they were playing using the ice cubes.

You felt something. You felt it. No matter how many times you tried to reason out what happened with it simply being part of practicing. Hell, the song where you were supposed to do that wasn’t even playing.

After some minutes, you ran to Jimin to give him a detailed report on the interaction. Sometimes you regret telling one of his closest friends about how you like Taehyung a lot, but Jimin was that kind of person who would smile at you and support you on your almost-nonexistent moves, as he puts it.

The next week, he laughed maybe a little too loudly at a joke you said.

I hid the letter and I raced to her place-

You ran to each other, his arms grabbing yours. You insist that you had nothing to do with your husband James Reynolds knowing about your affair. And then you whispered, “You know, this does look very similar to In Time. I’m basically draining the time you have left right now.” He let go of your arms and started laughing. Really loudly. While walking around and eventually banging his right fist against the wall for more laughing support. It was very Kim Taehyung to laugh at whatever whenever, but you couldn’t help but think this was maybe a little too much. Still, you liked it. A smile forms on your lips. His boxy smile, that signature Kim Taehyung smile, that was going to be the death of you.

Later that day, Jimin and Taehyung started paper mache-ing their way to making guns for props.

“Can you help Taehyung with the gun he’s working on? You can tear the newspapers for him. If you want.”

Ah, Jimin. If you looked closely, you would have seen how his eyebrows bounced up and down slightly. Breathe in, breathe out. With a careful small quick smile, you nodded.

You grabbed the lifestyle section and sat on President Washington’s chair. Or Alexander Hamilton’s. Depends on which song you look at. Can you even look at songs? What are you even saying? Breathe in, breathe out. He chose one of the chairs for Non-stop, which was very much beside yours.

And you were talking. After 15 minutes, you still were. At first, it was just about music taste and all that jazz (and sometimes you hate your humor for having puns even in your narrations), but the topics somehow got deeper. It felt amazing. He intrigued you, he seemed like someone that’s unreachable, in the sense that he wasn’t the type to go below the surface.

“Is Supreme close?” You were curious. He was part of Supreme, the dominating social group of the school, but part of you didn’t feel like the group was healthy for each other. Damn, a lot of people even thought their name itself wasn’t good for them. A couple, both sides members of Supreme too, suddenly went awkward because Supreme kept pushing them together. Jongdae, also a member, posted an unfunny meme of Taehyung’s picture even though Taehyung wasn’t laughing anymore. Maybe they just didn’t have the word limits in their vocabularies.

After some seconds, he replied, “I guess so, yeah, I mean we do hang out sometimes, eat lunch as a group, watch movies and shit like that.”

“I mean, close, like open to each other, like you’d share what you’re feeling, joke around but know each others’ limits, and ‘shit like that’?”

Taehyung looks up. “I guess I can’t say everyone’s comfortable with everyone. You see, we’re like a network of units of close friends. The girls have their own thing most of the time too.”

You’re reminded of how many times the thought that he keeps everything to himself without any form of release has crossed your mind. You just feel it when someone’s down. And whenever you feel that he is, nobody asks him if everything’s okay.

You find yourself wanting to be the one he opens up to.

You stand up and make your way to Jimin to refill your cup of glue solution. When you come back, Taehyung is sitting your chair, chuckling, “Thank you for the chair. You can go sit on my hand-me-down-much-less-comfortable one.”

And suddenly you were both laughing full on, both wondering why, but still laughing.

“Oh, and hey, let’s exchange numbers? For stage play matters?” He looks like he’s trying to hold back laughter, but you take his phone and enter your number anyway. He adds a contact to your phone as well.

The next weekend, he was late to the practice, but maybe it’s you who came early since aside from you, there were only five people.

To Taehyung

Heyheyhey where are you?

You text him. There was no reply.

“Have you realized anything yet?” was the first thing he said when he arrived.

“What is there to realize?”

“Well. Maybe I entered one less digit than I was supposed to in your contacts.”

Taehyung that little… “Yah!” So that was why.

Taehyung with his hair down, parted in the middle. That would make you melt faster than the sun can.

The day before the stage play, he had his hair down, parted in the middle. And dear mother of penguins he looked amazing. Breathe in, breathe out. Do not fangirl in front of him. “You look nice with your hair down,” you manage to tell him without melting because you would like to reiterate—dear mother of penguins he looked amazing.

But dear grandmother of penguins, he styled his hair like that for the whole week.

Summer. It was one summer three am when he messaged you with only your name in it. You replied as soon as you woke up, which was eight hours later.

You: Hi, sorry for replying late, what’s up?

Taehyung: Ah, nothing, I’m sorry

Taehyung: Again im sorry

You: What for? everything ok??

Taehyung: Nothing, sorry again

The next day, you message him.

You: Henlo

Taehyung: I heard that greeting was for stinky people?? Stop greeting yourself HAHAHA

You: YAH!!!

You: >:<<<<<

Taehyung: Anyways

Taehyung: Yesterday when I chatted you

Taehyung: I said it was nothing because I was drinking with Yoongi at that time haha

A beat. Your heart just skipped a beat.

Nana. In the middle of the first semester of twelfth grade, you noticed that he’s been with Nana a lot recently. Nana getting into his car with him. Nana spending lunch with him. You’d try to avoid selfish thoughts, but you can’t help but notice how you’ve been talking much less. And not so long after it was confirmed. You were beginning to sound like a thirteen year old whose crush won’t like her back at this point, But she was everything you weren’t. Fair skin, bright eyes, long legs. She screamed the societal standards of beautiful.

But you can’t forget how she broke Jimin’s heart, and how Taehyung’s could be broken too.

Watch. That was all you could do. Watch and see what happens. You’d accept it if they’re happy. Though that would hurt you, you would somehow accept it and learn to be happy for them as well. If he gets hurt, then you’d be there, and when he heals, you’d still be there. You would cry with him and recommend both sad and uplifting songs and crack the corniest of the jokes with him. You were still young, and it wasn’t sure if your feelings for Taehyung would fade or not. But you would watch. You would be open to other possibilities, because whatever happens, happens.

Twelve years after. It was twelve years after you graduated from high school that you first saw him in person again. You entered different universities, and just… lost touch. The last time you heard from him was when he messaged you saying that he was going to delete his Facebook account because his parents told him to, but he didn’t mention his new number.

You were absent-mindedly munching down popcorn when Jimin called your name. He was at the food counter, arguing with the staff because he was pissed that they were out of cheese powder, and put barbecue flavor powder instead on your shared extra-large bucket, without telling either of you about it. He was extra mad, because he planned everything for the string of activities for your honeymoon. You both wanted cheese, you both loved cheese and knew it, but you didn’t mind barbecue. Except he did, because it was an extra-large bucket that is not cheese. He was so mad to the point that he wanted to talk to the manager, but the manager was on leave, and the owner of the movie house was there instead.

You stood up, walked to the counter, and instantly froze when you saw the reason Jimin called you. There he was, Kim Taehyung, hugging Park Jimin. He was the owner, and you have no idea why you haven’t seen each other when this movie house was where half your dates with Jimin took place. Seven years of frequenting the place and not noticing at all? Was this the first leave of the manager in seven years? Didn’t other customers with worse tempers have complaints?

“Hi,” was all you could say.

“Hi, it’s been so long. How are you?”

You run to them and join the hug, and after pulling away, you say, “As much as I would like to talk to you right now and catch up, the movie we’ve been planning on watching since the trailer came out is starting in fifteen minutes and I’m sorry.”

“Coffee? The three of us? After the movie?” He offers.

After the movie, you catch up. He tells you that his parents gave him this movie house as a gift when he finished college. And that he took a business management course. And that he and Nana broke up after five years of going on and off. You tell him that after seven years of being with Jimin, you got married about a month ago. Your husband adds that this movie date was part of your honeymoon which you’re not supposed to know how long it’s going to be because he’s got it all planned as a surprise, and that he’s still upset about the popcorn flavor, but of course he’s joking and Taehyung knows that. What he didn’t tell you was that he has seen you and Jimin several times, but he didn’t want to show himself. Watch. That was all he could do. He knew that he was special to you, but he also knew that Jimin was much more than that. You looked much happier, you were much happier. He figured that showing himself might confuse you, and he didn’t want to risk that. He believed that you and Jimin were strong, but he still wanted to wait for the right time. Though the right time never seemed to come.

And there he was, watching you two leave the café, smiling at how being in a fight with the cheese powder supplier gave him peace.

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bruhnushka · 7 years

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missed opportunity - (Thomas Jefferson x reader x Alexander Hamilton)

summary : Alex fucks up his one chance with you and you run into the arms of his v attractive nemesis.

warnings - mentions of sex, implied smut, cussing, lots of angst, anxiety related things, and Alex/Thomas being dumbasses

pronouns : she/her

a/n - I’m distractin myself from being unable to write the third part of the bus fic !!!!1!1!! also I love angst way too much. I’m in a relationship. this is unhealthy.

a/n pt. 2 - anyways this is after i wrote this- this had been in my drafts for three weeks ugh. im not making a part two to this. chaptered fics give me anxiety. the third fic of the bus fic is going to be the last one. sorry guys, im choosing my mental health over my fics. :/

you sipped the lemonade-cranberry concoction you had made and watched your best friend from the distance. he had invited you to this party as his ‘date’. in his words, “not like a date-date but like a date.” when he looks at your confused glare, he cleared his throat, let out an exasperated sigh, and explained.

“I can’t go alone to the ball, otherwise Jefferson will never let me hear the end of it. I procrastinated asking someone out so you’re my last choice- I just need you to come and be my…” his hand fluttered in the air as he searched for a word.

“arm candy?” you supplied, laughing.

“yes! I mean no! I just need you to come! please!” he begged, and got down to his knees as he shook your legs.

“I’ll owe you twenty favors!” he cries. you raised an eyebrow. your friendship was based on favors. not like that, but because trust was important between you two, and that if he says he owed you a favor, you were free to call upon it for anything, at anytime. his best friends funeral? too bad, gotta unclog my toilet. obviously you weren’t that cruel, but you did embarrass him. once, you had made him walk around in a Harley Quinn-esque crop top that read “daddy’s girl” when he owed you a favor for bringing him INDIAN takeout.

“know what your getting into hamilton” you laughed, and got up to go change, since the party was in two hours.

You walk down the stairs, on your phone, not noticing Alex’s jaw drop. you wore a simple black dress that cut off at your knees and had a gorgeous lace pattern behind. small blue jewels encrusted the edges of the lace trimming. your makeup, again, simple but elegant. a basic navy smokey eye with a dark blue eyeliner and dark purple lipstick was just enough to an accent to set everything off. god, you looked so beautiful right now, he could just kiss you right now.

“you look… amazing.” alex finally got out.

“huh?” you looked up from your phone, and it was your turn to gasp. he was wearing a very fitted suit, accentuating his body, and a little dark blue accent on each piece of clothing.

“so… we matched?” you laugh. he chuckles nervously. “hey, you look great.” you linked his arm into yours and grabbed your clutch, slipping into your heels.

“let’s do this thing.”

now back to your dilemma. you knew it would be a boring night, but you didn’t know it would be this kind of boring. you had promised to stay sober, but watching Alex flirt with every other person here was making it hard. you felt a pressure on the other side of the velvet couch and turned. Thomas Jefferson, the man Alex hated more than anything, sat next to you. a bitter taste filled your mouth. he had never met you before, but that didn’t stop your dislike for him and his antics.

“where’s your date?” he asked, amused at your scowl.

“still here.” you said. you couldn’t have made your plea for him to leave more clearer, but that only made him want to stay more.

“but not enchanting a beautiful lady such as yourself. I assume, if there really is a date, that he ran to the bathroom in fear of embarrassing himself in front of someone as stunning as you.” your anger didn’t help the slight blush that started to creep up your cheeks. you thanked GOD for this green lighting that made it hard to notice. but nevertheless, a smirk played on Thomas’ lips.

“may I know your name?” he asks smugly, scooting closer to you. you roll your eyes.

“ok, I like the mysterious kind of hard to get thing youre doing here.” he laughs, and that’s when you get up.

“ok listen” you spit, “no means no. I am not in a mood to be hit on by some guy while I watch the LOVE of my goddamn life basically fuck another girl on the counter.” you were seething, referring to when Alex started to make out with someone, Maria you think, in the corner. you couldnt slut shame her- she was just into a very attractive person, just like you were.

Thomas’ gaze softened. he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he peered at his shoes.

“I-uh- im sorry.” he mumbles. your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“are you now?” you ask, your turn to be amused. he looks up at you, regaining his usual composure.

“how about I make it up to you with a drink? you can forget about him for as long as I’m with you.” he smiles, and grabs your hand. you glance over to Alex, his lips still attached to some girl, this time someone else. your shrug, maybe it would be good to forget about Alex for a little bit.

“let’s head out of here.”

plot twist. Thomas Jefferson wasn’t that bad of a fuck boy. sure, he was flirty, and sure, he knew his way around words, but when you labeled it as part of his charm and started to notice other things about him (e.g: his smile when you made a joke, the nervous ticks like running his hand through his hair or bouncing his knee, his favorite drink being fancy old whiskey you couldn’t pronounce, and the fact that he had five dogs), he wasn’t that bad. but as the drinks poured in and the night went on, he went from not that bad to hot as hell.

so when he leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek, you pulled his lips to yours and started to make out with him. none of you ‘immediately sobered up’, but you did find yourself thinking clearly. or feeling clearly was a batter word. everything about him was made more aware. his stubble, his lips, his skin.

that’s when Alex walked in. to be fair, you weren’t that drunk. but you were drunk enough to consider Thomas as a viable fuck option. but Alex had to come and fuck everything up. he had seen you two leave the venue, but when you hadn’t picked up your phone, he got suspicious. he knew you were both lazy as hell so searched the nearest bars and finally came upon this one, where the first things you could notice as you walked in would be the pair of people making out at the bar.

“y/n!” Alex angrily yelled. you pulled back and looked at alex, the grin plastered on your face replaced with a frown.

“you left! I got scared! you weren’t answering your texts!” he started to scream at you. Thomas rubbed his head as he slowly started to peace things together.

“wait… this is your date? the guy you’re in-” you put your hand over his mouth and he shut up.

“come on. we’re leaving.” Alex said, glaring at Thomas as he dragged your hand.

“but I was having so much funnnnn” you whined. Alex laughed dryly, roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bar. he shoved you into the car, muttering under his breath. he closed the door quickly and stood outside of the car door. he ran his hand through his hair.

“fuck.” he whispered. the image of your lips on jefferson’s was burned into his mind. “FUCK!” he yelled at no one in particular. he took a deep breath, and sat in the front seat. he fixed the mirror and looked directly at you.

“how drunk are you?” he asked you, as he started up the car and began to drive. you looked him dead in the eye and started to laugh.

“not that much, actually” you chuckle out. “wow, jefferson kisses great, even half-drunk” you were amused. you didn’t notice the deathly grip alex had on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, his eyes on the road. soon, you pulled up to his house. before you could even enter the house, you were pushed up against the door.

“do you know how much it fucked me up?” he growls against your neck. a deep kiss on your neck made you shiver and moan in pleasure. desperate, sloppy kisses started to line your collarbone. another moan escapes your lips, until you realize who it is and why he’s doing it. you push him off your body and force your eyes to his.

“alex… i-” you start, but were cut off by his words.

“shit! shit-” he rambles, running his hand through his hair and pacing in circles.

you place a hand on his chest gently. “Alex, just stop, listen.” he looks up at you.

“god knows I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted this for so long but i will not” you glare at him pointedly, “be used as leverage for this pissing contest you have between jefferson.”

he looks at you, his mouth agape. fire raged behind his eyes. “thats not at all-” you cut him off again. “no- no i don’t want to fucking hear it. im leaving- this is too much.” “you’re drunk.” he stated.

“im not, but whats your point?”

“you need a ride. i-ill drive you.”

“what? after all of this?” you laugh.

“i just need to make sure you get home safe. ill call john- anyone- i just don’t want you going home with a stranger.” he begs, making you roll your eyes.

“sure, fine, whatever. call laf. i trust him” you waved it away and walked into the kitchen. it was an awkward silence, waiting for Lafeyette. Alex went upstairs to his roo, muttering a ‘goodnight’. you walked around the downstairs floor. lots of memories brimmed at your minds edges, threatening to form tears. alex, of all people? you knew he was career-obsessed, but this was a goddamn low blow. a text from laf brought you out of your thoughts. you texted him a quick ok and walked outside. lafayette’s car stood there, and a solemn-looking french boy stood in front of it.

“we need to talk.” was all he said, and led you into the car.

“is this about alex? did he ask you to talk to me?” you asked, once you were inside the car.

“what? no . um. theres something i need to tell you.” he says, his accent thick. you knew it was only like this when he was nervous. his finger tapped against the steering wheel, and his knee bounced up and down.

“what is it?” you looked at him. he takes a deep breath.

“im moving back to france. my ma- she’s- she’s not well.” he breathes out. you look at him.

“laf- im so sorry.” you mutter out as a response. he starts to ramble on his french banging his steering wheel. you could only piece a few words from your limited french together but you knew enough to know that laf was not ok.

“lafayette!” you called out. he looked at you and took a deep breath. “i need to do something before i leave.” and he started to lean in. you thought he was going to kiss you, and your breath hitched in his throat. instead, he reached into the compartment and pulled out a picture of hercules.

“tell that godamn man that i am in love with him, ok?” you looked at him, confused. they were dating, everyone knew it.

“I don’t understand?” “im not coming back dammit! Je ne sais pas quoi faire. J'aime ma mère, mais je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je devrais vous laisser, mes meilleurs amis. Je t'aime tous aussi! I have a wife i left! a family i ran away from! i cant just come back! Im leaving y/n- fuck!” he yells, frustrated. you’ve reached your house at this point, crying out before stumbling out of the car. this was all so much. you ran to your room, crying into the pillows. then you got a text.

unknown number

hey, its thomas, just checking up to see if you’re ok. james gave me your number, alex dragged you off and i was a bit scared since he seemed mad. text me if you get this so i know youre ok! - t.jeff

you were tired, emotionally unstable, in denial. so maybe thats why you called him over. it started off with you spilling everything to him, ended in rough, angry, heated sex. maybe then you should have just left it at that. but you didn’t. he came back the next week then the week after that, then daily. alex began to notice the marks on his neck in the exact shape of those lips he had spent so long studying. you began to notice laf’s absence left a bigger dent in his life then he’d ever want to admit. you didn’t ever like him, oh god no, not like that. he was a brother to you when he first came to America. you were both immigrants to new york in one way or another, and you two formed a bond. with him you met alex, and with him you fell in love with alex. he was your support through all things alex-related, and now when you needed him most, he was just gone.

you had tried lafayette’s number for the eight time that day. im sorry, but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected.

you knew this. you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself. his words burned into your mind. i cant just come back! Im leaving y/n! you were trying so hard to pretend that you were ok. thomas helped. a lot. what was originally a one night stand ended up becoming a relationship of sorts. it was complicated, messy, but it worked enough that you felt safe around him. he had convinced you to go and try to to talk to alexander. at first you were surprised, thinking he’d encourage the discourse between you two.

“i’m just sayin’ , whenever you get all worked up and angry at me, its usually about him.” he says, shrugging.

“well, thomas,” you glared pointedly at him “maybe sometimes you act dumb.”

he laughed, “just give him a chance. I don’t like seein’ my darlin’ angry. if he fucks up, ill always beat him up for ya.”

you rolled your eyes, eventually agreeing. which led you here, in front of alexander’s door. no matter what, you told yourself, you were not to remember how you used to feel about him. you sighed. used to, was the key word. you had thrown away every piece of love you had for him, mostly because you were dating thomas now. he didn’t even do anything that bad, sometimes you would reason. but you were stubborn, and you didn’t want to admit defeat. you brought your hand to door, but it swung open before your knuckles reached the wood.

“y/n” he breathed out. god, he looked bad. bags under his red eyes, hair an unkempt mess. a oversized hoodie was thrown over shoulders. his pants looked three weeks old. you shook your head.

“alexander, wear some damn deodorant” you laughed. for that moment, it was like the before. your head tiled back, alex’s eyes crinkled in joy. but then the laughter died down, and the aftermath of you leaving him downed on the both of you. the silence in the air hung around you. thick in its wake, alex’s lips opened up.

“im sorry.” was all he had to say, and tears from both of you started to spill. he fell into your arms, muttering ‘im sorry’ repeatedly. you were happy and sad, but then you remembered what Alex had done. you slowly shrugged him off your body.

“listen-” you started, but Alex cut you off.

“no you listen! ok, i know, how it may have seemed. I was not using for that so-called pissing contest. i was jealous. you, the woman i have been in love with for almost three years, almost hooked up with a man that i would kill if the opportunity arrived, without question.” he says, and brings his hand up to your cheek.

“what?” your eyes widened. they started to drift downwards, towards his lips, but you stopped yourself. for so long, you had wished to kiss him. and now the one chance you had, you fucked up. thomas was waiting for you at home, what would he say? you couldn’t do this.

“i-im sorry too. i have to go.” you ran towards the uber, and slammed the car door shut, you drove to the nearest exit, and stepped out. you muttered a quiet thanks and leftit was a deserted gas station, perfect. and you started scream. crying, you slammed your fist unto the nearest pole, feeling pain prickle up your knuckles. you ran around, pushing everything in your midst. all your rage flew into the broken shards and splinters in front of you, and into the screams you let out. you broke down there, crying for about half an hour before a car pulled up. though puffy red eyes, you saw a worried thomas step out of the car. in his hand he held his phone, and rushed towards you.

“baby? are you ok? god, who did this?” he looked at your bloodied knuckles. love had made you crazy, you though to yourself, who would do this to themselves? thomas kissed your forehead and brought you into his car.

“ho-w did yo-ou find m-me?” you sniffle. he laughs and rubs your shoulder in comfort.

“find my iPhone baby.” he says softly. “i got scared when you didn’t pick up. i used find my iPhone and there you were. i got scared.” he repeated. you nodded at him.

“do you wanna tell me what happened?” he asks gently, letting you take your time. you shake your head. he nods.

“okay, can you at least answer one thing for me? can you do that darlin?”

you nod slowly.

“did alex hurt you in any form or wa-” “oh! oh god no! i- i just got really angry.”

“why?”

“i don’t know, not really. i come back to let alex apologize and instead he confesses that he’s been in love with me this whole time but im with you now and i don’t know-” you let out a sob. thomas’ eyebrows furrow. he carefully speaks the next words, already knowing the answer and knowing it would hurt both of you.

“do you- do you still love him?” he whispers. when you look up at him, eyes shining with vulnerability, thats all he needed to know. he looks away, and focus on the road. he didn’t need to deal with this. he dropped you off at your apartment and let you rest. tomorrow would be a whole different thing.

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c-jacksonn · 7 years

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New York Mornings

pairing ; daveed x reader

summary ; a sweet new york morning with your boyfriend.

words ; 957 ─ drabble.

warnings ; none! pure fluffy fluff

note ; thIS IS MY FIRST DAVEED FIC IM EXCITED. AND MY FIRST FIC OVERALL SO ENJOY.

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The sunlight of New York seeped through the window, cascading upon the mussed up bed, a sleeping couple tangled in their grey sheets.

Only a caramel back was exposed, moving with the breaths the man it belonged to was taking. His broad shoulders shielded the smaller being encased in his arms, as if protecting her from the horrors of the world. His big puffy hair was exploding around his neck and face, some curls falling against his cheek and others falling on the pillow.

A strange sound came from just outside the large apartment, startling the woman cuddled up to her lover’s chest. Her eyes remained closed but her senses became more than aware in the few seconds it took for said sound to make it to her ears.

Pressing her forehead into her boyfriend’s chest, she grimaced at being awoken, wanting nothing more than more time with him. She inhaled deeply, placing an arm over his waist and letting it hang loosely. The warmth coming from his body was the only thing she needed this very moment, so she was going to relish in it as long as possible.

After a few minutes, and her almost drifting to sleep once more, another strange sound from outside made itself known. She opened her eyes then, looking at some of the hair on her boyfriend Daveed’s chest, trying to focus on where the hell that was coming from.

Another few minutes, and it was there again. She sat up, careful not to wake the sleeping giant beside her. Softly sliding out of the covers, she padded outside of her bedroom and into the living room, listening closer for the noise. It came faster than the last couple times, and it seemed to be coming from inside the apartment rather than outside.

Scratching the top of her head and mindlessly pulling down her – Daveed’s – shirt to cover her bare legs, she walked into the kitchen. There sat the culprit in all its glory - her phone. Sighing out of annoyance, she grabbed it and pressed the home button, watching the screen light up. Incessant messages, all from different people, were filling the space on her lockscreen.

They varied from things about Hamilton, to drinking, to what she did last night with Daveed, even about what the lyrics “Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,” meant – Lin sent that one.

She simply put her phone on silent and walked back into her bedroom. Daveed had woken up at this point, turned so that he was on his back and the covers were pooled around his lower body, his eyes trained on her. “Where’d you go, y/n?”

“Kitchen,” she replied simply, walking back over to her side of the bed and sitting down. Her legs were stretched out as she scooted down some so that she could place her head on Daveed’s chest.

“Why?”

“Our friends were being annoying,” she grunted, placing her cheek against his collarbone. Her hand splayed out on his chest, feeling some fuzziness from the black hair that was there.

“Sounds about right,” he commented, placing his arm softly around her shoulders and looking down at the top of her head.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her hand going down to his stomach and gripping his side just because she wanted to hold onto him. You never know when he’s just going to fade away, so why not be careful? And he was just nice to hold onto.

“I really like your abs,” she commented softly.

He laughed, making a rumbling sound come from his chest. She wouldn’t mind waking up to that every morning. “Thanks, babe. They’re all for you.”

“Oh? All for me? I couldn’t accept,” she joked, looking up at him by moving her head a little.

“I insist,” he played, “these babies are only for my baby. No one else.”

She burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling and her smile becoming wide. “That was so damn cheesy,” she giggled out, placing her forehead against his shoulder.

He began to laugh as well, his big smile lighting up all of their apartment. She opened her eyes and admired her boyfriend for a moment. His wild hair was even more wild as he had just woken up – and because he always had the worst cases of bedhead, his abs were more pronounced as he continued to laugh at his own cheesiness, his arms were naturally prominent in the muscle department, and his beard was neatly trimmed from when he shaved it the night prior.

Overall, he looked amazing for someone who had just woken up.

“You know how much I love you, right?” Her question came after he had calmed down from his fit of laughter, filling the happy air.

“I don’t know,” he smiled playfully, “are you sure you love me?”

“Daveed!”

“What! It’s an honest question!”

“I’m second-guessing things,” she joked.

“Ouch,” he feigned offense, placing his free hand against his chest, “why do you do me like this?”

“Oh what the hell ever, you butthead,” you laughed, slapping the hand on his chest.

“But, in all seriousness, I totally love you more.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“I seriously doubt you could possibly love me more.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Well then surprise me.”

Y/n looked at Daveed with a challenging look, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “That a challenge?”

“If you want it to be,” he smirked back, pulling her on top of him, “up to you.”

“Let’s start easy then. I love you to the center of the universe and back.”

“Ooh, that’s hard to top,” Daveed laughed, “how about… I love you more than Rafa.”

“Damn, don’t tell him that,” you smiled.

“I win, then?”

“Oh hell no.”

#daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs imagine #hamilton imagine #hamilton x reader

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Maybe that’s the problem

THIS IS A SERIES. PART 2 Part 3

Word count: 2939

Summary: You go to one of philip hamiltons famous parties, and next thing you know, you wake up in his house. shit happens.

Au: Highschool Au

Pairing: Philip x Reader

Warning: Uh. French, mentions of sex??? but really just. the word, underage drinking/smoking (dont do drugs kids) i think thats it. Note:good god guys, I really loved writing this. Also, I always think of so much to say in the notes when i’m actually writing, but now i forgot all of it. No proofreading, we die like men. I love Georges, anyone wanna see a georges fic? AND Want this to be a multipart fic???? And yeah. I listened to Initiation from The Weeknd, so i recommend you do to. Even if it doesn’t have much to do with the story YET. And georges is sleeping with philip, im sure. (you will understand later) Enjoy. Thats it. Also thanks to @fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines for helping me with the name so philips generation. Check her out guys. She hella cool. Done. Oh. @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky wanted to be tagged. okay im out.

"You've never been to a Hamilton-Party?!"

You couldn't help but giggle at your friend Abigail, her eyes were widened in shock. "I've already told you a thousand times I've never been to any parties, Nabby", you reminded her, before taking a seat next to the girl. Abigail lifted her shoulders, giving you a shrug. "Yeah, but the ones at Hamiltons’ are different. I didn't know you meant those too", she alleged, plunking down into the chair. Raising an eyebrow in amusement, you explained yourself. "I told you my parents are trying to prevent me from underage drinking at all costs. How was I supposed to find a way to go there anyways?" Your words made your friend twist her mouth. "Hmm", she hummed, hesitating. She seemed to be contemplating something, which made you curious in an instant. "What are you thinking about?", you asked her, shifting around in your seat. "Oh nothing", Abigail informed you, as a wide smile began spreading across her face, "I was just wondering what I should borrow you for tonight! We're gonna pay the Hamilton Estate a visit!" Reluctant, you crossed your arms. "I don't know. I mean, I'm not even invited. And if my parents would find out...", you didn't even bother to finish your sentence. Your parents were horribly strict and it already took you almost a week to persuade them to let you stay overnight at Abigail's home. "Come on, don't be such a party pooper! I'll be with you, and it'll be fun. Trust me!", she reassured you, grabbing your shoulder. "Nobody will find out! And you don't need an invitation! Everybody can go. Okay? Are you with me?" A deep sigh escaped your throat, before you slowly nodded. "I'm not gonna regret this, am I?", you joked, but all you received was a shrug, before Abigail left the room.

"I'm really, really sure, this is a bad idea", you decided, as you stood in the basement of the Hamilton Estate, which was designated as a party room. It was already packed with people, and you could barely see anything, because it was dark for the most parts. Diffused blue lights were place here and there, making you instantly uncomfortable with the shady surroundings. You could hear the distant voice of The Weeknd singing "Initiation", but you were pretty sure the music was supposed to be more loud and cheerful during normal parties. Abigail nudged you with her elbow, giggling in amusement. "Ohhh, are you scared?", she mocked teasingly, grabbing your arm. "Don't be, let's go over to Theo." Before you could complain, she was already dragging you across the room, making you almost trip. This was one of the rare moments of you wearing high heels, but Abigail insisted that they would fit perfectly into the occasion. Now that you could be the judge of that, you completely disagreed. Nobody would noticed them, it was far too dark to see anything. But at least they matched your purse, right? Beauty knows no pain. As you came nearer towards Theodosia, she was already waving you, a warm smile on her lips. She was one of your closer friends, which you were very thankful for, because she was an absolute cinnamon-roll and always cared for you. But seeing her here made you begin to wonder. You never deemed her for being someone who goes to parties. "Good to see you girls", she greeted the two of you, drawing you into a tight embrace, making you inhale the scent of her cologne mixed with the unpleasant smell of cigarettes. "Why are you here?", you inquired shamelessly, after she had let go of you. "Joseph dragged me here", Theo avowed, and made a gesture with her hand, pointing to a boy who was currently pouring a drink. Joseph was her boyfriend, and they were in a happy relationship for almost three years now. You gave a small nod, before you turned to the boy next to her, who wasn't engaging into the conversation at all.

He was taller than all of the girls, and as far as you could judge, he had a dark skin-colour, and short,dark locks, fitting his handsome face nicely. Constantly biting his lips, he didn't even seem to notice that you were staring at him, till you cleared your throat, which resulted in instantly having his darting eyes on him. "I haven't seen you around the school, who are you?", you asked him, trying not to drown out Abigails voice, because you didn't want to interrupt her dialogue with Theo. Giving you sheepish look, he put forth some words in a foreign language you couldn't understand. "Sorry, I couldn't understand you. Could you repeat yourself?” He nodded, carefully repeating what he said. It turned out he was only introducing himself and had a french accent. "Mon name is Georges Washington Louis Gilbert de La Fayette, nice to meet you." Your face was flushed with shame as you realized the foreign language was his name, and hastily gave him your name. "Yeah, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), nice to meet you too", you stammered, wanting to shake his hand, as he slowly lowered himself to your height to kiss your cheeks. Struggling to speak, you just fidgeted with your hands, making him understand that you weren't used to the french etiquette. "Oh, je suis désolé! I forgot that you Americans don't greet", he said, scratching the back of his head. "It's okay", you assured him, after your cheeks had taken on a normal colour again. "You're french?" His eyes sparkled at your words, making both him and you smile. "Yes! I'm an exchanged student and I sleep with him!" Georges pointed at a boy on the other side of the room, who immediately caught your eyes. You wanted to correct Georges funny English, but instead your gaze was fixed on the person he had pointed to. You were amazed by his handsome freckled face, and the wild, long curls, framing his face in a perfect way. Sitting relaxed on of the couches, he was surrounded by a group of people, mostly consisting of girls,and held some sort of glass in his hand. For a moment, his sharp eyes met yours and you felt your heart racing almost immediately.

Feeling someone tapping your shoulder, you swiftly shook your head, before turning towards the person interrupting you in your thoughts. "Hey. Are you eyeing the Hamilton-boy?", Theo queried, narrowing her eyes. You took another look at the boy, who seemed to be Philip, the host of the party and nodded eagerly. Theodosia seemed to be unamused by your interest and raised her eyebrows, warning you with a wagging finger. "If I were you, I would stay away from him. He's a total player and will steal your virginity, independence and dignity in one night", she cautioned, and Abigail shoved a red cup into your hand, encouraging you to drink from it. "Come on, forget about Philip,let's get drunk (Y/N)!" Without hesitation, you downed the drink. As you felt the bitter liquid running down your throat, you had to resist the urge to throw up on the spot. "Damn. I can't imagine why anyone would want to do this by their own choice", you remarked, making your friends laugh.

You were waken up by the pulsing pain in your head, and groaned quietly, rolling around in the large bed. Blinking confusedly, you tried to open your eyes, but regretted it immediately,since the brightness of the day only hurt you. You had no idea of what happened yesterday, but your heavy head clearly spoke volumes for that. Hoping that nobody took pictures of that night, you stretched yourself a bit, yawning. At least you woke up in your own bed. How you got home was a miracle though. Probably Abigail carried you home. You smirked at the imagination and buried your face further into your pillow, inhaling the pleasant smell of fabric softener. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks. This didn't smell like your bed sheets, it had a distant smell of men's cologne. And since when was your bed so huge that you could roll around in it?

Realizing this could not be your bed, you jolted up, widening your eyes in shock. Dizziness added to the pain in your head from the sudden action, but you didn't care. And as you noticed, who was laying next to you, in nothing more than boxershorts, you swallowed. Dark, curly hair. A lot of it. Hidden under it was a peaceful, freckled face, sleeping soundly. Looking down, you saw yourself in nothing more than your black underwear. "Fuck", you breathed, rubbing your forehead. Did you really have sex with the only person you were warned of? More importantly, did you have your first time with someone and forgot all about it? Before you could think of more embarrassments, you hastily got out of bed, searching for your clothes.

You took a closer look around the room. Mostly consisting of very light colors and minimalistic furniture, you thought that it looked very luxurious. But than again, should you expect less from the son of a politician? Not that you knew much about Philip, this was the only piece of information you had. Despite pacing around a few times, you couldn't spot your black dress in the room. Another groan of frustration escaped your mouth. How were you supposed to go home in this attire? But, as you glimpsed at the bed, you decided waking Philip up seemed like a bad idea too. Shouldn't one-night-stands be gone in the morning? Did he offer you to stay? You wished you knew, but no. Your hungover brain had to forget the most essential things about last night. The only thing you could remember was talking to Abigail, Theodosia and Georges...Georges! The french boy mentioned, that he was staying at Philips home. Maybe you could ask him for some clothes. He would surely understand the situation you were in.

You hastily made your way to the door, trying to open it as quietly as you could, but instead it squeaked like an old garden gate, making you cringe.

"Where are you planning on going?" Philips voice was half husky, half sleepy and let a shiver run down your spine as you heard him. Feeling caught, you slowly turned around on the spot. Trying to play cool, you leaned against the doorframe. What would a one-night-stand say right now? Did you enjoy yourself last night? Hastily, you ran your thoughts through all the scenarios you knew from any movies you had watched, but as soon as you saw his face grinning smugly, you lost your composure. Instantly, you felt your cheeks redden and your heart pounding in your chest. "H-Hi. I'm se-searching m-my clothes", you stuttered, facepalming yourself internally. Philip started laughing at you, slowly raising himself from the bed. You couldn't resist the chance and gave him a once-over, as he slowly walked towards you.

"You don't know a thing about yesterday, do you?", he asked in an amused tone. Relaxed, he took a strand of your hair into his hand, toying with it. You admitted he was right, and with a deep chuckle, he desisted from making you more nervous. As he put some clothes on, you were reluctant, but asked anyways. "Do... you know more than I do?" Confident in his position, Philip lifted his head. "Of course I do. Girl, do you really think we had sex? Because if we did, you would've remembered it." He winked at you, which made you raise your eyebrows. "Care to enlighten me? Can you tell me why I am here, almost naked?", you queried. A grin spread across his face. "I can, but I'm not sure if you really want to hear it", he warned you, buttoning up his shirt. With a gesture of your hand, you demanded him to continue. Philip exhaled deeply, before he spoke, as if he had to recall what exactly happened. "So, after a while, we were running low on alcohol and I wanted to get some more in my house. You followed my, pressed me, and tried to undress me multiple times. Despite the fact that I declined, you would stop bothering me. So, suddenly, you ripped your dress off, throwing yourself on me. I couldn't let you into the crowd half naked, so I decided to make you sleep here", he explained bluntly. Feeling the blood pumping into your head, you quickly covered your face with your shaking hands. This was a lot more embarrassing than what you thought happened. But at least, this also meant that you still had your virginity. What did Abigail say again? He'll steal your virginity, independence and dignity in one night. Well, at least you still had two out of three things. "Sorry for forcing myself on you..and stuff. And thanks, for not taking advantage, I guess", you said, deeply ashamed. Philip gave a little shrug and handed you some clothing. "Here. I threw your dress away, to be honest, but you can keep this." Philip opened the door, but before he left, he turned to you again, adding:" Do you want to eat something or leave right away? Maybe get some painkillers for the headache?" After you were fully clothed, you decided, to eat together with him, eager to find out more about Philip. It couldn't get any worse, you thought.

After a few minutes, both of you were sitting on a large table in the living room, which was fully packed with all sorts of food. Widening your eyes, you got way too excited at the sight and didn't listen to what Philip said, as something brushed slightly against your shoulder. You turned your head to see Georges exiting the room, waving you goodbye. He said something, but you couldn't understand him, because his mouth was occupied with a croissant.

"He's late for church", Philip explained, taking a sip out of his glass. You nodded slowly, not knowing what to say, and silently, both of you began to eat. There were no sounds, except for the maid humming in the kitchen and the clattering of silverware. You glimpsed over to him, to see if he had any interest in a conversation, but he was busy with typing something into his phone, so you decided to shut your mouth. The occasional glances were getting longer and longer, till you didn't even bother to look away anymore. "So, I heard you were a player. Why did you decline my...offer yesterday?", you finally broke the silence, and regretting it in an instant, as you saw the amused expression on his face. "Well", he drawled,"Maybe it was the fact that you kept saying you wanted to have your first time with me. And I don't do completely wasted virgins." Once again, you could feel your cheeks burning, and you lowered your head. "God.. do you think it's possible to block out memories...entirely?", you asked him, half joking, half serious. "First of all, you can just call me Philip", he replied, making you sigh in annoyance. "Second... If you drink hard enough. Why do you think I host all these parties?" With a deep chuckle, he put away his phone and took a closer look at you. What he said, made you contemplate.

"Why do you, actually?", you inquired, leaning a bit forward. Philip sighed, rolling his shoulders. "I mean, I'm not a expert.. But it just seems wasting your time. You can do so much better", you asserted, tapping your fingers against the table. Philip let out an exasperated sigh and crossed his arms. "It's fun", he insisted offhanded, and you decided not to dig into it further, which led to another moment of awkward silence. His focused eyes were laying on you and he seemed to watch every move of you, making it impossible for you to eat anything. "The Adams-girl has your purse", the freckled boy informed you without any context and made you even more uncomfortable. Fidgeting around in your seat, you decided it was time to go home. "I'll bring you to the door. Do you need money?", he asked, surprisingly polite and you declined. "Nabby only lives a few streets away." "That's her name.. Yes, I visited her house a few times because of my dad", he remembered, tipping slightly against his temple, as the two of you made your way through his home. As you were finally standing in front of the door, you thanked him again, and managed to conjure a faint smile on his face. Leaning against a wall, Philip nodded slowly. "I hope you come crash my party next weekend again",he suggested, making you laugh. "And maybe cut back on the alcohol", he added and opened the door in a swift manner.

As you headed out, you couldn't help but face him again, trying to memorize every part of his face, before you left. Despite his invitation, you didn’t want to come back so soon. "I hope you find what you're looking for", you said in a seemingly insignificant way, before turning away.

"But I'm not looking for anything", Philip replied with a questioning tone and scratched his neck.

"Maybe that's the problem", you muttered quietly, but loud enough so he could hear it, walking away at a steady pace. "Wait!", he suddenly hollered, but you didn't slow down. " I don't even know your name!"

A smile spread across your face. He didn't even know your name.

#hamilton #philip x reader #why do i write like i'm running out of time #philip hamilton #georges washington de lafayette #hamilton imagine #hamilton x reader

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