#flirty!lafayette

[sarahhillips]

This is What I Call, the Start of Season 3 of Libertys Kids

Sybil Ludington

I first learned about her from Rejected Princesses and have fallen if love with her. She’s like Arya Stark.

Funny because Sarah and Sybil would have a Sansa and Arya dynamic

James is a natural horseman now

Sybil straight up ready to kill

‘I’m so proud of my daddy who has a target on his head’

“But why aren’t you fighting?” Imagine Sarah heard that and said “Listen bitch,”

Sarahs ballgown should just be solid pink

Of course Arnold sees Sarah right away. Thank goodness she has a chaperone. I bet Mrs. Adams knows he’s kinda flirty with her and keeps an eye on them.

“I had hoped our paths would cross paths again Ms. Phillips, away from the field of battle” GOD why aren’t they waltzing while he’s saying this, that would be intense.

In fact their entire conversation could have been discussed while they were waltzing but that would take the animators way more work.

Imagine Benedict starting his passionate rant while dancing and then dancing

Sybil gotta be starting shit for no reason

I bet Sarah and Hannah would bond tho.

“I’m coming” “Like hell you are”

Sybils eager af to fight

She’s that girl at school that would punch the bully for me

The last shot of the entire city on fire before the dramatic music plays 😱😱

They just shot a fucking cannonball at a house

Sneaking out to go report hell yeah

Imagine getting to storm into a place on a horse. Kickass.

Once again, Sarah stalks Arnold into a danger zone

The horse even went into the water

It’s like that scene from home alone

Stupid af but it worked

Arnold is done with this army shit. He worked hard to earn that rank.

“I’ve come to think of you as like a daughter.”

“He’s destroying himself with his own bitterness and anger.”

I feel like Sybil would be mean af to Sarah just because she’s British and Sarahs doing her best to stay civil and in control. And then James would yell “Enough Sybil! She’s my friend!”

Lafayette Arrives

The drag episode 💄

Course Bens surrounded by bitches

Instant connection between Henri and Lafayette. You know he’s gonna adopt this child.

How old is Henri supposed to be by now? Thirteen I’d say. He should be growing.

Henris like I adopted this French guy

I need a dramatic retelling of Lafayettes drag escapade

LiberTAY

Lafayette would be the most anticipated

Why is Henri allowed in Congress

Wtf just a second ago ya’ll didn’t want him

What if politicians gathered for meetings in bars?

Lafayette is an America fanboy

They’re like ewwww it’s French

Omg he’s coming this way

Pretend it’s chicken and dumplins

RETREAT CALMLY

Ben is cunning af

We’re French but we’re American Yay

The Hessians Are Coming

Those girls aren’t the Schuyler sisters are they

Those laughs are not believable

No, they’re German girls

When he’s an asshole but his horse loves you

Here he goes ranting again.

“I learned it from school lol” “Who needs to go to school to build forts”

“Are you trying to sway the Hessians into leaving us?” “I’m a reporter jackass”

“I’m not a soldier, I’m a musician” Yeah like how Tom was not a soldier but a scientist

“Your witness is dead so you’re guilty”

Another victory for Arnold that will be ignored

James and this German dude had to puss next to each other for weeks.

“You guys are cannibals” whut

Will both of you stop acting like dicks please.

That’s more like it.

Arnold gets screwed over so much

That poor little german boy. Of course he didn’t want this James.

Arnold marching into battle shamelessly without permission.

Arnold saved James life without knowing it

Yeah we all quit

Sarahs reaction to Arnold having his leg shot is not realistic at all. L

Polish guy said go to school

Oh his name is Gunther

The last line of this episode did not age well at all.

Valley Forge

Arnold (the ARNOLD) is in this!?

Oh look mini log cabins

Von Strudel really came in on a sled like the white witch

“No meat! No meat!”

RIP Aaron Carter. This poor kid.

So its like diet bread

I can feel the cold

Girl went outside in the cold after being outside for stays

Where did the gust of wind go?

I love Lafayettes loyalty

Imagine having to poop outside in the snow

Bare ass exposed to the snow cold

“Corporal, yell at him for me.”

“How can I appreciate what you don’t have?”

Henri would definitely become a soldier in the adult version of the show

Henris the mascot. I need him in an eagle mascot costume now.

Imagine an eagle sports mascot fighting a king george mascot.

This dude is obnoxious

Ok now not so much

Omg Franklin sent Von Strudel

George Washington being a dad

Slide to the left. Slide to the left. Cha cha real smooth.

Sarah why aren’t you more worried

Allies at Last

Here comes Peggy Shippen

Nice dress Ben

That excited little barefoot leap on the cold concrete ground

Smart move on James and Moses

So without Ben or Moses around, that would put Sarah in charge. Since she’s still loyalist I’m sure she welcomed Andre at first

“The less I say about her, the better.”

Sarah, are you dancing with tory guys at these balls? I bet you are.

And now she wants Andre and Peggy out and I don’t blame her.

Oh look, hats

Oh no Moses the white guy your name is on the list

“I’m suddenly in the mood for English tea” petty Ben

Why are they telling Sarah all this stuff, she’s friends with Americans

Poor Henri being laughed at

“Have you forgotten that you are English?” “Not in the slightest.”

But Moses seems like such a nice guy

SIGN A PUBLIC OATH OF LOYALTY

“This is because I’m Jewish.”

Pop off White Moses

Oh you motherfucker

Oh now you wanna sign it

“A lot more people will have to stand up for equality to come true.”

And now France is their ally.

#sarah phillips #libertys kids #james hiller #liberty's kids #ben franklin #benedict arnold #peggy shippen #john andre #henri lefebvre #general howe #amrev #american history #sybil ludington #lafayette #george washington

[twiceasmanysunbeams]

I'm so excited for the next update, VfV really hooked me on to the point I fell into a black whole and now I'm binging Versailles on Netflix.

Guess who was a mistress to Louis XIII, one Louise de Lafayette. I wonder if that will affect the story in any way, would be quite the scandal 😶

omg anon i really do think some kind of or*y situation is gonna happen cause tell me why everyone has a h*rny/flirty sprite

iirc catherine is also a mistress of louis, and so is bonne. at this point the question should be who is NOT louis's love interest LMAO

anyways im glad vfv caught your interest!! i think it will beguile me too after one or two more updates—i love historical

#ask #also props to vfv for securing a three-chapter update #seems like it's doing well so far c:

[splinter-sister]

Rachael

Ridge - He’s pretty flirtatious himself and is in the grey as far as personality wise, usually doing things for themself, work aside. I think that could be pretty compatible, but Ridge is usually a ONS kinda guy. He’s never gone back for seconds due to being immortal.

Howl - Rachael is sassy, flirty—just the opposite of Howl, who, though he doesn’t know much about the world and is naive about certain things and has a limited education, he’s inwardly rather soft and probably craves intimacy just as much as Rachael does? He’d find her pretty!! To be with Howl though, time is needed and handle with care—he may be inwardly soft despite the odds, but he’s been through absolute hell.

Nix - He’s a pretty playful guy and a decent sort, so I think he could get along well with Rachael. He has a soft side for small women also, but Rachael is pretty strong, so he’d like that. Besides all that, she’s pretty cute!

James - An absolute sunshine of a guy who is also an overworked healer / doctor. He wouldn’t hesitate to help Rachael if she was hurt because he’s very caring—that goes without saying for his partner. However, he’s more on the scale of good in comparison to Rachel’s grey and regrets killing people even when it’s usually to protect himself.

Eamon

Ridge - Ridge can be a playful and decent guy—he’ll keep things calmer, not come on too strong with Eamon being more of nervous type, but as with what I’d said above, he’s only interested in ONS even when he really likes someone because, well, they’re going to die before he ever does. Eamon is really cute though—definitely has the look to attract Ridge.

Howl - Howl doesn’t know a lot and is naive, but if he latches onto someone like Eamon, he’d protect him with his life. He is dog brained—I didn’t mention that above—happy when the friend comes around and upset when they leave! If he’s become his partner, he’d want his affection very often as he’s pretty touch starved. ( I’ve a lot of headcanons reblogged about him coming up too ! )

Nix - Though Nix is a playful guy and decent, he’d immediately pick up on Eamon’s shier, more nervous personality and subconsciously adjust himself so he’s a bit less himself. However, as with all potential partners, his natural temperature is COLD , freezing even and that usually scares people off. If Eamon can handle that (among some other things), he’s got a guy in it for the long haul.

James - Nurse and Doctor duo!! Though coming from a more fantasy setting, I refer to James as a healer more often than not! I think they’d be pretty cute today. James would take his time with Eamon, certainly because of his personality and would enjoy that he’s in a health profession as well!! Besides that, Eamon is cute!!

[ I omitted Black Hare since she’s probably not good for anyone’s mental health ( like maybe unless it’s a villain?? ) and Lafayette since his sexuality is unknown ! ]

For Rach, most of them have aspects that would match and clash with her in interesting ways. Ridge fits well with come and go aspect of her. The casualness of it may be what's most comforting to her. Less commitment and all. Howl seems like a slow burn with her. Someone to teach and learn from and bond that way. I think Nix may be the hardest to pair with her. Just a feeling on that one! I've been surprised before though! James has an advantage because he's BLOND. Her biggest weakness! Even then, he is a personality she hasn't really been paired up with yet. A little ball of sunshine in her life may be nice.

Eamon is overall, a very difficult muse to ship with because he's so nervous and anxiety riddled. On top of that, he's not sure he's into guy as a default so that is an arc to get over with the territory. Unfortunately for Ridge, Eamon isn't the ONS kind of guy. He may have the least chance with him out of them all. Howl would sit nicely into the need for him to feel safe. Nothing safer than a loyal dog (no pun intended). The downside is Eamon is at work a lot! So time with him may be scarce. I can see Nix and Eamon being the least likely to get together at first. There would need to be one hell of an icebreaker, but after than I can see it going so much smoother. Once again! James is the most likely choice! Nurse and Doctor combination is perfect already. Having a bright and gentle personality is the fast track to getting onto Eamons good side. I think they would be very cute together as well. The two blonds. Even though Eamon dyes his hair and is a natural brunette.

Oh~ Black Hare is 100% manipulative for anyone. She's only been shipped with one person so far despite being around for years. She's psychotic and emotionally unavailable to nearly everyone.

Lafayette is still in the works and I'm a bit stumped on him as well. He's young and probably doesn't think about hooking up or getting into relationships as much.

#prickly pear [rachael] #hello nurse [eamon] #mort contrata [black hare] #breathing tube [lafayette] #cablexclub

[hitmanprompts]

Diana and 47 are in the pottery workshop in Sapienza. Dr. Oscar Lafayette is trying to flirt with 47. Diana is flirty.

Trope: Power Dynamics Kink

Include these random words: fire | ecstasy | expert

Include this line of dialogue: "Whoever wields the sword decides who holds the pen."

Hitman Prompt Generator

#Hitman Fandom #Hitman Prompt Generator #Hitman Prompts #Fanfiction Prompts

[fletchinscloset]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Lafayette 148 Black and White Silk Print Top and Skirt Set Size 8.

[moosoobi]

Confessions

In the night: Chapter 2

T.Jeff- Hamilton: the musical 

Y/N can’t hold all her secrets. She’s tired of hiding. The people deserve the truth. Here’s her confession: the one she should’ve told us long ago

I started to write this chapter the day after I finished chapter 1, yet before the first chapter was even published (time management queen). As I’m typing this message, I’m currently distracting myself from finals LMAO. Anyway, I wanted to finish this chapter as soon as possible to give some explanation of the events in the previous chapter, so I hope I do exactly that. I’m still manifesting that I articulate through this story smoothly, please give me feedback <3 

MC (aka Y/N’s) POV 

Modern au 

Word Count: 5.4k

A few unrealistic realities, but I’m working with what I got

This chapter will most likely answer many questions about chapter 1 

THIS CHAPTER OCCURS AT THE SAME TIME AS CHAPTER 1! all events in this chapter line up with the events of chapter 1

Disclaimers: 

TW: violence, abuse, mentions of blood, themes of injury, itty bitty angst?

photo not mine <3

If you have any questions/concerns about this story, DONT BE SHY TO ASK ME! This is my first time writing a whole series, so I apologize if the plot gets confusing. 

-Now Playing: Broken Clocks by SZA-

Where to start… 

My attention was taken from Professor Washington’s lecture the moment I felt a pair of eyes attempting to pierce a hole in the back of my head. As I look back, I realize that it’s no one other than Thomas Jefferson, the spoiled francophile, or so people like the whisper, but gossip’s not my thing.

Upon being called out by Professor Washington, I couldn’t hold in my giggle as Thomas’s head ducks down in embarrassment. I suppose he sure knows how to lighten the demeanor in the lecture hall; It was a nice excuse to take my eyes off of Washington’s low-quality power-point presentation, but I appreciate that the man is trying. 

This class feels like it’ll last forever, and I contemplate if I could just perish in my seat at this very instant, yet Thomas’s presence seems to make it worthwhile. I don’t know him that much, or maybe at all for that matter, but since he’s been seen with a Schuyler, the locals around here can’t seem to keep their mouths shut about him. 

From what I’ve heard, he’s another silver-spoon raised boy representing Virginia up here in New York. A few scholarships here and there, as well as a trip to France for a semester. I don’t see what all the fuss is about; He seems like a pretty cool person, probably has an exciting life, and isn’t throwing away his shot. It’s odd, even with parents to piggyback off of, Thomas is very similar to a certain orphan I know. 

“Class is dismissed” Is all I heard from Professor Washington’s mouth before that obnoxious but relieving bell sounds off. 

Desperate to get out of this class, I hurry to put my stationery items into my burgundy-magenta backpack. You’d think after those turbulent years of high school that college would motivate me for fancier bags, but I can’t say no to my favorite color. It’s simple, won’t bring attention to my presence, unlike every other decision I’ve made in my life. 

After I finally finished packing up, I can’t wait to take a breath of the fresh, polluted air of New York City. I quickly spotted my roommate's car within the crowd of vehicles next to the sidewalk. He’s on time, as always, to pick me up from class, and I’m grateful that he sacrifices his time for me, but it’s not like he had a choice. I toss my bag into the trunk, surely crinkling a few important papers. Upon reaching the door of his expensive car, my roommate greets me with joy to see me. 

“How was class, Cherie?” 

Lafayette, my roommate, shoots a smile at me, his white teeth are almost blinding, but he always says I’m exaggerating. 

“Boring as always, but I’m still here, sadly” I say as I hop into the front seat of Lafayette’s car. He pouts in my direction 

“Ahh, c’mon, don’t be like that.” Once he acknowledges the buckling of my seatbelt, he begins to power up the car. “C’est la vie, Y/N” I roll my eyes, my hatred for him grows just a little more every time he says that. 

“Can we get McDonald’s?” I attempt to change the subject, earning a small chuckle from him. He prepares to drive off “You know I can't say no to you and your American junk food” 

And so we begin to drive off  

Lafayette and I indeed have a bit of history together. After I got mistakenly involved with Alexander and his clique, Lafayette was the next best (or worse) person to walk into my life. He’s sweet, charming, probably all the things Americans are not; the gentleman hails from France. Yet he’s so much more than that. 

Ever since I caught his eye at that obnoxious high school party, he and I hit the ground running. Disclosing the events which took place in his-

our bedroom won’t solve the problem, but the stubble on his jaw and the way he holds the steering wheel with one hand nearing my thigh reminds me of the unresolved sexual tension between the both of us. 

I’ve only been living in his apartment for a few months, an idea he proposed when I mentioned my dreadful rent. A nice view, nice coffee maker, and nice bedsheets were more than enough to convince me, but I know there’s more to that “nice” list that I shouldn’t disclose. 

Though I know his intentions were good, I’m sure he invited me into his abode to protect me from Alex. 

Since I began to band with Alex and his gang, Alexander’s been strict about getting me home on time. It wasn’t only because I was a helpless high school student, but also to prevent me from ratting him and his group out to the authorities. 

Upon joining Alex's posse, a strict curfew has been placed on me, only to ensure I stay safe at night, or perhaps to make sure I don’t betray them. 

Moving in with Lafayette made following this time limitation easier for me, especially since he volunteers to drive me home or takes a stand for me. If the unfortunate event of my arrival past my ‘bedtime’ timer occurs, Alexander ensures I pay the price.

Speaking of arrivals, Lafayette passes me a box of hot, salty fries and a smile spreads across my face. His eyes visibly soften as my entire demeanor changes.  

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best person ever?” I spilled my thoughts while stuffing my mouth with fries. He lightly chuckles, watching me. 

“Maybe a couple of times..” He prepares to drive off again “...too many times, actually.” he shot a wink at me. 

Blood didn’t have any time to rush to my cheeks before I could slap the side of his shoulder, causing him to whine in discomfort. I sigh before returning my focus to the steaming fries in front of me. The tension grows, and so does the silence between us. Eager to break the tension, I propose an idea. 

“Let’s go home?” we turn to each other at the same time 

“Oui.” 

---

I enter Professor Washington’s lecture hall and my attention is driven to the two curly-headed Virginians. I watch in secondhand embarrassment as Thomas Jefferson and his friend playfully argue in front of the entire class, seemingly a heated debate of the greatness of Mac and Cheese. One argues on behalf of the gooey pasta, while the other simultaneously retorts with a mix of “you’re so stupid” and “God help me”. 

Feeling a rush of confidence and suaveness, my brain urges my body to intervene in their conversation. Maybe it was to make new friends, or perhaps to stop the class from staring at their dumb dispute, but I swiftly walk over to them. The next few words to come out of my mouth fell into place oh-so-perfectly. 

“Hey, can I sit here?” 

Upon sitting in between the two Virginians, they introduce themselves. The calmer, self-collected man among the two introduced himself as James Madison, while the bolder, upbeat man introduced himself as no other than Thomas Jefferson. Both of them seemed happy that I interrupted and decided to reach out to them, maybe one was a tad more excited than the other. 

And ever since then, Professor Washington can’t seem to split up our trio. From childish jokes and a few inappropriate inferences, Thomas and James make great company. The idiotic smile that spreads across Thomas’s face whenever he’s capable of making James and I break our silence during class would become more annoying than Lafayette saying “C’est la vie” whenever I make a poor life decision. 

Nevertheless, Thomas and James dangerously remind me of Alexander and his goons. The abundant amount of self-praise and cocky remarks said by both Thomas and Alexander is almost astronomical. In the case of Thomas and Alexander’s meeting, I’m sure they’d be the best of friends. But likewise, I could also envision the two attempting to tear each other's heads off, the chaotic clashing of two powerful minds. 

They always know what to say and when to say it. I’ve never met anyone as clever as Thomas and James, and they’re even worse when they’re together.  

“‘ ‘s Adams here today? Washington told me to turn in my papers t’ him.” Thomas whispers as he eases into his chair, Washington’s booming voice seems to become background noise to us 

“Is he ever?” I reply, attempting not to giggle at my own response “I haven’t seen him since Washington initially introduced him to the class.” 

“Maybe he’s jus’ sick or somethin’. Kinda reminds me of you, James'' His head of curls turns to stare down James, in which James replies by rolling his eyes 

“He can stay home, he does the same amount of work there anyways.” James cleverly retorted. 

And that seemed to be our last straw before bursting out in laughter. Thomas’s body flung forward as he laughed his head off, James ducking his head to hide his glee behind his laptop, and I quickly slap a hand over my mouth to prevent anyone around us from drawing suspicion. But apparently, Washington wasn’t having our disguises. 

“Can the three of you even tell me what I just said?” Washington turns around from the board to scan the crowd, his eagle eyes find us quickly 

The silence was all we could emit, and soon enough, He turned back to his lesson. I sigh with relief; the last thing I need is to get kicked out of a class I don’t even pay for. 

…

...

“Washington sure got a shiny ass head. D’you think he uses shampoo and conditioner?” Whispered Thomas as he leans over to me 

And just like that,  we’re faced with the same struggle all over again.

—-

Lafayette adjusted the hot pan, erupting a few sizzles. The wall clock ticked, the hour arm froze pointing to the “11” written in roman numerals. Lafayette and I decided to agree on a home-cooked meal, and although it’s too late for an average dinner, yet too early to be defined as a midnight snack, I’m sure Lafayette’s cooking will satisfy me for the night. 

“Y/NN, would you prefer salt on your omelet? Or did you decide to be healthy tonight?” He said holding a salt shaker in the air to steal my focus from the swirling red liquid in my glass. 

My head lifts to meet his eyes. I tilt my head, the wine causing me to ponder for a little longer than I should’ve. He continues to stare at me, holding in a laugh, before I force myself to nod. 

“Yeah.. a little won’t hurt” I hear him chuckle at my drunken dialect, but I know the French man isn’t about to lecture me about English “Your wish is my command.” 

I watch as he conducts the kitchen perfectly. He knows where everything is, exactly what to add into the sizzling pan, maybe even the exact second to take the meal off the flame. 

“I thought you weren’t a fan of monarchy?” the sarcasm was evident in my tone “but I appreciate the submission” I shot him a playful wink, to which he responds with a pompous smirk

A few sips of wine later, I recognize notification that has been staring back at me for hours. 

1 Message from Thomas

A text from Thomas? And I’m barely seeing this now? I silently scold myself for giving into the wine before opening the message.

“Thomas: Hey this is Thomas from class, wanna come study with us at the library sometime?”

My eyes become glued to my phone. It was certainly necessary for me to reread Thomas’s text, I was unsure if the alcohol was beginning to make me see odd things, but I assured myself I was correct.

I could feel the blush spread across my face. Maybe it’s just the wine taking control, or maybe it’s the butterflies in my stomach forming every time I reread his message. A harmless invite, perhaps evoked from Thomas due to James stroking his ego, but I know James’ wouldn’t promote such a bold, straight-forward message. Though Thomas is known for his meticulous confidence and certainty, a message this simple could be notably deceiving. 

But a little socializing won’t damage my self-respect. “Be bold, Y/N” is what I used to tell myself at the beginning of the semester, and what do I have to lose? I begin to type my reply.

“Y/N: yeah I’m down :) just send a time and place and I’ll be on my way”

Sent.

 My introspection was soon interrupted by the screeching plate being slid in my direction by Lafayette, the steam circulating the meal 

“Y/N, Mangeons.” My head comes up from my phone, my eyes meet his eyes momentarily. 

“Thanks, Laf.” I reply before taking a fork from him and digging into the steaming meal ahead of me. Lafayette’s cooking never disappoints. Ever. 

My body couldn’t help but pick up my phone every few minutes to respond to Thomas’s messages, Though they were just the details of the hangout-offer he previously proposed, I felt enclosed in my little bubble while texting him. Those few moments of interaction with him somehow made my day better. I’m sure even Lafayette could see my radiating energy, but I’m not sure how he took it.

We’re technically not a couple; a few hookups and moving in together don't make us an official couple, right? 

“Merci, Laffy.” I watched as he visibly cringed at my poor attempt at french. “Let’s just stick to our mother tongues, angel.” He retorted. I laughed it off, yet inside his reply left a scratch on my pride. 

--- 

Another class of absolute foolery and childish inferences, and I can’t help but laugh as Thomas, James, and I exit the lecture hall. The New-York cold hits us harshly, but being about a month into this semester, students already know what to expect. 

It was indeed embarrassing, running to Lafayette’s car to remind him of your library study session. 

“Alright, I’ll pick you up before your curfew, okay?” He asked with one hand on the wheel. His faux-leather jacket contorting around his toned arms made it difficult not to remember the moments they shared around midnight. The imagery of their candle-lit room appearing in her head as he sat at the wheel stopped her from replying for a moment. 

“Y-Yeah sounds great. You’re the best, you know that?” She thanked him for sacrificing his time to make sure she arrives home on time. 

“You remind me all the time.” He sneaks in a small wink between his sentences “I’ll see you tonight, Cherie” 

Y/N smiled before turning around to prance over to her friends. Y/N heard the faint sounds of Lafayette driving off, sighing in relief

After briefly explaining my situation to the boys, we quickly head over to the library. 

A woman in a coral-pink blazer and pants set is waiting impatiently at a table she rented out just for us. “What in the world took you guys so long?” She pressured for an answer 

“C’mon Angie, that wasn’t even ten minutes.” Thomas rolled his eyes before removing his backpack and opening a chair for Y/N. Real smooth, Thomas, I can’t lie. He looked over to me, seeing stars in my eyes as I realize I’m standing next to the oldest Schuyler.

 “You’re-” She interrupted me with a smile, sticking out her hand to shake mine

“Angelica Schuyler. And you?” I swear her name sounds familiar. I’m sure I’ve heard it around but I just can't place it. I do see her on my social media feed from time to time, and I must admit, she looks even more heavenly in person. 

“Y/N L/N.” My hand meets hers in a firm handshake. 

“Nice to meet you.” 

—-

At first, I thought nothing of it. 

Though Lafayette’s text at 7:30 (on the dot) did push me out of my zone, I did appreciate his promise to me. 

Thomas on the other hand seemed disturbed by my sudden leave, but it’s not like he’d understand. Alexander would literally kill me if I were home late.

But Thomas and I would continue to hang out. His evening texts would slowly become a weekly routine. Whether it was a scary movie or an ice cream date for just the two of us, he always found a way to spend time with me. 

“Don’t tell me that mint chocolate chip is actually your favorite flavor, darlin’.” He adjusted his position on the park bench and raised an eyebrow, his gaze focused on the green ice cream atop my ice cream cone “You might make me regret takin’ you out tonight” he chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile 

“You know you love me” I jokingly retorted, scooping part of my ice cream with my tongue, and relaxing against the bench.

It’s very rare to get to relax like this. Not only am I a fully-fledged college student, but also one of Alexander’s goons. The weekends are merely just ‘weekdays: the sequel’, but add forbidden literature and alcohol to that equation.

I look back up to Thomas, seeing his disgusted face. “Wait.. are you actually against mint chocolate chip ice cream?” I cocked an eyebrow towards him

He shrugged before chuckling “I recall telling you of my unfortunate arguments while visiting England..” 

“..so what does mint chocolate chip ice cream have to do with your political upheavals in a foreign country?” 

He smirked in an ‘all knowing’ manner. “Well, Darlin, if you did your research—“

“—You’ve got to be kidding me—“I start to wonder why I even asked 

“—you’d learn that the monstrosity in your ice cream cone, mint chocolate chip, originated in England.” He completed his statement with triumph “Ever since my disagreements in England, I swore to despise such a concoction until the day I die.” 

I looked at him like he was crazy. “I can’t believe you did your research on English creations. You’re so dramatic sometimes” I respond 

“Hey, I wouldn’t be a Jefferson if I wasn’t.” He stared back to his cone, the mesmerizing ice cream almost reflecting himself back at him. 

We shared silence for a moment. Words were unnecessary when we were together. 

“I suppose..” Jefferson started “...I might be able to tolerate mint chocolate chip ice cream, but only for you, though.” He turned towards my direction 

My eyes soon met his. “Well, I’m honored to be your exemption, Jefferson.” I smile with triumph, recognizing my effect on him. 

He swiftly takes my hand, his skin feels burning compared to mine. Our eyes remain connected as he dips his head down to kiss the back of my hand. I attempt to hide the fact that my heart stopped beating for a moment, but the breath hitching in my throat wouldn’t help me at all. 

“Let’s drop the formalities, Darlin, you can call me Thomas now.” My hand remained between his. I try my best to keep my hand still, wanting to marinate in this moment forever. 

A new feeling courses through my body. Something unfamiliar. Perhaps it’s the charm of a Southern Gentleman. Maybe the feeling of being treated right for the first time, something I’ve never experienced from anyone.

What have I ever done to deserve this chivalrous kindness? 

‘What a gentleman’ I repeat to myself in my mind. What makes him so different from the others? 

From a simple kiss, I suddenly crave more.

More than the unresolved sexual tension between Lafayette and I. 

More than I was ever granted the opportunity to. 

Maybe ‘more’ is what I deserve. 

My mind bleeds with the thought of Lafayette, but Thomas seems like he has so much more to offer. What if I do deserve to be happy? I may not have earned it, but who gets to declare my right to happiness? I was once happy with Lafayette, but the times have changed

He’s just not him. He’s just not Thomas.

---

But no matter how much I enjoyed spending time with Jefferson himself, I was always the first one to leave. I had to. 

I remember the way his smile would fall at the sound of Lafayette’s car horn. 

The way his jaw tenses whenever my phone vibrates across the table 

Whenever Lafayette came to pick me up, I also can’t help but feel a part of my soul crack within me. 

“I’ll see you this weekend?” He kisses the back of my hand once more in an attempt to savor this moment, continuing to maintain eye contact.

“I’ll try, Thomas. Not sure if I’m busy.” I sigh with fatigue. “But I’ll let you know.” 

“Alright. Get home safe, darlin’” I hear him stand from the park bench as I wander to Lafayette’s car, his eyes following my figure. 

I hop into Lafayette’s car before taking one last glance in Thomas’s direction, watching as his figure begins to walk in the opposite direction that our car was heading. 

“Ahh, Y/N. Don’t tell me you’re cheating on me” his sarcastic tone wouldn’t pierce deep enough. 

I speak without thinking. “I do recall you claiming that you and I were never a couple, remember Laf?” My change in demeanor was certain to shut him up. And he did. 

He’s just not him. He’s just not Thomas. 

I remained turned away from Lafayette as we drove through the city. The memories built between Lafayette and I constantly falls like a house of cards, but I prefer to avoid the subject.

Lafayette felt otherwise, yet respected my choice. 

He was the first to speak.

“Alexander needs me for a transport this weekend.” He stated, “I’m not sure when I’ll get back, so it’s very important that you get back from whatever plans you have before your curfew.” He takes a glance over to me and briefly meets my eyes 

“Don’t test the waters, Y/N.”

Ah yes, the monthly literature transportation of Alexander’s gang. 

The Notorious Sons of Liberty. 

A popular group roaming the streets of New York. But instead ironically of selling drugs or performing homicide, they produce and sell illegal, banned literature and disperse them to the highest bidders. 

How else do you think I pay for college? 

Although gang violence isn’t really their thing, that doesn’t mean they’re not in possession of such weaponry and devices. I’ve never seen anyone take literature as seriously as they do.

They’re also known for their bold publicity stunts, which are indeed fun to watch from a nearby coffee shop. Watching Alexander, Lafayette, and some other friends, John and Herc, run from the authorities on a Sunday afternoon, accidentally laughing at the sight of John tripping over his own feet, Lafayette mouthing ‘help us out’ in my direction. Very entertaining. 

On the contrary, their security on me has become tighter and tighter. I know they worry for the gang’s reputation over my safety, but it feels nice to imagine having a battalion of book-worm gang members watching over you. 

“I know, I know. You guys can stop treating me like a kid” I attempt to contain a giggle to portray my seriousness. 

He takes a glance at me before returning his attention to the road. “You cannot say that until you have another way home other than me.” He sighed rather loudly 

“Be careful, or I might do just that, Lafayette.” 

---

I sipped on wine and ate cheese at Thomas’s place without a care in the world on a Saturday night. Of course, I had to accept Thomas’s offer, I never knew how to say no to him. 

Jefferson has sure been taking his sweet time to put a title on us. Now, I’m no philosopher when it comes to dating, but Ice cream at the park, fancy dinners, and wine and cheese sure sound romantic. 

My night was going well. All until the 7:30 alarm on my phone rang, and before I knew it, everything began to go downhill

[events of chapter 1]

And next thing I knew, the cold New York air slapped my face, following the harsh slam of the apartment door. 

As my adrenaline began to settle down, panic rushed through my body. 

Fuck. At this rate, I won’t be home until after my curfew. Although my immediate instinct was to sprint my way home, those thoughts were quickly followed by the idea of passing out within five minutes. My apartment isn’t too far, but being fueled by wine and cheese doesn’t sound like the best idea. 

“Don’t test the waters, Y/N” echoed throughout my head. 

I begin to walk down the street before whipping out my phone to contact an Uber. 

The small talk produced between my driver and I worked a bit to calm myself down, but that would all change the moment I walked through my apartment door. 

Once I turn back around from locking the door, I’m met with exactly what I didn’t want to see at this very moment. 

Lafayette stood staring at me, his lips pursed with anxiousness, recognizing my significantly late arrival. 

Hercules, another good friend I’ve met through the sons of liberty, stood beside Lafayette. His mouth hung open in shock as he also recognized my mistake. 

John, the group’s smallest yet mightiest, leaned against the wall, perhaps planning my fate right in front of me 

And none other than Alexander Hamilton himself, sipping scotch on my couch, similarly to how I was not too long ago at Thomas’s place. The glare on his face quickly reminded me that I was in big trouble. 

“Y/N, I thought I told you—“ Lafayette began but was quickly interrupted 

“You’re late.” He swirled his drink before standing up. The clock ticked, and the hour hand notably passed the 8:30 symbol. I was not getting out of this one. 

Although I feared for the following moments, I attempted to contain my emotions within myself. I kept my straight face for the time being. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. 

“I’m well aware.” That came out of my mouth  a little too harsh for my liking 

“May I remind you that being out past your curfew could severely damage our image.” 

I saw John look over to Alex from the corner of my eye. The air became thinner if that were even possible, and I refused to meet his eyes.

“And I do recall reminding you of your consequences.” He walked towards me and I felt my heart froze. “Having you out so late could raise some suspicions among our competitors, L/N.” 

I couldn’t find the right words and resort to nodding instead 

“I always fucking told you—“ he harshly slammed his drink onto the table beside him “—not to test the waters—” 

“—I-I know—“

“So why the fuck are you stumbling in here past your curfew?”

 At this very moment, I wondered if I had pulled the last straw. 

I couldn’t speak. God forbid I spat out the wrong words. Contained within my thoughts, I didn’t acknowledge Alexander closing the distance between us. 

“Ow!--” I watched as Alex shoved me to the wall, the moment playing in slow motion in my head. 

Lafayette’s throat grew dry “Hey, Alex, Calm dow-” 

He was interrupted by the sound of Alexander harshly slapping me across the face. My hands quickly went to soothe what felt like fire burning my cheek. 

“We do so much for you, Y/N.” Alex growled 

The sharp pain in my side grew, almost echoing throughout my body. I could feel my body giving up on itself. I mean, this wouldn’t be the first time Alex has acted like this. 

Occasionally, Alex would stop by Lafayette and I’s apartment just to ensure I was home before my curfew, and he wasn’t the most forgiving. 

--He owns an apartment key and has every single one of his gang member’s location tracked on his phone. Sometimes I wondered what was so special about us to have to keep all of us in check 24/7--

One time Hercules and I went shopping a little too late after sunset, part of me felt like a reckless teenager, probably because I was. I still remember Alexander’s face when I entered my own apartment, he looks identical every time. 

In an attempt to shelter me, my body curled into itself against the wall. I shrunk to the floor, feeling his shadow intensely stand above me. 

“Arghh!—“ the sound spilled out of me when I felt Alexander’s shin connect with my rib cage. 

My lungs felt punctured under the pressure.

My arms felt like they could give out any second.

Part of me had wished I’d stay at Thomas’s place tonight, even if it meant telling him the truth. 

What a predicament I’ve gotten myself into. 

I looked up, wondering if my torment was over until I was met with a —Crack— Alexander’s knee encountered my face. 

It was only a moment before I could hear the shuffling of the others’ shoes. I prayed they were coming to help me out.

Alexander lifted his glass of alcohol, previously forgotten, and hauled it towards me

Crash! 

The piercing shards of glass combining with the stinging alcohol were the last thing I needed on a Saturday night. I didn’t notice the tears falling from my eyes until now, and the way my heart felt like it was just on a rollercoaster. 

I kept my head low, watching blood drip down my face and onto the floor below me. And apparently, I wasn’t the only one to notice. 

“Alex! What the fuck?!” I heard Laurens yell

“Are you trying to kill her?!?” I recognized Lafayette’s scream

Before Alex was able to make another blow, Lauren and Lafayette were quick to hold him back, attempting to calm him down. 

Hercules swiftly knelt beside me, the guilt was obvious in his gaze. I hated the pity in each of their glances towards me. He attempted to wipe away the blood from my forehead with a paper towel. 

Alexander fought back against the two, trying his best to prove his point. There’s the Hamilton we all know, unwilling to stand down no matter the cost.

Hercules turned back to me, his words were ready to leave his mouth from the moment we reconnected eyes. 

“Y/N..��� He pulled me up and shoved me out of my apartment door. “..Run.” I almost stumbled into a nearby pole, but I began running, if running in my condition was possible, back to Thomas’s place. 

—-

[events of chapter 1]

The next thing I knew, I woke up in Thomas’s bed beside him. I took a moment to soak in the feeling of his satin sheets. Part of me can’t recall the events before I passed out in front of Thomas’s apartment, or maybe my mind refuses to remember them. 

The sun hasn’t risen yet. 

I turn to my side and reach for my phone, wincing from the pressure applied to my rib cage. 

The bright light of my phone hitting my eyes felt like I was transported to another dimension. 

54 notifications: 

12 calls from Lafayette 🥐

24 texts from Lafayette 🥐

1 text from Alexander 💡

3 calls from Mariah 💋

14 texts from Mariah 💋

“oh fuck..” I sigh, wondering how things will play out. 

Out of curiosity, I open the message from Alexander. Perhaps it’s an apology? Maybe a reminder? 

Alexander 💡: I know where you are, Y/N. Don’t drag your friend into this. Because I can.

Where I am? I ask myself

My heart dropped, remembering that Alexander tracks my location 24/7. He knows where I am at this very second. 

By escaping to Thomas’s apartment, I’ve just dragged him into this mess I’ve made. If my worlds collide, it would all be because I ran to this exact apartment. 

Panic once again rushed through my body. 

I need to get out of here. I need to leave. 

I slip out from under the sheets and grab my belongings. Unprepared for what’s to come, I steal one of Thomas’s jackets from his cluttered desk chair. I’ll give it back eventually, I thought to myself. 

After I put on my shoes I take one last glance toward Thomas. 

He seems so peaceful when he’s asleep, tangled in his blanket, not to mention his name-brand Mac and cheese pajama pants. 

I’m sorry if I drag you into this, Thomas, you just wouldn’t understand.

Taglist <3: @kenmacrumbs @strayblades  @laic2299 @ohsoverykeri

#alexander hamilton #hamilton #hamilton fanfic #hamiltonau #thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson fanfic #james madison #Hercules Mulligan #John Laurens #marquis de Lafayette #lafayette x reader #flirty!lafayette #gang member!alexanderhamilton #gangAU #modern au #HAMILTRASH #in the night #gangmember!lafayette #gangmember!herculesmulligan #gangmember!johnlaurens #the way this chapter took me two months golly #daveed diggs #thomas jefferson x reader #hercules mulligan #hamiltrash #lafayette #incorrect hamilton quotes

[daphneyoumustmakehaste]

WASHETTE FANFICTION (MAY)

Gilbert sighed as a drop of water splashed his nose and he looked up at the sky. The clear, blue sky had clouded over and the rain was beginning to fall.

Lafayette pulled his hood up and looked around for a place to shelter. As he had not expected the rain, he was only wearing jogging bottoms and a zip up hoodie; they would not last in the weather. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a coffee shop he had visited a few times for a drink.

With nowhere else to go unless he wished to transform into a wet dog, he hurried over to it.

Once inside, Gilbert wiped the rain off his face and pulled his wallet out of his jogging bottoms. As he approached the counter, he saw George Washington, halfway through paying for a coffee.

“Washington?”

Washington turned around and smiled warmly at him. “Caught in the rain?” He asked, gesturing to his darkened hoodie and slightly wet hair.

Gilbert nodded and began to look up at the menu on the wall as George finished his order.

Deciding on a simple frappachino, he turned to order, but George was still standing by the counter.

“What are you getting?” He asked Gilbert, placing his change back into his wallet.

“I...what?”

“What are you having to drink?” George repeated.

“Oh, you don’t have to!” Lafayette exclaimed, putting a hand out to stop George.

“It’s my treat.” George said, discarding his hand. Gilbert’s hand fell limply to his side; “caramel frappe with coffee, please. Just a small.”

George nodded and turned to the barista. “Now go and find us a table, I’ll bring your coffee over.”

Lafayette walked off to find some place to sit while George waits for the two coffees. He eventually settled on a two seat table next to the window, and throws his hoodie on the back of one of the chairs.

It was a modern coffee shop. On the side behind the counter, it had a white brick wall, but the rest was painted in a dark grey. There was a handful of other people inside, the majority of them slightly younger than Gilbert in their college years no doubt.

George walked over two him a few minutes later with the coffees in hand. He set Gilbert’s down in front of him and sits opposite him, taking a short sip of coffee.

“I got you a medium, because no man in their right mind actually wants a small coffee.” George said, cocking an eyebrow at him. Lafayette laughed politely in response.

“Thank you for the coffee, Washington. I can pay you back—“ Lafayette was interrupted by Georges hand gesturing through the air.

“No, no! Like I said before, it’s my treat. And please, call me George.”

“Well in that case, call me Gilbert. It’s pronounced Jihl-ber”

George chuckled and looked back up at Gilbert. “Last time we met, you told me to call you Lafayette,” George remarked.

Gilbert just smiled in response and took a sip of his coffee again, burying half his face in his cup. “Is it true Alexander and Thomas fucked in Thomas’ office?”

George felt a tug on his lips as he watched the younger man drink his coffee. “Please do not remind me. I would’ve walked in on them if it wasn’t for the rather audible noises coming from inside his office.”

Gilbert let out a giggle, making George freeze up. He set his coffee down again and placed his elbow on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand and grinned.

George could swear he noticed Gilbert’s face flush up, but thought nothing of it. A few minutes passed with them just exchanging small talk.

“So, what do you do for a living?” George eventually asked.

Gilbert cleared his throat and leant back. “I’m a social influencer. Like Twitter and Instagram. I also model for my own clothing line that I share with my friends Hercules and Maria.”

His eyes lit up as he explained his job, something that didn’t go unnoticed by George. Up until this point, George thought it was completely impossible to talk about your job with such energy.

“Politician,” George laughed in self pity and took a large gulp of coffee. Push come to shove, he could always drown his sorrows in caffeine—

‘No,’ he thought, ‘you are not an older version of Alexander’.

“So you have great hair and you love lying?”

George looked back at Gilbert in a mix of surprise and amusement. “I have no hair and not all politicians lie,” George corrected, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh come on,” Lafayette teased, leaning across the table and mirroring George’s pose which was the graceful ‘elbow on table, chin on palm’.

“You must’ve told at least one lie. Tell me, tell me, tell me.” Gilbert began bouncing up and down like a child. And if this wasn’t the millionth time George had thought he was cute—

Except that Gilbert was twenty-five years younger than him. So that would never happen.

George held up a hand to silence him with a low chuckle. “As a politician, I have never lied to the public. I know, sue me.”

Gilbert rolled his eyes and sat back. “You’re boring,” he complained.

“Yes, I know. I’m such a bad politician for not lying to the public. Oh, whatever shall we do?” George supplied bluntly.

Gilbert did that laugh again — the one that made George feel like a smitten teenager...

Which he wasn’t. It was just a crush...based on looks. And he had it all under control.

Gilbert looked down at his cup and clapped his hands. The rain outside had steadied and was growing to a stop.

“Perfect timing.” He stood up and brushed a few stray hairs out of his face. “Thank you again for the drink; I will pay you back for that, by the way.”

Washington scowled. “Gilbert, I—“ He paused as he watched the French man walk up to the counter and lean across the bar.

He came back with a pen and the same adorable smile on his face. George watched dumbfounded as Lafayette picked up George’s hand and began writing a number on it, presumably his own.

Once he was finished, he leant down and kissed it politely. He flashed his white teeth and nodded a goodbye to George, chucking the pen to the Barista on his way out.

“Au revoir, George! Call soon!”

And George was left alone with a coffee and a 22 year old mans number on his hand.

Maybe he didn’t have this under control.

#washette #george washington #marquis de lafayette #george washington/lafayette #lafayette/george washington #george washington x lafayette #lafayette x george washington #hamilton #hamilton musical #musical #fanfiction #coffee shop #oh so very gay #hamilton fanfiction #modern au #hamilton modern #coffee #lafayettes a flirty bitch

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

stupid fools.

#lafayette #older laf #hari #ocs #art #i'm always back and forth on what lafayette's like abt personal space #bc they don't like when strangers touch them and stuff #but idk i guess around ppl they're comfortable with they're chill with getting in ppl'ss business #hari flirts with lafayette a lot but i guess he's not as sure abt how to act if lafayette ''flirts'' w him #flirts in quotes bc lafayette's not actually trying to be particularly flirty here. #anyway idk what's going on in this plot ever. #sorry for rambling here none of this really matters tbh

[potatolikesyou]

Hamilton:I'm in a rush Laurens can you hold something for me?

Lafayette shouting from distance:LIKE YOUR HAND!

#Hamilton #hamiltrash #lams #laurens #hamilton the musical #hamiltrash the musical #memes #gay #justgayness #homsexuality #rainbows #smooth #flirty #shouting #Alexander Hamiltrash #Alexander Hamilton #Trash #Marquis De Lafayette #Lafayette #LafBaguette

[cushionydeer4]

Masterlist

This is a place of all my work <3

PSA: I will write for more people than listed, don’t be afraid to ask for anyone

Twlight

Volturi

Alec

Jane

Aro

Marcus

Caius

Poly Kings

Jasper

Carsisle

Star Wars

Rey

Kylo Ren

Knights of Ren

General Hux

Lieutenant Mitaka

Bob Fett

Marvel

Black Window

Captain America

Winter Soilder

Iron Man

Spider-Man

Wanda

Daredevil

Hamilton

Alexander

Thomas

Lafayette

Eliza

Angelica

John

Disney

Genderbent Cruella Devil

Real People

Mathew Gray Gubler

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Love Birds

Summary: Sam and Reader are super lovey dovey, much to Dean’s annoyance.

TW/CW: Sam Winchester x Reader, flirty/lovey dovey Sam.  

Requested?: Yes! The amazing @the-departed-potato  said, “Hey I just saw that you were asking for Sam Winchester x Reader ideas and 100% had to ask. So I was wondering if you could write something where Sam and the reader are dating and in the “honeymoon phase” and Dean is friends with the reader and likes them together but acts all discussed by the constant PDA and cuddling and all that. (Third wheel Dean basically.) Anyway thank you!!! 😇”

Word Count: 978

A/N: How in the world do I manage to come up with fully detailed cases in just the time it takes to write this out?? Like I did it with another imagine the other day. I just don’t include all the details and stuff that I come up with lmao. Anyway, love to all, and All Requests are Open!!

Your POV

   I grab both plates off the kitchen counter and carry them to the map table. I place Sam’s in front of him and go to take a seat beside him with mine but he pulls me into his lap instead. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight as he nuzzles his face into my neck, “Thank you, honey. It looks delicious.”

   Across from us, Dean fakes like he’s going to vomit, “I’m trying to eat here.”

   I shake my head as Sam releases me and take my seat in the chair beside him. I take a few bites of my food before asking “So, what do you guys have?”

   Dean doesn’t even pull his eyes away from the newspaper spread out in front of him, which is clearly just the comics section, “Marmaduke is befriending a cat.”

   I roll my eyes, I swear the comics are the only reason he gets a paper anymore, “I meant the case that you two said you had. You know the one we’re supposed to leave for as soon as we’re done eating?”

   Dean only laughs at the comic so Sam finishes the bite of food in his mouth before answering, “Something weird is going on in Lafayette, Louisiana.”

   He passes me a print out of several news headlines. I look through them before returning my attention back to him, “Any ideas on what it is?”

   “A few but none of them quite fit right,” he answers. While we finish our food, Dean puts his comics away to join us in our discussion about what this case could and couldn’t be. Before long we finish our food and Sam stands to take both our empty plates to the kitchen, “Meet at the car in 15?” Dean and I both nod and go our separate ways to grab our bags from our rooms.

   Almost 4 hours and approximately 230 miles later, we’re stopping in Tulsa, Oklahoma for lunch. We grab a booth by a window and I slide into one side with Sam following behind me and Dean sitting across from us. We look over the menu and soon the waitress comes over and takes our order before rushing off again.

   “You two any closer to figuring out what this thing might be yet?” Dean ask as Sam pulls out his tablet.

   “Sammy had the great idea of putting our thoughts onto a chart on our way,” I say grinning at them both.

   “We’ve narrowed it down to a few things, but I’m still combing the article to narrow it down even more,” Sam says as Dean rolls his eyes.

   I wrap my arm around Sammy’s and lay my face against it, “Why is it so cold in here?” Sam chuckles and wraps his arm around me, using the other to scroll on his tablet.

   “It’s been 6 months now, shouldn’t this honeymoon phase be over already?”

   Just then someone drops into the seat beside Dean, “Aw, squirrely bear are you jealous of moose and his sweetheart?”

   Dean narrows his eyes at Crowley, “No, I’m not jealous. Why are you here?”

   “To see if you three know what’s been killing my demons in Lafayette,” he says nonchalantly as the waitress drops off our drinks. She looks at Crowley expectantly but he declines, “I don’t need anything. I won’t be here long.”

   She rushes off again as Sam gives Crowley a confused look, “Those people were demons?”

   “Indeed. I’ve never seen it before which is why I was hoping you three had a lead on it. Now do you or do you not?”

   Sam looks back at me, “Guess we should hit the drawing board again. Nothing on our list can kill demons.”

   I shrug, but before I respond, our waitress brings our food and Crowley takes off again as we descend on our plates like hungry vultures. We haven’t eaten since breakfast.  

   After we get back on the road, it’s another four hours before we stop for Dinner and then another four after that before we make it to a motel just outside of Lafayette. Once we’ve settled into our room, Sam looks at me, “Shower?”

   I nod with a mischeivious grin and follow him to the bathroom. Behind us a frustrated Dean sighs, “I guess that means I’m going next door to the bar for a bit. Don’t use all the hot water. I’ve gotta have a shower too.”

   The next morning, I wake up to Sam leaving little kisses all over my face and neck. I sit up and stretch as Sam smiles, “Good morning, sleepy head.”

   I mumble a good morning as he hands me a cup of coffee. Across the room, Dean rolls his eyes, “You two lovebirds hurry up and get ready. We’re supposed to meet with the coroner in an hour and it’ll take thirty minutes to get there.”

   I chuckle and down the last of my coffee before getting up to get ready for the day. I pull on my suit jacket just as Dean grabs his keys and heads for the car, “If you’re not in the car when I kick it into drive then you’re getting left here.”

   Sam and I both laugh and follow him out to the car, Sam smacking my ass on the way there. Dean glares at him for it as he gets in the car, “You know, I’m all for you two being together. You both seem happier because of it but for the love of all things good, give me one day where my best friend and brother aren’t all over each other. That’s all I ask.”

   Sam looks back at me with a grin on his face, “We might be able to manage that.” I laugh at the two as Dean pulls out of the parking spot and speeds off towards the county coroner.

Masterlist

Everything Taglist:

Sam Winchester Taglist:

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester imagines #spn #spn imagine #spn imagines #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural imagines #send requests #requests open

[ggchofi]

greatest take: mullette but while Lafayette is always confident and flirty with everyone, they get all blushy and nervous with Hercules like "me AND Hercules????? PFFF- WHAT are you SAYING, mon ami!??!!! i HAVE to laugh " idk a love that

#chofi talks #hamilton #mullette #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligan

[meepmoopfanfics]

you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader Chapter 6 Part 2

The familiar sound of Alexander Hamilton blares through your phone speakers waking you from your deep, restful sleep. You reach over to snooze it but are almost too excited to continue rehearsals to even close your eyes again. It’s 7:30am. Monday. It’s finally here. The day you would rehearse for your dream show in front of your dream cast. The sunlight peeks through your window, shining warm, bright light on your cheeks, filling your soul with positive energy for the day. You reach over to your nightstand to flip through your script to make sure you’re able to nail all of the alto harmonies in front of the whole cast today. 

You had your rehearsal outfit laid out from the night before. You weren’t one to be this organized or prepared... but for Hamilton?! You were instantly on top of your shit. You pulled on your favorite black Lululemon leggings, a camo sports bra (you’re ready for battle here!), and a cute cropped burgundy shirt from Urban Outfitters. You threw on a white Nike hoodie over top to keep you warm when you weren’t dancing. You giggled at the thought of potentially wearing your copy of Daveed’s signature Purple Oaklandish hoodie to rehearsal that you got as a gag gift from your parents on your last birthday. One day that would have to happen. Would be fangirling at its finest. Maybe you would eventually just burn it so no one saw.

Your subway ride to the Richard Rogers was not as chaotic as usual. The trains were on time and you felt like the universe was finally on your side. You stopped into the coffee shop across the street to grab a large black coffee and a classic bacon, egg, and cheese on an English muffin with avocado to get you going. You were there a little early so you could foam roll and stretch while listening to chill music. You always needed your “me” time to get into your groove before facing the day. You walked into your dressing room and were so happy to see Michelle already there, devouring her favorite Panera bagel, the cinnamon crunch. Mid-bite, she squeals at seeing you.

“Y/N!!! You have me on the edge of my freakin seat here. What in the HELL happened after brunch?”

You giggled and felt the heat come over your face. 

“Let me tell you Michelle... it was everything.”

“Was it good?!” Michelle immediately blurted out.

“...yeeeeeeeah...” You said through a smirk. 

“WAS HE BIG?!” Michelle yelled.

“SHHHHH” You said to shut her up while snickering.

You both laughed so hard you felt tears coming to your eyes. Thankfully there was no one else in the dressing rooms near you yet so you weren’t that worried. 

Until two seconds later when you heard a knock from wall next to you.

Michelle and you screamed and continued to die laughing. 

“Laaaaaadieeees!! What’s goin oooon?” Anthony bursts into your dressing room without warning. “What are ya laughin’ about?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing!” You said quickly back, continuing the laughter.

“Oh yeah?! Nothin at all to do with Diggs, right?” Anthony’s signature grin came across his face as his face turned red as he held back laughter. He nudged your arm a couple of times. “I heard the whole thing, Y/N, the walls are paper thin. But it’s chill! It’s chill!” He waved his hands signaling that he would keep a secret and would have your back. Then out of no where he whisper taunts “Diggs is after the bullet! Diggs is after the buuuulleeeeet!!!”

Thankfully Anthony’s actual dressing room was upstairs next to Diggs. Ant was only visiting the PT room to warm up.

“You’re the absolute worst!” You responded.

“Enjoy your breakfast ladies!” Anthony waved goodbye in the silliest way and headed back out. 

You and Michelle caught up over your breakfast sandwiches. You showed her the note you wrote on your phone about your hookup, trying not to miss out on any details when telling her. Your attentiveness to details and your photographic memory were so helpful when it came to choreography, but when it came to remembering events, it was both a blessing and a curse. Re-reading it, however, was having you break a sweat more than if you started warming up.

Michelle then filled you in on her evening with Cedric. You knew the two of them were bound to become a thing even though she was hesitant about it. And thankfully you wouldn’t have to worry about Cedric coming on to you in any way.

--

Time passed and both you and Michelle warmed up together, foam rolled, and got ready to go. You started to get butterflies thinking about dancing for Lin Manuel Miranda. He was having his alternate, Javier, stand in for rehearsals so he could watch from the theater. He was going to see your every move of Act 1. You were proud of yourself for how well you knew the show and felt perfectly comfortable with your castmates. 

“Alright good morning everyone!” You heard from the loud speaker that reached all rooms backstage. “You all can make your way to the stage for our first run through of Act 1! Make sure you grab your mic belts and mics from sound. Thank you! Everyone to stage, please, everyone to stage.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You said aloud. 

You made your way to the stage. Even though you already had seen the set and the majestic view of the theater seats in the Richard Rogers, it still gave you chills every time. The intricate detailing in the set design was something you could stare at for hours and continue to find something new.

You walked out of your comfort zone to stand next to Anthony who was giving Jasmine a shoulder massage. They were so sweet and truly the epitome of what love/healthy relationships should be and look like.

You looked around at everyone chatting to each other in awe. There was Oak making Michelle and Cedric laugh as if they’d been best friends for years, Renee and Philippa giggling and rubbing each others arms to stay warm, and Leslie pacing already in his craft, perfecting every last detail to ensure he still had that Tony winning performance in him.

Stephanie was seated a few rows back to get a good view of the full stage and balcony. Andy, the choreographer, wasn’t there this week since he was working on some other projects, but he would be coming to watch soon. You couldn’t wait to dance for Andy again, your dream choreographer. She sat next to Alex Lacamoire with the “god mic” which she would be shouting out notes and corrections from during the run.

“Check check...” Stephanie said in a low, radio-esque voice. “It’s me, God.”

The entire cast and crew erupted in laughter.

“Just jooooking it's Steph. WHAT’S UP WOLF PAAACKKK?!”

The OBC woo’d, shouted, and clapped. 

Then you heard a familiar raspy voice shout, just about an inside voice, “It’s too early SK.”

You looked over to see Daveed looking hella hot with his hair pulled up a-la Lafayette style with his glasses on, scratching the scruff of his freshly trimmed beard.

“It’s too early for shots out the grammy hangovers, Diggs.” Stephanie responded playfully. You hoped one day you’d get to take one out of the grammy.

Daveed looked tired, but so sexy as expected. He was dessed in a Black Oaklandish tank and red sweats, with a black hoodie tied around his waist. You instantly you got a sour feeling in your stomach. You imagined him partying out late with other women, hooking up with them after he threw back a few Belvedere shots with Rafa... wait. Your mind was making up situations that were not even real. Shit... I guess you were starting to like this idiot. You rolled your eyes at yourself and focused back on his bulging biceps to snap out of it.

Gotta pay attention, gotta pay attention. You thought.

“I can guess who he was out late with!!” Anthony softly whispered in your ear. Jasmine instantly hit him on the shoulder giving him a dirty, yet playful look. 

“Oh shut it, A.” You whispered back as you elbowed him in the side. 

Daveed looked over at you and Ant but had no idea what you both said. His eyes then met yours, sending a heartbeat to your core. He winked at you quickly and smirked. You winked back.

“I see you, Y/N...” Jazzy whispered. “You guys are acting like Ant and I did when we started this shindig.”

“It’s nothing, really.” You said while breaking eye contact, trying to sound chill.

“Y/N... don’t you dare lie to me!” She giggled. You were dumbfounded by her perfectly clear skin.

“Well, we’re just two super flirty people, it’s nothing, well, nothing more than that on his end I don’t think.”

“Girl just be patient. Enjoy it. He really isn’t openly flirty with many people. He sees what he likes and takes it. You’ll see. If anyone knows that, we do.” Jazzy mentioned while pointing at her and A. She then started softly warming up her vocal chords and gave you a pat on your shoulder. She was so sweet and the positive, chill energy she brought into the room was contagious.

“Lets take it from the top y'all!” Stephanie shouted on her mic.

You headed backstage to get ready for opening. You and Daveed started backstage Left together. You approached him and he gently placed his warm hand on your lower back as you passed him.

“Morning, (Y/Nickname). Merde, babygirl.” He said as you walked to your wing.

“Mornin, Lafayette.” You said as you snickered. “Loving the hair.”

He smiled and shook his little poofball on top of his head back at you as you both settled into your spots.

The piano keys pounded the same melody as you heard from your alarm waking up this morning. An unreal moment for you. After Leslie sung his solo, one by one the principals started rapping the words to Alexander Hamilton. It was hard not to mouth them under your breath. It went perfectly. Aaron Burr, Sir went through quickly since you weren’t on stage really. You didn’t get a single note during My Shot. The little moments you had together bantering with Daveed were cute and he “shoved you with love” as the chorus says during rehearsals if you know someone’s in the wrong spot. One after one, you all nailed your dances. You and Cedric nailed your partnering with only one slight mishap with the basket toss lifts in Helpless, since it was your first time using the rehearsal skirts. They were heavy as hell.

Then came time for Stay Alive. Your first moment as the Bullet in front of Lin. You counted and perfectly grabbed the bullet from M4′s rifle causing Stephanie to come on the mic and say “You better work, Y/N!” You smiled as you mimicked the bullet just surpassing Javier’s skull. You respected Javier so much because he took his work so seriously. That’s how you wanted to be known. The quick change into the British army coat was going to be difficult, but you know the dressers backstage were on top of it a and would make sure you’d get to stage on time once the show premiered.

The rest of the run through was a sheer blur of running back stage through the wings, mimicking where your quick changes would be, staring at awe at Daveed as he rapped 19 words in 3 seconds, even while completely hungover, and chugging water bottle after water bottle. This was tough stuff. Non stop was a cardio routine essentially, and pushing Chris as Washington on the moving stairs was way tougher that you thought. You didn’t want to hurt the set so you were extra gentle with it. The way Stephanie responded to the cast was so positive. You all were knockouts. She gave some notes to Michelle about her mother lift, which she corrected and perfected immediately. You were so thankful to be part of such a talented and intelligent cast who were quick on their feet and no nonsense.

“If that were in costume, that would’ve been a near perfect first run for your cast.” Stephanie said.

“EXCEPT I WASN’T IN IT.” Lin said as he snatched the mic. The cast giggled as they plopped onto the stage floor, panting from the run. “My new cinnamon rolls are perfect. PERFECT I tell you. I can feel all of your energy beaming from the stage. I can’t wait to perform with you all. This is truly an honor.”

Everyone clapped together. Just so happy to be performing after such a long time apart. You’ve never felt more proud.

“Now OBC’s... make sure we don’t let our comfortability tinge our performance okay? Remember when the material was fresh and fun? We need to make it fresh and fun for our audiences. Jazz watch the eye contact with Ant, you’re gonna ruin it for the LAM fans if John Laurens looks like he's straight.” Everyone laughed. “Also Daveed, quit milking your side moments with Y/N.” 

“I noticed that too...” Steph chimed in in a tone which sounded like she had discovered a secret.

You began to feel embarrassed and covered your face with your hands.

“I was shoving with love!” Daveed shouted, trying to make the situation less awkward. He didn’t look back at you, no recognition, no nothing. Your stomach started to churn with nerves again. Could he not admit he was flirting with you? I guess it was a professional setting, but still sort of upsetting. 

“Alright let’s take a twenty minute break. New ensemble, we’ll go a little more in depth with minuscule notes and changes. Wolfpack, take a half hour before music brushup with Alex.” Steph turned off the mic and people dispersed into their dressing rooms, the green rooms, or into the audience to grab snacks/ foam roll.

Your Burgundy top was slightly sweat drenched from the hard work you put in. You got back up to your dressing room with Michelle and saw your phone light up with a text.

Diggs: You looked hella good out there, Y/N. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you

Y/N: Thanks, Diggs. You weren’t too shabby yourself ;)”

Diggs: Like I said before, even though I’m not technically the bullet, I still got ammo... and you have a twenty...

Your eyes widened. A quickie? Right now of all times? You couldn't. Not with the professionals in the room.

Diggs: My dressing room in 5?

Well I’ll be damned, Lafayette’s on my side... you sung in your mind.

Y/N: Here? You sure it’ll be okay?

Diggs: I don’t share a room. Only if you’re comfortable, babygirl

You felt a pulse go to your opening when he said that. Also him calling you babygirl drew you over the edge. You also didn’t realize how much of a turn on it would be to potentially hookup in the very place the most respected people who’ve ever worked on Hamilton would be simultaneously working, unfazed at what would soon happen behind Daveed’s dressing room walls.

Y/N: I’m in

You checked yourself out in the mirror without saying a word to Michelle, made sure your flyaways were sprayed back, put some more deodorant on and gave yourself a splash of your fave perfume.

“And where the hell are you in a hurry to go to, missy?” Michelle said as you began to briskly exit out of the dressing room.

“Can’t talk, will update you later. Love ya.” You winked in her direction. Her eyes widened and she started laughing to herself as you closed the door behind you while ferociously typing a new text to get Diggs excited.

Y/N: Your shirt better be off by the time I get to your dressing room. 

Diggs: Way ahead of you

Diggs: Can’t wait to hear you struggle not to moan

God damn, Diggs.

Y/N: Oh yeah? How cocky of you to assume you’d make me moan ;)

Diggs: You know I will

Diggs: And I know just how I can muffle them ;)

Fuck.

Your brisk walk turned into a light jog as you became desperate. You climbed the last set of stairs to his dressing room and stood outside of the door that was slightly cracked ajar. Here you were again, with one inch of barrier between you two. You couldn’t wait any longer.

You lightly knocked on the door and waited.

@alexander-hamilhoe

@riiyy

@lonelydance

@braidedchallah

@ohsoverykeri-blog

@roman0ffxnat

@lizzzaaaaaaaaaaa

@i-know-i-can

@vemazing

@ramp-it-up 

#daveed x reader #Daveed Diggs x reader #fanfic #Hamilton fanfic #hamiltrash

[weshallbegolden]

Flirty drunk Lafayette HCs? Only if you so desire 😌💅🏽

masterlist

Oh, dear anon, I desire it very much. I love to write my French baby. I even wanted to write a reaction out of this but since you specifically asked for a HC, I could only oblige.

Touchy

➔ If you think for one second that you can get free of his grasp once that he has his hands on you.

➔ oh boy, you can’t.

➔ He’ll want to hold your hand

➔ Or have his arms around your waist

➔ He likes to press kisses on your temple or forehead.

French

➔ Are you surprised that he’d switch to his mother tongue when drunk?

➔ He calls you sweet pet names like ‘mon amour’, ‘mon coeur’, ‘ma chérie’, ‘mon bébé’...

➔ His accent his thicker when he’s drunk. (sometimes you have to ask him to repeat himself)

➔ but he’s just really cute.

➔ and kinda sexy

➔ He’s gonna talk to you in French and compliment you as much as possible and tell you how much he loves you and you won’t understand a thing.

Show off

➔ If you’re in a bar or at a party (with people around), he’ll brag about how you’re the best and how perfect you are.

➔ “Thomas, have you met Y/n? She is the loveliest flower around.”

➔ He’ll call you the prettiest woman on Earth.

➔ He’ll tell everyone how amazing you are.

➔ “You see that beautiful woman? She’s with me!”

Smile

➔ he blinds you with his pearly whites.

➔ he smiles so much you think his cheeks must hurt.

➔ but he really has a charming smile.

Compliment

➔ “You look so pretty Y/n.”

➔ “Did I ever tell you how much I love your perfume?”

➔ “Your hair is perfect, can I touch it?”

Winking

➔ He winks the hell out of you when you’re away from him but still in his sight.

➔ He just tilts his head with the corner of his lips slightly curled up and that’s it, you’re done.

Hair

➔ He likes to play with it

➔ He’ll even braid it if he feels like it and if you allow him.

Possessive

➔ Even though he’s fun to be around when he’s drunk, he can quickly seem intimidating if he’s flirting with you and there’s another person coming in.

➔ He’ll just put his arms around your waist or hold you and tell you how much he likes you.

Noise

➔ Laf is loud when he’s drunk and even more when he’s flirty.

➔ meaning that basically, everyone around you can hear what he’s saying when he flirts with you.

➔ it used to be embarrassing but you quickly grew used to it.

Honesty

➔ A drunk Laf is an honest Laf

➔ which makes his flirting even more adorable.

#lafayette x reader #headcanons #lafayette #hamilton

[sodascherrycola]

Intros (Steven & Charlotte’s Kids)

Donovan Arthur Randle (Teen: 1981-1987)

DOB: June 13th 1968 Age: 23 years old Hometown: Lafayette, Louisiana Nicknames: Don, Donnie S/O: Jane Delaney Kids: Brandon Best Friend(s): Jacob Curtis and James Shepard Aesthetic: Really flirty type, super cocky too, he’s hot and he knows it. Also on and off again w/ his baby mama

Laura Eleanor Randle (Teen: 1984-1990)

DOB: January 21st 1971 Age: 20 years old Hometown: Lafayette, Louisiana Nicknames: Laurie S/O: Scott Walker Kids: None Best Friend(s): Emma Mathews, Magnolia Curtis, and Jeremy Cade Aesthetic: Super hot girl in you English class, kind of a teacher’s pet though

Justin James Randle (Teen: 1986-1992)

DOB: June 4th 1973 Age: 18 years old Hometown: Lafayette, Louisiana Nicknames: Just, JJ S/O: Amanda Fisher Kids: None Best Friend(s): Forrest Curtis Aesthetic: Super hot stoner boy who drives a 1969 red Camaro to school

Kyle Joseph Randle (Teen: 1988-1994)

DOB: March 18th 1975 Age: 16 years old Hometown: Lafayette, Louisiana Nicknames: Ky, KJ S/O: Sierra Lynch Kids: None Best Friend(s): Jordan Mathews Aesthetic: Respectful kid all the mom’s adore, really shy most of the time

#the outsiders #the outsiders oc #the outsiders next gen #the outsiders introductions #donovan randle #laura randle #justin randle #kyle randle #steve randle #charlotte randle #instagram introductions #the outsiders next generation introductions

[superpixie42]

ooooooh idea!

Okay someone who isn't me needs to make this a thing please:

Southern Vampire Mystery Series (the True Blood Books) but with Inuyasha characters

Concept outline below the cut because it's filled with spoilers for the Sookie Series

Okay it's been a hot minute since I read the books so..bare with me

Follow the basic plot of the books up until they get fucking weird and it's clear Charlaine Harris was just doing it for the money (aka book 9) 

Actually fuck it book 7 cut off might be better

so basically...Demons "come out" and Kagome realizes she can't hear demon thoughts, falls in love, solves some mysteries between sexytimes. ALSO HOW MUCH FUN WOULD THAT AMNESIA BOOK 4 PLOT BE

Kagome as Sookie, outcast telepath who loves her brother Souta (Jason) and lives with her Gramps (RIP sorry dude)

Inuyasha as Eric, from a strong old as fuck family line, runs a club for demons and humans which feels very on theme for him.

Sango as Pam because I love them both

Miroku as Sam Merlotte because OF COURSE that flirty sonofabitch runs a bar where he only employs cute girls (Ayame, Yuri, Eri) and one sassy gay cook 

the one place where we can follow the tv show is here , Lafayette, that beautiful man, doesn't have to die and I just decided it's Jinenji BECAUSE I CAN

Koga as Bill, a Naraku (regional king) lackey who is sent to get Kagome on their side but falls for her in the process. Is an ass.

Okay hear me out, Shippo as son of the leader of the Kitsune who are in this case the werewolves. Inuyasha is jealous of Kagome's affection for the kid and her close ties to their pack because of it. Removes yet another "romantic" subplot and gives Inuyasha and Kagome a little more depth to play with

Kikyou as Amelia because the witches are now priestesses ... all the shifters and vamps and stuff will just be their demon counterparts, dont even have to change the Were-Panther-Divas

hmmmm Quinn, Quinn, Quinn.... I just don't see Hojo as a wereTiger but, fuck it, why not. WERETIGER HOJO.

Anyways. 

Yes.

 I love those books (the early ones anyway) and was thinking I should reread them since they got unboxed when I pulled out my winter coat but since InuKag take up 90% of my brain this is what my brain fixated on while I was making dinner tonight. BUT I am terrible at multi-chapter stuff and this is, clearly, too much for a one shot. 

/ramble

#sookie stackhouse #eric x sookie #inukag au option #will i ever do anything with this? doubtful #so seriously if someone else wants to run with it PLEASE DO #or if you know if a story thats already done it send it my way #also yes THE BOOKS not the tv show #i was not a fan #how do you have that many beautiful naked people and still not make a show good?