#i have no idea if this is funny. but i laffed

[dolladooley]

the dooley davenports x black!reader | general hcs

contains: adam, bree, chase, leo

a/n: this will get zero notes but idc i am pioneering ts for lab rats. gif credit goes to him (me. bc i am him.) 💯

adam

i have always been very loud about my belief that adam marries a black woman or man in the future

and i mean LOUD

he 100% does

the first time he meets u he's like woah

prettay

he likes watching how your hair bounces as you descend the stairs or even just walking on flat ground

he likes how u speak to him

you call everyone lil nicknames so whenever u say "baby" he's like 😃

u help him with school stuff

bc you smart 💯

okayyyy scholar 😍😍😍

sorry

anyway

he loves seeing u

you anchor him

keep him from doing ridiculous shit that can get him hurt yk

turn into ur mom fr

he fidgets with his fingers a lot so he be playing in your hair

gently pulling strands so they spring back and wrapping em around his finger (ESPECIALLY when they're freshly moisturized and wet)

y'all are just saur cute to see

he's a big hugger so he rests his cheek against ur head and ur lil curls tickle him

and bonus points if you're significantly shorter than him

it's an adorable image when u hold hands

bc ur this lil person that is clearly able to easily escape restraint and u got ur tall white boy that's a lil dumb but happy to be here with u nonetheless

i love adam lawd

bree

bisexual queen

anyway

u guys become friends very quick

she complimented ur jewelry (a lil gold necklace) and u were like "aw thanks gang"

and from that u sparked a conversation and became very good friends very fast

she introduced u to her brothers, allat

u guys meet in the library every morning or u go to the nearby coffee shop before school starts

get some polite lil drinks and just.. talk :)

if you guys were to pack ur own lunches every day, y'all would do snack trades a lot

you defend her a lot against her brothers 💀

the first time you said "boy shut up" to chase she got hearts in her eyes fr /hj

when she realizes she might have a lil crush, she doesn't act too strange but she is a little bit different

she hugs for a little longer than normal, just to enjoy the scent of ur moisturizer and ur hair products

when y'all have sleepovers she always cuddles close

she loves to cook with u

u show her recipes you got from ya mama and she enjoys them every time

she stares at ur lips when u eat

and talk

and

do anything at all

they are very kissable what can she say

chase

lord.

he's infatuated

INFATUATED

he only knew leo so he had no idea black ppl could be so fine /j

the first time he sees you, a little notification in his eyebawl goes off like "heartrate rising. entering cooldown." and it's SO LOUD to him

turns out you and leo are already friends

which is NOT helpful

because now whenever you're at the house he's frantic as hell

either trying to interact with you (extremely awkwardly) or hiding in the lab so he doesn't embarrass himself further

bree would come down like "just go talk to them loser" and he's like "I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭😭😭"

when she finally forces him to quit being a punk and at least say hi, he comes upstairs to see u looking out at the view

the sun shining through their big ass windows glows gold on your skin and to him you look like a god

he flees /hj

HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO ACT

he eventually pulls himself together and soon feels like a fool

because talking to you is SO EASY ?

you exude a charm he has never seen heard or experienced from anyone else before

the way u speak to him makes him melt

that being said never call him a pet name

ever

a simple "sugar" or even just "baby" will make him overheat and shut down

leo

i'm already laffing

y'all are funny as SHIT

you were classmates before the davenports came in but you weren't really friends until after they did

you helped leo show them around the school and the two of you cracked plenty of jokes along the tour

many that the bionic trio did not understand LMFAOO

you two are so fun together and everyone can see it, even the trio who be fighting for they lives whenever y'all are speaking to each other /j

leo probably tells u ab the whole bionic secret after you witness one too many close calls and the way you handle it makes his baby crush grow exponentially

like YOURE SO COOL???? DIDNT EVEN BLINK AT THIS ABSURD ASS PIECE OF INFORMATION???? GOD THEYRE COOL AS FUCK

you guys share hair information and you bring home hotel shampoo's for y'all to share LMFAO

he let you give him waves once

it was comedic

tasha loves you

she didn't know you for a while because leo never brought you up when y'all were just classmates but after y'all became actual friends, you'd get mentioned here and there

the first time he has you come over is to work on a school project

she meets you and is like omg hai i'm leo's mom

and he's kinda like 😐 pushing her away like he did in the avalanche episode with janelle LMFAO

you like "why you so mean to yo mama" and it makes him sweat /j

you like tasha too and you guys often have tea together when leo is late for y'all's lil hangouts

she gasses you up to leo all the time like he didn't know you first

"your friend, [name]? they're cute!!!" "i know mom" "go ahead and ask that out" "MOM"

he eventually does (it was actually you but he tells tasha it was him)

#sorry bree's is type short #lab rats #adam davenport #bree davenport #chase davenport #leo dooley #leo davenport #disney xd #lab rats x reader #adam davenport x reader #bree davenport x reader #chase davenport x reader #leo dooley x reader #lab rats x black!reader #adam davenport x black!reader #bree davenport x black!reader #chase davenport x black!reader #leo dooley x black!reader #lawd these tags are going NUTS #thanks for reading gang bye

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/744966830492434432/its-funny-that-its-always-hellersaascockles

To be fair, some of those who are complaining about Mark P going to the con are con-goers, and some fairly frequent. But, that still doesn’t give them the right to try dictate who a con hires. Also, unless the guys is actually hurting people, him having different politics than them does not actually make him a criminal. There is too much entitlement to the notion that “if you don’t believe exactly what I’d do, you’re mean, bad, evil.” If you don’t want to see a specific actor at a con, for whatever reason, you have 2 simple options, don’t go to that con, or don’t go to any of that actors panels/activities. It’s really that simple.

I also think people are free to make their complaints, but trying to rally people to pile on is just .. borderline creepy to me. It’s very much the idea that it’s okay to have mob mentality and railroad people as long as they are the “right” people to hate. That’s never been a bad thing historically, right?

Anyway, any actor who brings in good money, will be welcomed back, barring legal action or wide-spread negative press (not write-ups on Screen Rant or, like, Fan Girl’s Weekly).

I don’t even really like Mark P, but I’m more indifferent to him than anything else. But I have a feeling his “bullying” was probably provoked by the brave kind of fan girls who feel justified in hating on people they don’t agree with, and then running and crying when they get slapped for it (metaphorically). It was easy to just not go to his panels. I strongly dislike misha, but I haven’t written to CE asking them to can him.

Also, if anyone should be banned from anything it’s Emmie. She went to like every Jake and Chill, so she thinks she’s his friend or something. And she kept adding her opinions and trying to monopolize Jake’s attention in the event I went to. I didn’t actually pay to hear a childish fan girl talk, thanks.

You make some excellent points, anon! And yes, people do have the right to contact Creation and let them know about their personal wants for cons, but they also have to be careful because if they make claims that get an actor dismissed from cons, and those claims turn out to be false, then the actor may have a legal case for slander, especially if it hurts their reputation/income.

And to add, ugh... I can't imagine being at an event where someone takes over like that and basically ruins it for everyone else, including the actor, who I'm sure would like to pay attention to the other attendees. (I also recall she's the same one who went crying to Jim and the other cast when she was bullied out of Jai's group. That kind of attention-seeking is toxic and unhealthy for all involved.)

#ask box #toxic fans #creation conventions #entitled fans #the actors are not your friends #especially when you're paying to see them

[wildrangers]

If You're a Bird, I'm a Bird / Ryan Lindgren

Word Count: 4.6K

Enemies(ish) to Friends to Lovers

Warnings: *MINORS DNI* Smut (oral {f receiving}, protected sex, mild dirty talk, praise kink), cursing, drinking, mentions of previous toxic relationship

In the time Hanna finished showing you around her and Adam’s first home together, the housewarming party was in full swing. “It’s beautiful, but really, we both know why I’m here” you replied, grinning at the annoyance in her face.

“Fine, let’s go find Stewie” she replied and you followed as she led you into the main living area.

You spotted Adam caught up in conversation with who you assumed were some of his teammates. A small yip caught your attention as the small puppy you’d been looking for flew towards you.

“Stewie Doo!” you cheered, leaning down to scoop him up. “Watch the makeup, dude” you laughed as he began kissing your face.

“Y/N! I didn’t see you get here, how are you?” Adam asked, giving you a hug. Before you could answer, a man’s voice called out, “I can’t believe you left me dude!”

You glanced up to see a bearded guy smiling at Stewie, who began wiggling in excitement.

“Hey, I just got him” you joked, holding the puppy closer. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Alexis” he grinned, hand outstretched to shake yours. Hanna must have trusted you two would get along because she and Adam left to make their rounds.

“I’m guessing you play with Adam?” you asked, glancing over to the group of guys he’d separated himself from while attempting to steal Stewie back.  

“Yup, how do you know the happy couple?”

Conversation flowed easily between you as you told him funny stories from when you and Hanna had worked together. Turned out Hanna was right in assuming you two would be fast friends.  “Want to meet some of the other guys?”

“Sure” you smiled, grateful for an in with a group since you didn’t know anyone there but Hanna and Adam.

“Guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Key, Ryan, and Braden” he said, pointing to each guy as he said their name.

“Nice to meet you all” you smiled before setting down a newly whining Stewie who bee-lined it for Ryan. “Here I thought Alexis was the competition for Stewie’s affection.”

“Nah, me and Stewie here go way back” he quipped and you laughed. You quickly stopped when he didn’t join you; maybe you’d misread his tone. Awkward silence descended until Alexis, thankfully, started up the conversation again.

Several hours later, your mind wandered back to the party as you drove home. You’d easily gotten along with the guys, except for Ryan, who didn’t say a single word to you following that initial, awkward encounter. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be at too many other gatherings that Hanna and Adam hosted.  

***

“Maybe you can talk to her this time, yeah?” Alexis teased Ryan causing his frown to deepen.

“Oh, fuck off Laf” he grumbled, walking away as his teammate laughed.

“Need anything in here?” Ryan offered as he entered the kitchen.

“Boys giving you a hard time?” Hanna questioned, probably noting his blush reddened cheeks.

“If you and Foxy hadn’t insisted Y/N and I would hit it off, maybe I would have acted half normal when I met her” he sighed.

“We didn’t mean to freak you out! I just thought you two could be a good match but she would absolutely murder me if I even suggested it.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, when we first met, she’d just gotten out of a really shit relationship, so the timing sucked. And the better I got to know her the more I learned she hated being set up with people. Another coworker tried and she ghosted the guy out of spite.”

Ryan felt his lips quirk up at the anecdote. “So, it falls to me to be sneaky about it?”

“Oh, stop it. You don’t have to be sneaky, I just wanted to plant the seed in that thick skull of yours.”

“Which I warned her was a bad idea” Adam chimed in, entering the kitchen and shooting his girlfriend a look.

“Yes, he did, but he also agreed you’d get along and, of the two of you, you’d be the better one to nudge in the right direction.”

“Which really says more about Y/N than you” Adam teased and Hanna jokingly smacked his shoulder as the doorbell rang.

“Ryan, could you greet whoever that is?” Hanna asked sweetly and he shot her a mock glare before doing as requested.

He pointedly ignored Laf and Key shooting him thumbs ups as he made his way to the front door. He took a deep breath as he pulled it open, revealing you standing on the doorstep.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” he asked, he thought, fairly smoothly.

“Yup, that’s me” you grinned at him and he felt his nerves fully kick in; he was noticing your smile did that to him.

“Hanna sent me to let you in, her and Adam are finishing up in the kitchen” he explained, moving out of the way so you could escape the cold.

“Sorry you got stuck with the task.”

“Well, someone’s got to do it, right?” he joked but you only nervously smiled at him before going to greet Key and Laf.

The rest of the evening passed in much the same way. You joked and laughed easily with everyone but shut down when he tried to join in, to the point that he finally gave up and just stayed quiet. He felt his heart drop as you gave everyone a hug goodbye before simply shooting him a little wave.

***

“Why can’t Laf be Adam’s best friend?” you grumbled as you and Hanna got ready to meet up with them.

“What’s with you? Ryan’s seriously one of the nicest guys.”

“He basically told me I was a burden to interact with last time I saw him!” you scoffed.

“Babe, he has a dry sense of humor, like you do with literally everyone but him” Hanna chastised.

“I tried! When we first met, I joked with him and he looked at me like I had eight heads and all of them offended him” you grumbled. Truth be told, that initial meeting had left a bad enough taste in your mouth that you hadn’t really given him another chance the next time you saw him.

“You’re impossible, that’s just his face” Hanna insisted but you didn’t feel like arguing anymore.

An hour or so later, you were seated at a high-top table with Hanna, Adam, and Ryan; a few other guys had stopped by to greet you but went off with their own partners or friends to celebrate their win. You’d think that a win would put Ryan in a good mood but he still sat there, slightly scowling, while conversation flowed around him. When Hanna’s favorite song came on, she pulled Adam onto the dance floor, leaving you and Ryan in awkward silence.

“Hey, do you think you could grab me another drink?” you asked. “My heels are killing me or else I’d go myself.”

“Sure, vodka cranberry?” he asked and you were shocked he’d noticed your drink of choice.

“Yeah, thanks” you smiled, handing him your debit card.

“No worries, I got it.”

“No, I insist” you said and his lips flattened into a grimace as he took your card and headed to the bar.

You had a wonderfully calm few moments to yourself, taking in the crowd and chuckling at some antics the other guys were getting into when you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?”

You turned, expecting to see Laf or Ryan but your blood turned cold as your eyes met your ex’s.

“Can I help you with something Kyle?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Shit, just wanted to see how you were. No need to be such a bitch” he smirked, knowing how much that would upset you and doing it anyway. You tried hiding your shaking hands in your lap before he saw them.

“Well, I was fine until you showed up. Now can you leave?”

“You’d really treat an old friend like that?”

“She said she’d like you to leave.”

***

Ryan turned from the bar to see a smarmy looking guy with you. He’d planned to hang by the bar for a minute to give you two privacy but changed his mind when he saw your shaky hands beneath the table and remembered Hanna mentioning you had a shitty ex. As he made his way to you, he caught the tail end of the conversation.

“She said she’d like you to leave” he said sternly, settling your drink in front of you on the table before placing himself between you and the man.

“Oh sorry, didn’t realize I was interrupting a date” the guy said, shooting you a look that made Ryan see red.

“You’re not but I’d still suggest you leave.”

“Or what?”

Ryan chuckled, like he did when someone challenged him on the ice. “So, I could easily rock your shit myself but see that guy dancing? Oh and that pair at the bar? We could all meet you outside if you’d like” he replied, sending the dude a menacing grin. The guy tried to hold Ryan’s gaze but quickly turned and fled.

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked quietly, finally turning to face you. His heart sank at the terror in your eyes and how queasy your expression looked. You shook your head, chugging the drink he’d set down. “Let me get Hanna.”

Before you could answer, he went and retrieved her, quickly filling her in as they walked back to the table. Hanna helped you up onto shaky legs as Adam placed a hand on your back to guide you out of the bar, his girlfriend whispering soothing words in your ear the whole way. It wasn’t until he watched your taxi leave that he realized he still had your debit card in his pocket.

***

The next morning was a Sunday, which you were immensely thankful for. Last night was still replaying in your mind when your phone buzzed on your nightstand. Figuring it was Hanna checking in, you grabbed it only to see a text from a number you didn’t recognize.

It’s Ryan, Hanna gave me your number. I have your card. I can drop it off if you want.

You chuckled to yourself, unsurprised that he was such a stale texter. You mulled over his offer. He’d really saved your ass last night and you felt a flood of gratitude fill your chest. You weren’t sure you liked him but he’d certainly helped you in a way he had no obligation to.

Let me come to you, I need to get out of the house anyway. Text me your address and I’ll come by in a couple hours?

All he sent back was a thumbs up emoji followed by his address. You realized it was only a few blocks away and figured the walk there would be good to clear your head. You got out of bed and preheat the oven—baking also steadied your mind and cookies made a nice thank you gift.

The next few hours were spent whipping up chocolate chip cookies and making yourself look somewhat presentable to head out into the world. The crisp air grounded you on the short walk to his apartment building. You sent him a text you were there and the front door immediately buzzed open for you.

You didn’t expect to see him waiting in his doorway, shooing someone back into the apartment behind him. “Hey” you greeted, feeling shy all of a sudden. You hadn’t really thought about how it would feel to be alone with Ryan, especially at his place.

“Hey, sorry, want to stop in for a minute? Jax here loves to run for it whenever he can” he smiled, gesturing behind himself. Confusion flooded your mind as your heart fluttered at his smile and you realized it was the first time you’d ever seen it.

“Sure, I come bearing gifts anyway” you smiled back, holding up the cookies. Ryan moved just enough to let you in while keeping his body between you and the large dog behind him. “Hi there, Jax.”

At the mention of his name, Jax turned his attention from the door to you, his tail wagging eagerly at the attention. You offered the plate to Ryan before leaning down to pet him, surprised to see a smaller dog wander out from another room to join you. “And who are you, cutie?” you cooed.

“That would be Jasper. And you didn’t have to bring me anything” he replied and you glanced up to see his cheeks pinken.

“Jasper, so nice to meet you” you said, giving both dogs a final pet before standing. “I know, but I wanted to thank you. I really appreciated what you did for me yesterday.”

“Y/N, you don’t need to thank me. Are you doing okay today?” he asked, eyes searching your face in a surprisingly gentle way.

“I’ve been better but yeah, I’m alright. He’s a real prick.”

“Yeah, I noticed that much” he quipped. He seemed to be trying to match your tone and joke it away but you noticed the anger that lingered in his eyes.

“I don’t want to keep you though, I just wanted to bring you those and grab my card. I’m sure you have practice or something soon.”

“I’m actually off today and don’t really know what to do with myself” he admitted, laughing quietly to himself. “Would you like a drink? I’m dying to try one of these.”

“Sure, water is good” you replied, quickly grabbing a cookie before he took the plate with him into the kitchen. You took the chance to look around his apartment while his back was to you and you nearly choked on your cookie.

“You okay over there?” he called as you fought for your breath back. You couldn’t quite answer so he returned to check on you, face paling as he noticed what had caught your attention. He grimaced as he handed you the water bottle that he’d gotten for you.

“The Notebook?” you questioned, suppressing a laugh.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite movie” he admitted, avoiding your gaze.

“You’re shitting me.”

“I am not!” he replied defensively and you finally let your laugh out. “Great, the first time I make you laugh and it’s at me not one of my jokes.”

As you caught your breath, you noticed a cat tree in the hallway. “You have cats too? I’d pinned you for a dog guy.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, you’re just this big, stoic guy I assumed you’d have dogs” you admitted, now feeling embarrassed at your assumption.

“I’ll have you know Lily and Luna are actually my favorites” he countered and you felt your eyebrows shoot up. “I may as well just show you.”

He made his way down the hallway without another word so you followed. He turned left and gestured for you to enter the room. “No fucking way” you breathed out, taking it in.

The entire room was dedicated to his pets. There were shelves strategically built into the wall for the cats, who were snoozing in a window seat, to climb. There were at least half a dozen beds of varying sizes, tons of toys strewn everywhere, and a cabinet full of their food and treats.

“Holy shit, this is amazing” you breathed out, shocked at the love that had clearly been poured into this room.

“You think so?”

“I mean, it shows you’re actually just a big softie despite the tough guy act.”

“I do not have a tough guy act” he argued and you shot him a look. “I can’t help what my resting face looks like and if I recall correctly, you weren’t exactly the warmest person. At least not to me anyways.”

You felt guilt hit you, sharp and painful. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

He seemed surprised by your admission but just nodded. “I’m sorry too, I know I don’t make great first impressions.”

You two stood in awkward silence before you finally spoke up. “So, I’ve never actually seen The Notebook.”

“Well, we should fix that, don’t you think?”

***

“Birdie, can you grab me the bag of pretzels while you’re in there?” Ryan called from the living room.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d given you that first day you’d spent together. After watching The Notebook, you’d admitted it was a sweet movie but had teased him relentlessly about how obsessed he was with it.

“I can’t believe you don’t love it! I mean, ‘If you’re a bird, I’m a bird?’”

“So, you’re a softie and a secret romantic” you’d goaded and he’d rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, birdie.”

Despite you arguing for months now that it was a dumb nickname, your protests had only made him dig his heels in more. Hanna found it endearing but Adam agreed with you. While the four of you hung out, most of the time it was just you and Ryan at his apartment. You were obsessed with his animals and they quickly grew attached to you, to the point that when Ryan had road games you just crashed in his guest room and took care of them so he didn’t have to get a sitter.

“Dude, you finished the pretzels yesterday, I told you that” you chastised and he groaned in annoyance. You smirked at his bad memory and grabbed a bag of popcorn for him instead.

“Will this do?” you questioned settling in beside him.

“Given what you’re about to put me through, it’s the least you could do” he frowned, digging into his snack as he hit play. It was your turn to pick and Ryan wasn’t pleased that you’d chosen a horror movie.

“Big baby” you teased, knocking your shoulder into his. He proved you right by jumping and swearing every five minutes, finally curling up beneath a blanket. Once it was over, he left to use the restroom and you were playing on your phone when his lit up on the couch. You noted an unfamiliar name had sent the text…who the fuck was Rose?

Jealousy surged into you, unexpected and fierce. You had no claim to him but that didn’t stop your chest from aching. Since your friendship had started off so tensely, you’d tried pushing your growing feelings for Ryan as far down as they’d go—you didn’t want to complicate things.

Ryan returned a moment later and scooped up his phone, smiling at whatever Rose had messaged before typing his response. You heaved a big sigh before getting up to grab your coat.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, surprised.

“Nothing, I’m just going to head home” you replied shortly.

“Bullshit, you’re pissed.”

“I’m not mad, just don’t want to interrupt you and Rose” you snapped before you could stop yourself. A long silence filled his apartment.

“Y/N?” Ryan questioned, amusement in his voice.

“What?” you sighed, refusing to turn around.

“Rose is my cousin.”

Jealousy was quickly replaced by embarrassment as you bent down to grab your shoes. “Y/N, stop just look at me” he begged.

You took a deep breath before finally facing him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, just don’t leave” he requested quietly.

“Why not?”

“Because if I saw a random dude’s name on your phone, I’d react the same way.”

His admission hung in the air between you before you both surged for each other. Your lips crashed together and his hands quickly removed the coat you’d just put on, your own fingers finding the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

Coherent thoughts left your mind as you pulled him back to you and felt his growing eagerness press into your stomach. You groaned at the sensation, making quick work of removing his jeans.

“No fair” he breathed out raggedly, shaky hands reaching for your shirt to even things out a bit more. You grinned at his comment, removing the sweatpants you’d stolen from him before palming him through his boxers “Fuck” he breathed out unevenly.

“Okay?” you questioned, noting his nerves.

“I’ve wanted this for months” he confessed, eyes boring into yours. The admission stole your breath away and him kissing you again didn’t help you regain it. Your tongues twined deliciously together as he backed you down the hallway. His hands, a bit steadier now, removed your bra somewhere between the living room and his bedroom. He gently nudged you onto the bed, hovering over you, one hand kneading your breast while the other teased the hem of your underwear.

“Please Ryan” you breathed out, bucking your hips up towards him. He smirked, dropping his head to suck on a nipple before placing teasingly gentle kisses along your stomach down to your hipbones. His blue eyes rose to meet yours as he slid your underwear off and you shivered in anticipation.

He spread your thighs, head dipping down to lick a slow, tantalizing strip up your center. You hissed at the contact and his hand pressed your hips down before they could buck up again.

“No patience” he chastised.

“I’ve been patient for months, Ryan, would you just, fuck—” he silenced your complaints by plunging a finger inside you.

“Better birdie?” he teased. You wanted to say something sarcastic back but he quickly added a second finger and dropped his lips to your clit which made forming a sentence impossible, so you just moaned in reply to his question.

He curled his fingers and found your spot quicker than any of your exes ever had. Between the steady pumping of his fingers and him sucking on your clit, you were writhing beneath him within moments. “Oh my god, Ryan” you breathed out, digging your heels into his back. 

“You’re already so wet for me” he breathed out, taking a second to glance up at you. The sheen of your arousal on his mouth made you all the more impatient so you sat up, dragging his face to yours. You moaned again at the taste of yourself on his tongue while his hands dug around in his nightstand for a condom. You flipped yourself on top of him once he was ready for you and sank onto his length.

“Shit, give me a minute” he ground out and it took all your willpower to just kiss him for a moment while he composed himself.

***

Ryan was overwhelmed. He’d wanted you since that first party and his desire had only deepened in the months your friendship had grown. Now, you were wrapped around him and his senses were in overdrive. He nodded into the kiss and you rolled your hips drawing a groan from both your mouths.

You rested your hands on his shoulder as you rocked into him and he opened his eyes to look at you. Your eyes were closed and your face looked more relaxed than he’d ever seen it. Your mouth was parted ever so slightly, your lips kiss swollen, and he finally let himself acknowledge that he was in love with you—that he had been for quite some time.

“God, you’re so beautiful” he breathed out, gently running a thumb over your cheek. Your eyes met his and he swore he saw the same emotion in them as you leaned down to capture his lips again. He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer, your chests flush together as your tongues moved in perfect rhythm together. He noticed your movements were getting sloppier so he snuck a hand between you, finding your clit.

As soon as he ran his thumb over your bud, you pulled away to rest your forehead against his shoulder, your breath becoming more ragged as your speed picked up. “I’m so close Ryan, please don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you, birdie” he replied and to his surprise that nickname, the one you hated, was your undoing. As your walls clenched around him, he squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation. Your whines were driving him crazy and he quickly flipped you so you were beneath him.

***

You had barely caught your breath when Ryan was suddenly on top of you, plunging in even deeper as his hands roughly grabbed your hips. His eyes were shut and his face was twisted with pure pleasure as he set a rough, ruthless pace that quickly had your core tightening again.

“How the fuck are you going to make me cum again?” you breathed out without thinking and he laughed.

“Because you’re taking me so good” he praised and you whined in pleasure at his words. “You like that huh? Like being told what a good girl you are?”

“Fuck, yes, yes” you panted out, hand reaching between you to circle your clit.  You felt yourself tightening, the sound of skin slapping skin intoxicating.

He groaned at your response, his rhythm getting a little sloppy but his speed never letting up. Your eyes met and he dropped his forehead to yours, your breath mingling together. “I can feel how close you are. Cum for me” he demanded, his eyes locked on yours and your second orgasm tore through you at his command.

You fought the desire to close your eyes at the pleasure, even more desperate to see him come undone for you. The intensity of your gaze seemed to push him over the edge and he groaned as he slammed into you a few more times before stilling, buried deep inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N” he breathed shakily, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah, you weren’t so bad yourself” you replied, trying to catch your breath. You stayed together like that for another moment before he gently pulled out and cleaned you two up. Your eyes remained shut as you slowly came down from your high and settled back into your body.

You felt the bed sink as he returned but you couldn’t make yourself open your eyes yet; you felt so peaceful, so safe, like this with Ryan and you wanted to relish in it.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten.

“You’re just saying that because we had mind-blowing sex” you replied, trying to downplay how much his words impacted you.

“Hey, look at me” he commanded quietly and your eyes drifted to his. “I’m saying that because I’ve thought it since I first saw you at that party.”

“You don’t have to say that, Ryan” you argued softly.

“But I want to, because it’s true. Why do you think I was such a weirdo that night? I was dumb struck.”

You chuckled at his words, finally turning to face him fully. Your thumb gently traced his cheekbone as you replied, “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at taking compliments.”

“You don’t need to be sorry” he insisted, his hand resting on your hip. “I have all the time in the world to show you I mean what I’m saying…if you’ll have me.”

“I want nothing more” you admitted, emotions swelling in your chest. He smiled and it knocked the wind out of you, the love and affection apparent on his face.

“Then I’m yours” he promised and you allowed yourself to believe him. But you also couldn’t help yourself from leaning in slowly, noting the catch in his breath as your lips met his ear.

“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird” you whispered.

“Oh, fuck off” he groaned, jokingly shoving you away as your giggles filled the room.

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed! I have been wanting to write about grumpy man's obsession with The Notebook for a hot minute so I hope this finds its niche audience.

#ryan lindgren #ryan lindgren blurb #ryan lindgren fic #ryan lindgren imagine #new york rangers #new york rangers imagine #new york rangers blurb #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fic #ryan lindgren x reader

[birdhug]

#de #danny elfman #i have no idea if this is funny. but i laffed

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Sometimes You Have No Option

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety

TWs: scar mentions, mostly just vague nothing too graphic at all, very quick mention of the ‘heat death of the universe‘, it’s one throwaway line but just to be safe!

Summary: Virgil wonders what Roman gets up to on his adventures that leaves him battered and bruised. What he finds isn’t what he expected....

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There was always this unpleasant feeling that followed Virgil whenever Roman came back from traversing the mindscape on an ‘adventure’; sometimes he’d come back bruised and bashed, other times he’d sport a limp, but nearly every time, Roman would come home with new scars.

Virgil couldn’t understand the appeal of it, though far be it for him to say anything about it. Sure, maybe it did hurt a little seeing someone he cared about come back each time more banged up than before. 

But that's none of his business, right?

Virgil wondered just what Roman got up to each time he went out. He’d never seen the things Roman could conjure outside of the main mindscape; some called it the ‘imagination’ but they were already within the imagination technically. No, what Roman would conjure was more like a simulation within the mindscape, as far as Virgil understood it. Like adding an extension onto a home…. Only to tear it down once you were done with it in the end. 

Perhaps calling them ‘daydreams’ was a more accurate comparison.

There were many times Virgil would let his own imagination run wild with the kind of journeys Roman must have gone on. Forests and kingdoms, perhaps a seafaring adventure if Remus agreed to not set the kraken on him. Or maybe he branched out even more. Something like the spaceports of Treasure Planet, or something more akin to a spiritual journey you’d find in a Ghibli movie. Who knew what Roman was up to most days, honestly.

It was a lazy Saturday in the mindscape when Virgil finally decided to ask Roman about it.

He hadn’t necessarily planned to do so, but Logan and Patton were both busy elsewhere, and all Virgil had to do was watch TV and contemplate the inevitable heat death of the universe when Roman had returned. Mismatched eyes latched onto the creative side as the prince made his way to the kitchen. He winced as he watched Roman root around for frozen peas and press the bag to his left cheek.

The injury was just out of Virgil’s sight, but as Roman turned and made eye contact, he could see the beginnings of a bruise forming. Despite the way the sight made Virgil’s lips pinch into a frown, Roman met him with a smile that made his stomach do flips as he made his way over to the sofa,

“What’s that look for, Woe Troham?”

Virgil snorted, “Wow, we’re getting obscure with the nicknames now? You’re really earning that extra credit in Emo Studies, Princey.”

Roman rolled his eyes fondly and sat down next to Virgil, careful of the anxious side’s bunched up legs, “You do realise we ALL went through Thomas’ emo phase, right?”.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Whatever...”, he was about to leave the conversation there when he remembered the matter at hand, “Hey, uh, Roman?”

“That’s what they call me, yes.”, the creative side smirked playfully, “Typically preceded by ‘Prince’ but I’ll cut you some slack this once.”. Virgil wanted to slap that smirk away. Or maybe smooch it. The jury was still out on that one.

He sighed in mock annoyance, “Can we cut out the nonsense for once, Romano?”

He bit his lip to stifle a chuckle at the insulted huff Roman let out. 

“Okay, seriously, I was gonna ask what happened,”, Virgil continued when Roman fixed him with a perplexed frown, “Y’know, to cause that.” .

He freed one hand from his hoodie paws to gesture to the bruise under the frozen peas in Roman’s hand. Said creative side shrugged, “It’s nothing to worry about, Virge. I’ve had far worse before.”.

Oh great, because that’s what Virgil was absolutely dying to hear. 

The words left his mouth before the anxious side could stop them, “.. Can I see?”

Okay, that had to have crossed a line, surely. Those scars were probably super traumatic or heavy with meaning, or perhaps they were-

“Okay.”, Roman shrugged. He was already hauling his shirt off by the time Virgil had registered how casual Roman was about this whole thing. He was about to voice his confusion when Roman’s shirt fluttered to the floor; leaving Virgil with a moment of gay crisis, but even more so a feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach.

Roman’s entire torso was covered in scars. Some were fresh, likely only days old, while others were already paling with time. The anxious side had no idea where his hands obtained the audacity to trail themselves along Roman’s skin without permission, but the creative side seemed content to let him continue.

Surprisingly confident fingertips traced valleys and trenches of healed and healing skin, only ever stopping on each route if Roman protested. Virgil had no idea why Roman let him even do something that felt this intimate in the first place, but the question that bubbled out of his throat instead was, “What…. Happened to you?”

He expected Roman to turn away, to dramatically cover himself once more, perhaps muttering a barely audible “some things are left unsaid” or “it’s…. Personal”, and then he’d retire to his room while Virgil did the same and let his mind swim in it’s usual cloud of anxious self depreciation. 

What Virgil did not expect was for Roman to immediately start pointing them out and listing every single cause like it was his grocery list.

“Well!”, Roman began, pointing to a scar on his left hip, “This is one I got from accidentally laying down on a light bulb.”

The prince pointed to more scars as he went, all too oblivious of Virgil’s stunned silence, “This one here is from running through corn stalks with my shirt off, and that one was a mosquito bite I scratched, which yes I know you shouldn’t do that, but you know how dreadfully those itch.This one here is from the time I tried to fight a goose- Oh! And this one I procured from falling out of a window during an impromptu tickle fight with Remus-” 

“Why does anyone try to fight a goose?!”, Virgil blurted out. Of all the rapidfire information his brain just tried to absorb, he wasn’t sure why that was what his brain latched onto, but he couldn’t exactly take back the question now.

The anxious side watched Roman’s expression take on a distant, stoic edge, but having known him so well by now Virgil knew the prince’s fake dramatic long distance stare a mile away. “Sometimes,”, Roman began, and Virgil did his best not to give a fond huff of annoyed laughter at the creative side’s faux drama tone, “The goose leaves you no option-”

Virgil couldn’t stifle the peal of laughter that slipped through his teeth and betrayed his irritated facade. The whole conversation had been an emotional rollercoaster but Virgil was mostly just happy that even if Roman was constantly getting into scrapes, at least it was nothing overly serious. By the time Virgil had stopped laughing, he realised Roman had also fallen victim to the case of the giggles.

“You’re ridiculous, goddamit, Roman!”, Virgil snarked weakly, the gentle smile he wore betraying any attempt at true irritation. Roman simply continued to beam at Virgil, brilliant and bright, a beacon of pure adoration. 

“That’s a rather funny way to pronounce ‘handsome and dashing’, but I’ll take it!”

It’s unfair that Roman got to be so well put together while Virgil was just standing there, hands still resting on Roman’s bare chest, blushing up an absolute storm. Something about the way Roman smiled at him - so gentle and adoring - made Virgil want to do something crazy. 

Like kissing him.

Yeah.

He should kiss him.

No, wait, he absolutely should NOT do that.

In fact, Virgil caught himself just as he was leaning towards Roman, intending to turn away. However, Roman’s arms snaked their way smoothly around his waist, keeping him close but still remaining loose enough that Virgil could break away if he wanted. 

“.... Virgil, can I ask you something?”

Roman’s voice was hesitant, a little less sure of himself than his expression implied. To save himself from embarrassment by not subjecting Roman to any barely passable attempts at a verbal affirmation, Virgil nodded bashfully. 

Roman’s gaze landed on Virgil’s lips then settled back into half lidded eye contact, a small quirk of laughter dancing across the prince’s features.

“Am I the only one who’s been subtly flirting this entire time? Because if so, I am going to be utterly scandalized.”

Even Virgil was surprised by the relieved laughter he let out; it was the ugly kind that gave away just how smitten he was with Roman. He tapped his fingers against Roman’s chest, humming playfully.

“Hmmm, looks like you’ll just have to be scandalized, pretty boy.”, he teased.

Roman’s shocked expression was too cute, how could Virgil resist? The anxious side sighed out a low chuckle, rolled his eyes, and lent forward to reward him with a much earned kiss.

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We love us a couple of pining dorks

Based on this post and so I tag @count-woe-laf as promised!

#my fics #prinxiety #roman #virgil #fanfic #fanfics #prinxiety fanfiction #this is basically a shitpost piece #but I'm working on other stuff and it's been so long #I wanted to give you all smth soft and fluffy to read

[katie-writes24]

Twisted Sheets

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: SMUT! Oral sex, fingering, loss of virginity (kinda), also another dirty thing at the end that I don’t want to physically write out, language, fluffy beginning, alcohol, translated French, terrible innuendos and an increasing amount of shameless writing

W o w, so I’m just gonna leave this here while I’m trying to come up with an ending to my next Laurens fic! I am struggling and it is way overdue, sooooo have this which I wrote like eight months ago? Anyways, this is literally just....like I see fics where it just focuses on Y/N when it’s going down and I- don’t look at me like that, I know you think about how it would go down to! I combined it so- nvm just...you’ll see. Sooo yeah...I should be ashamed with the vast amount of detail I think I added, but you know what, you dirty little fuckers have probably done worse! Give me some feedback and enjoy!

It was their five month anniversary, and Hercules just came home from work to find the table set with some food. He smiled and looked into the kitchen to find Y/N and John dancing to music. Lafayette was bobbing his head and picking out some wine.

Hands snuck around his waist and he felt a kiss against his back. "Happy anniversary, beloved," Alex whispered in his ear and Herc turned around to give him a kiss.

"Happy anniversary," He took off his shoes and ran to the bedroom real quick to change out of his clothes.

"Mon amours, you're gonna burn the food," Lafayette set out glasses on the table and looked to find Y/N and John still in their own little world.

"Guys, I'm not eating burnt lasagna," Alex moves passed them and took the food out of the oven.

"My garlic knots!" Y/N races to the top oven and pulled the bread out, hearing Alex snicker. She punched his arm. “It's not funny."

"It is when it would've been your fault," Alex smirked and went to sit at the table, Hercules coming out of the room with sweatpants and a lose t-shirt on.

"There you are," John went over and gave him a passionate kiss. "Happy anniversary!" Lafayette made his way over and greeted the man the same.

Y/N came out of the kitchen, bowl in hand and sat down next to Herc and Alex, rubbing the formers leg and giving him a kiss.

Laf raised his glass and smiled, "Joyeux anniversaire, mon amours!" They all clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

They talked about their day, and how grateful they were that it was finally the weekend. They've been in their new apartment for two months, and while Herc still worked, the rest of them stayed at home most of the time.

"This is great, babygirl," John said around a mouthful of salad, earning him a kick from Herc.

"Thanks, you helped," Y/N stuck her third garlic knot into her mouth and got snickers from the boys. "Don't test a girl and her bread."

Once they were all done eating, Alex and Herc did the dishes, while Laf cleaned up the table. John and Y/N went to the couch and browsed for a movie to watch.

They decided on some Hugh Jackman movie none of them had seen, and about forty minutes in there was a graphic sex scene.

The couch groaned when Laf shifted in his seat. He was on one end, with Herc in the middle and Y/N on the other end. Alex was laying on John on the couch next to them, and suddenly Alex popped his head up and looked at John with a smirk.

"You want some help with that?" His whisper made John shiver, and he struggled to get into a sitting position.

"Wh-what, what do you mean?" John was getting nervous, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially when he saw Y/N look over at the commotion.

"Dude, you're hard," Alex gave him his space, but still looked down at the obvious dick print on his pants. John flushed in embarrassment, making Alex speak softer, "There's nothing wrong with that."

They brought it up before. They've all been dating for five months, there was obviously an urge. They were all new to it, none of them knew where to start with having sex with five people at once. Laf had made some dirty comments that got Alex all hot and bothered, but John shyed away from the idea, saying it was too early. They all had an unspoken agreement that their first time had to be with everyone, together.

"It is a night of celebration," Laf paused the movie, and looked towards the freckled boy. "And you're obviously ready for a party."

John blushed further at his predatory look, still not making eye contact. Herc ran a hand up Y/N’s thigh and it made her shift.

"We won't force you, John, if that's what you're worried about," Y/N looked at him sincerely. She obviously wanted to do it, but she wouldn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

"No, I want to," John finally looked up, taking a deep breath. "I do, trust me..."

Alex started kissing up his neck, and it made him get lost in thought.

"Then let's get this party started," Alex whispered in his ear and it made him whimper.

"I'm a virgin!" He decided to rip off the band aid, screaming out his fear.

It got quiet. John had his eyes closed, and his heart was beating rapidly. What if this was the breaking point?

"Okay," Hercules got up from the couch and crouched in front of him, resting a hand over his cheek. John finally opened his eyes when Herc said, "Nothing wrong with that, either. We'll go slow, if you'd let us?”

John glanced to see all the flustered looks turn into ones of understanding. "You're...you guys aren't upset?"

"Why would we be upset, babe?" Alex looked at him curiously. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Hell, I'm still a virgin some places."

That made Y/N scratch her neck shyly, feeling her face heat up.

"We'll go slow," Herc took his hands in his, rubbing his thumb on the backside. "Is that okay?"

John looked around to see four people who loved him, who he loved.

Slow.

"Okay," John nodded, and then Herc was leading him into the bedroom. Behind them, Alex had pulled Y/N up, giving her a toe-curling kiss. It made Laf bite his lip and then Y/N was intertwining their fingers and pushing them towards the bedroom.

John and Herc were making out on the bed, and Laf snuck up behind John and started kissing his neck. Alex shut the door and wrapped his arms around Y/N, walking them over to their lovers.

"So, uh," John scratches the back of his neck, looking at his partners. "How do we start this?"

"We'll go slow," Laf reminded him. “What do you want to do?"

John closed his eyes softly and thought it over. He didn't want to do anything too far tonight, he didn't want to get overwhelmed. Y/N sensed this and sat next to him on the bed.

"I wanna watch someone give you a blowjob," She shrugged at Herc’s surprised look at her bluntness, but made John groan nonetheless. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, hell yeah," John grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss.

Herc started undressing himself, watching Laf do the same. Y/N moves onto John's neck, sucking a bruise onto his collar bone. Laf ran a hand up her backside and pulled at the hem of her shirt.

"Let me undress you, mon amours," He sat up and pulled John's shirt off him, taking in his broad chest and soft muscles. Him and Alex had the same kind of frame, and he's seen both many times before, but never like this.

Herc ran his hand through Johns curls and tugged a little, noticing the wince of delight coming from him. Alex helped Y/N take her shirt off, smirking at the bra she wore.

"It's nothing special," She scoffed. Alex shook his head and kissed her.

"Doesn't have to be," He whispered against her lips. "You're special enough."

Laf pulled off her shorts as she sat up, running a hand slowly over her ass, looking up to see her softly bite her lip. He smirked and turned to see Herc watch hungrily.

"Now, I believe the lady asked to see a blowjob?" Alex sunk down on his knees, pulling John further down onto the bed. Laf got up and walked around, wanting to watch the show. Herc took his place and wrapped comforting hands around John's upper body. Fingers wrapped around the hem of his boxers and tugged hesitantly.

"I'm gonna take these off, okay?" Alex looked up to see dark eyes, full of lust and anxiousness. John nodded and gasped as he pulled the fabric off slowly.

Y/N went over to Laf's side, caressing his cheek with her blunt nails. They both watched Alex stroke John's cock, pulling his foreskin back and watching precum leak from the tip.

Alex slowly licked up his base, and John moaned loudly, moving a hand up to cover his mouth.

"No, no," Herc took his hand and intertwined it with his own. "None of that, we want to hear you."

John felt goosebumps on his skin, feeling eyes on him. He looked up to see Laf and Y/N completely flustered.

Alex finally moved his mouth down, going about halfway down and hearing his boyfriend moan. He felt himself get uncomfortable with the restriction in his pants, and noticed that he was the only one fully dressed. But that would have to wait.

Herc snaked his hand around John's chest and tugged at a nipple. He grew harder by the second at his moans and Alex's mouth wrapped around his dick. Y/N squeezed her thighs together, and it didn't go unnoticed. Laf smirked as she squirmed, caressing a hand over the back of thigh, making her shiver.

"Fuck, Alex," John threw his head back against Herc's chest, gasping as Alex took him fully into his mouth.

Soon enough, Alex was sucking hard, rubbing the inside of John's thighs and licking around the tip. John's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a shuddering gasp and eventually came down his throat.

Laf rubbed himself through his boxers, and Y/N covered his hand with hers, earning a gasp from the man.

As Alex pulled his shirt over his head, John looked back and kissed Herc, moaning into his mouth. "I want to suck you.”

Herc quickly moved off the bed, kneeling one leg by John’s shoulder. He lowered his boxers to his thighs and John started stroking his cock, Herc groaning at the sensation.

"Y/N, come here," Herc looked back and saw the girl looking completely overwhelmed. And she hasn't even done anything but watch.

She got on all fours, facing Laf still, her backside to Herc, and John watched her underwear fold in as her legs bent.

"Take them off, babe," He looked up and found Herc looking at him eagerly. John reached up with his free hand and pulled down her panties. She gasped and Laf stepped out of his own underwear. Alex was finally naked, too, stroking himself while watching the scene before him.

Y/N pulled Laf towards her and began to lick the tip of his cock, pulling at his ball sack and feeling Herc run a fingertip up her wetness.

Alex sighed as Laf pulled him over and got a hand on him, kissing behind his ear and moaning.

"Holy shit," Y/N gasped as Herc put a finger in her, pulling off Laf and adjusting to the feeling. John's eyes got wide as he saw his finger disappear into her, making a squelching sound.

Moans filled the room as they all tried to take in everything. Herc was holding back, trying not to fuck into Johns mouth. He had a hand on Herc's ass and the other was stroking what he couldn’t hold in his mouth.

Y/N moaned around Laf and his face scrunched up in pleasure. He slurred to himself and kept the pace on Alex's cock. Alex gripped his shoulder as he whispered how good Y/N’s mouth looked around Laf's dick.

Herc sped up the pace, thrusting two fingers into her pussy at a speed that made her tremble. She fisted the sheets in her hands and bobbed her head quicker, trying to get Laf to release.

John was close, again. Hearing all the dirty noises that was coming from his partners did something to him. He loved the feeling of Herc on his tongue; he sucked harder and soon Herc was grabbing his hair and pulling out of his mouth. He stroked his cock fast, cumming on John's chest with a grunt.

Alex watched with dark eyes, thrusting into Laf's big hand and feeling his toe curls. Laf turned to give him a deep kiss, moving his hand faster.

Y/N had been neglected as Hercules bathed in the afterglow; but soon enough he put three fingers in her and focused on curling his fingers and making her cum only seconds later.

The vibrations against his cock made Laf finish in her mouth, some leaking out. That did it for Alex, watching her cheeks hallow and Laf's semen leak down her chin. It was a complete sin.

Heavy breathing filled the room. Y/N pulled off and before she could wipe her chin, Alex leaned down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. It was something filthy; it made John's eyes go wide when he saw Alex run his tongue over her jaw.

He got so lost in the sight that he startled when he felt a hand run over his hip. Laf looked down at him with a smirk, and proceeded to lick Herc's cum off his chest.

"Shit," John's head fell back against the pillows and he let out a sigh. Herc moaned and sat down next to him.

Laf licked all the way up into John's mouth, going slow and making him taste their lover.

Alex put his hand on Herc’s shoulder and gave him a deep kiss, “That’s hot."

"Totally," Herc looked up at him with complete love, holding onto the hand on his shoulder.

Y/N threw wet rags at them, alreayd having thrown on a nightshirt. “I'm not sleeping with sticky men."

"Don't worry, ma cheri," Laf headed to the bathroom, looking her up and down as he said, "I got it all off."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help purse her lips. Herc was smirking and she threw a rag at his head.

Once they all cleaned up, they settled in bed, all throwing on new underwear.

Y/N had fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, John snuggling close next to her, softly snoring. Laf was looking at something on his phone while Herc snuggled on the other side of John.

"That was fun," Herc looked at the two sleeping with a smile. "Really fun..."

"That it was," Alex pulled back his sheets and waited for Lafayette to come over and scoot towards Y/N. Alex cuddled behind the Frenchman and closed his eyes. "By the way, I'm totally fucking one of you next time."

Laf laughed, "Funny you think you're the one doing the fucking."

"Yeah, Alex, you're totally gonna be the one getting fucked," Herc whispered and heard the man gasp in shock.

"Shhhh," John reaches over and hit Herc in the chest, making the three giggle at his crankiness.

....🙈 okay let me know if you want to be tagged...

@wwaywardwinchester @vemazing

#polyhamilsquad x reader #poly!hamilsquad x reader #hamilsquad x reader #poly hamilsquad #hamilton fic #hamilton smut #hamilsquad fic #john laurens x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #hercules mulligan x reader #marquis de lafayette x reader #lafayette x reader #my writings #this is why I will never do a face reveal #but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy writing it 🥴 #sorry not even remotely sorry #but seriously don’t look at me

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A Few Words

Based on this request:  I’ve never requested anything but here goes: how about a Thomas Jefferson Modern/Soulmate AU where the reader is friends with Hamilsquad and is really shy and quiet and hadn’t heard the words on her arm yet. When she meets Jefferson, Hamilsquad tries to stop her from falling for him until they all realize that he’s her Soulmate. Is that okay?

I’m a sucker for a Soulmate AU! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Hamilton: An American Musical

Warnings: Modern/Soulmate AU, FLUFF!!! Alexander hating on Jefferson. 

Pairings/Characters: Thomas Jefferson x fem!reader, Hamilsquad, James Madison

You met Thomas Jefferson through your best friends when he came to see Lafayette one evening when you were hanging out with the guys. Well…sort of met him. You hadn't actually said two words to the man. You were far too shy to talk to a guy like him. He was charismatic, charming, with a smile that could light up an entire room and eyes that seemed to say so much without any words actually leaving his lips. You could never pluck up the courage to talk to a guy like that. Which is probably why you had yet to meet your soul mate.

         "Excuse me, darlin'" were the words permanently etched on the skin of your wrist, the place your soul mate would touch first while saying the words. When you first heard Jefferson speak, although it wasn't to you, you thought maybe he could be your soul mate. Not many people went around calling others "darlin'". But the longer you knew him, the more your heart sunk. And it didn't help that, even though you didn't speak directly to him, he was around all the time and you found yourself becoming attracted to him.

         Your attraction was something Jefferson himself didn't seem to pick up on although your friends certainly did. "That's a bad idea, Y/N! The man is insufferable!" Alexander practically whined at you when he figured out what was going through your head. In fact, the only one who didn't speak against Jefferson was Lafayette. "You're insufferable," you mumbled, "Besides, didn't you used to say the same thing about Aaron until the two of you finally duked it out? In the middle of study hall a few years ago?" That shut him up for a moment.

         "Besides, it's not like he even notices me. I can't seem to speak to him," you said, making your friends frown a little bit. "Anyway, I'm gonna go. I need to pick up a few things for the party tomorrow. Laf, you did invite Madison and Jefferson, right?" He nodded and beamed. "Good. See you tomorrow!"

         Meanwhile, across town, Jefferson was poring over his paper work in his office with Madison. "Are you sure it's a good idea for us to go to this party? I mean, Hamilton isn't exactly your biggest fan," Madison said before coughing into the handkerchief he always kept handy. Jefferson shrugged a little before absent mindedly scratching his soul words.

         "It's for Lafayette's birthday. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't show?" Jefferson replied, his lips stretching into a smile. Madison glanced between his face and arm. "Maybe you're hoping you'll finally hear those words." Jefferson glanced down with a sigh. Even though he couldn't currently see the words on his arm, he knew them by heart of course. "Sorry! That was stupid!"

         "Regardless, I'm going. I'd appreciate it if you came with me. I can ignore Hamilton for one night. For Lafayette's sake." Madison arched a brow. "And for Y/N's?" Jefferson's eyes widened a little. He hadn't expected Madison to pick up on the fact that he was interested in you. You were different. You didn't fawn over him or ask him a thousand questions, daring him to prove his love for both America and France. You actually didn't say much to him, but you intrigued him nevertheless, especially when he learned a little bit about you from Lafayette.

         "Y/N? She that pretty one that hands around Lafayette's place all the time?" Jefferson asked, trying to play it cool. Madison rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure. Like you haven't noticed her a dozen times before. I'll see you tomorrow." He left, leaving Jefferson to think about you and hoping that maybe you could be his soul mate.

         The next night, Jefferson arrived to a party in full swing. It wasn't a large party, but that didn't mean anything. Lafayette preferred it that way. Jefferson said hello to everyone before heading to Lafayette's room to lay his magenta coat on the bed.

         As he approached the door, it opened and someone bumped into him. He noticed the person falling and gripped their wrist while their hand landed on his arm. "Sorry! That was stupid!" the voice said and Jefferson's arm began to tingle. "Excuse me, darlin'," he replied, causing the person's head to shoot up to look at him. A pair of (e/c) eyes gazed at him in wonder. "It's you," you whispered as tears sprang into your eyes.

         Jefferson pulled you up gently so you were upright again. You put a little distance between you, making him frown. "What is it, darlin'?" Your brows furrowed a bit and you licked your lips. Jefferson couldn't help but glance down at them. "I-I was really hoping it was you. Now that I know it is, I have no idea what to say," you admitted with a laugh.

         Jefferson chuckled and slowly placed his hand over your cheek. He waited to be sure you weren't going to reject his touch before placing the hand on your face. "It's funny, I don't either." You snorted then looked horrified at the noise, but Jefferson smiled at you. "I don't believe that. You always know what to say. I've seen you in court. Y-You're amazing. Better than Alex even."

         "I heard that. I thought we agreed that Jefferson was bad news." Jefferson dropped his hand to turn and glare at Alexander. He and the others had come to see what was taking so long. "Do you mind, Hamilton? I was having a moment with my soul mate." The house went still and quiet.

         "You've got to be kidding," Alexander broke the silence after a few minutes. You shook your head and showed him your words, now a much darker color than before. "You're not kidding." You gave your friends a smile before grabbing Jefferson's hand in yours. He could feel you shaking like you were nervous, but he let you lead him outside.

         Once you were alone with him, you let out a deep breath. "Are you sure okay with this, Y/N?" You flashed him a dazzling smile. "I am. I didn't think I'd get so lucky with my soul mate. I just don't want to rush this." Jefferson beamed and took a step closer to you. "I feel the same. And we can go as fast or as slow as you want. Okay?" You nodded.

         "May I kiss your cheek?" After only a second of hesitation, you agreed. Jefferson leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your cheek. You swore you almost melted into a puddle right then and there. You probably would have if not for a voice calling out, "Alright, alright! That's what I'm talking about!" You put your hands over your face and hid in Jefferson's chest.

(a/n: I hope you like it! Tag lists for all fandoms & characters are open, by the way!)

#hamilton: an american musical #thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson x reader #jefferson x reader #soulmate au

[alexander-hamilton-2022]

First recommendation

I will not deny that I was very curious to read the recommendations sent to me, especially because after this I decided to investigate if there were "Fanfics" of another kind of content, to begin with I have to mention that the first recommendation was quite interesting to read ... But the writer was right about something, I'm never going to shut the fuck up. There were 5 small stories, in which I had to be tied up in different situations <Not as I usually like, I found it so fucking disrespectful that I was tied up with more people and that Jack, as you apparently call our relationship "Lams", only had one chapter!> as the title indicated, and in some of them they pierced my chest, it was ironically convenient that as I write this, a few hours ago I was spitting blood. Some situations never happened, but it's funny to see the imagination they possess, and although it's also inaccurate in some cases, reading Jack saying "Kiss my ass" to an enemy or Laf with his endless energy, made me smile...

I admit that when I work, I have never slept, I don't need it and I don't care if I do or not. Otherwise I wouldn't be writing right now, but in my life I would stop doing what I have to do to simply rest or recuperate, I would rather die than do that. Even if our excellency tried to pull me by the hair and drag me home. I would keep working in my damn office until I was done, if someone tried to tie me up at that point I would bite their hand until they got the hell out of there

I didn't think it necessary to read Jefferson's, and I don't plan to, I'd rather gouge my eyes out first, and I'll read one unless it's completely necessary, but I'll stick with one sentence "Suck my dick."

If Lafayette read them I'm more than sure he'd get ideas for tying me to Jack, which it's worth clarifying I can make blush first because honestly tying me to him would only make me get horny not blushy. But I give him points for the confession that seemed to some things Jack has told me sometimes.... So the author has my apology for it.

This has gotten a little more interesting as of now, and I'm enjoying not going back to sleep and work after so much. After a day like today I needed to distract myself with something like this, and what better way than criticizing people as I have always liked it

It is the first of several... If you like to read them that's fine, otherwise I don't give a damn

-A. Hamilton

#Hamilton Reviews

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Taking A Real Break

5, Take A Break, as prompted by @https://ifgremlinsweretall.tumblr.com/

Summary: Alexander is always either working or thinking about working. The squad sure do miss his laughter!

Enjoy (:

Lafayette, Laurens and Mulligan were all enjoying a fun and festive night together. They were gathered at Laurens’ house, the three of them sitting around a table and laughing their damn heads off. Hamilton was supposed to be there, but he was late, so they took this as an opportunity to make fun of him behind his back. Right now, they were sharing his sleep talking stories. See, Hamilton worked so hard that he even worked in his sleep! As the three men laughed and exchanged the funniest essays Hamilton had recited in his sleep, including an essay about how much Hamilton wanted to hit Jefferson with a chair, said man walked into the room quietly with none of them noticing. It wasn’t until Lafayette through his head back in laughter that he caught sight of the short man.

“Merde! Alex is here!”, he cried, pointing a finger at him. The other two men stopped laughing to look over at their hardworking friend. The reason he was so late became evident to them upon first glance: his hair was knotty and he had bags under his eyes. 

“Alexander, how long have you been working for?”, Laurens asked, some concern in his voice. 

Hamilton pouted, “How long have you guys been talking about me for?”

Laurens stood up and wrapped an arm around Hamilton’s shoulder, “Not long, sit”. He gestured a seat between him and Mulligan. He sat. 

“Liar”, Mulligan grumbled, turning his head away.

“Excuse me?”, Laurens retorted.

“Alex, we’ve been talking about you for ages”.

“Really?”, Hamilton asked.

“Yeah”, Mulligan said, “But it was all in good fun. We were discussing the essays you write in your sleep.”

“What?!”

“Yeah”, Laurens said, “Dear Mister President, I humbly ask that you knock Jeffershit off the team. He is a stupid face.”

Hamilton groaned, “Shut up”.

“You work yourself to the bone Alexander!”, Laurens remarked, “Even in your sleep! Do you ever take a break?”

Hamilton nodded, “Well, I am now aren’t I?”

There was silence. Than, Lafayette and Mulligan burst out laughing. 

“Wohow, he destroyed you John!”, Laf remarked.

“Oh come on”, Laurens complained, “We all know that this won’t last. You always come late and leave early. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that your not actually taking a break. Your thinking about work right now!”

“Am not!”, Alexander defended.

“Are too”, Laurens snapped back, “Honestly, it’s about time you stopped stressing yourself out and laughed with us. Jeez, I haven’t heard you laugh in ages.”

This was true. Hamilton did claim to be taking breaks, meeting up with his mates, but they weren’t actual breaks. He never let himself go and goofed around with the rest of them. He always seemed so formal and tight; the squad missed the old Alex. 

Hamilton sighed, “Okay John, fine. Maybe I don’t laugh with the rest of you. Maybe I’m always stressed. Maybe my breaks aren’t real breaks. But there is nothing I can do to change that!”

The three men thought for a second, before Laf came up with an idea.

“Hey, I know how to make you laugh”.

As soon as Alex saw Laf’s cheeky smile, he knew exactly what he was thinking.

“No, not today please”, Hamilton said, slowly backing away from the table.

Laurens and Mulligan caught on immediately.

“Yeah?”, Laurens said, “And why not?”

The three men stood up, huge grins on their faces, menacingly approaching Hamilton.

“No, no guys. Don’t do this! You know better than this!”

Mulligan chuckled and charged at Hamilton. The little man squealed and bolted for a run, but it was too late, he had Hamilton in a tight grasp. 

The man kicked around, desperately trying to escape. But when he saw the looks on Laurens and Laf’s faces as they approached him, he knew he was fucked. He just prayed they’d take it easy on him.

“Aww, don’t try to escape Alexander. We all know that you are due for a bit of laugher”, Laurens teased, before digging into the captured man’s ribs.

“No!”, Hamilton cried, “Nohohoho!”

“Now there’s that beautiful laughter we’ve all been waiting for!”, Laurens announced with glee, as Laf joined him in tickling the man to bits. 

Laurens kept up an assault on his rib and torso area, whilst Lafayette danced his fingers on Alex’s sensitive stomach. The man was reduced to a giggling, squirming mess in seconds.

“Wow!”, Laurens remarked, “Your still just as ticklish as you were last time. Funny how things stay the same, isn’t it?”

Alexander jerked back and forward, “Shuhuhuhut uhup!”

“Ooo, you should know better than to say that to Laurens, considering the position your in”, Lafayette teased, crawling his fingers into his tummy button, making him full on lose it.

“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“I don’t know what your doing Laf, but it’s working”, Laurens joked.

“STOHOHOHOP! HEHEHERC, LEHET ME GOHOHOHO!”

“Nope”, Mulligan responded simply, “Your finally taking a break, you should be grateful too us!”

Lafayette stopped the belly tickling, and went on to the man’s neck, making him giggle and pin it to his chest.

“Aww, your giggle is adorable Alexander”, Laurens cooed, joining Laf in attacking his neck and shoulder area. 

Hamilton only giggled in response. His cheeks were completely flushed, and he had the widest smile on his face.

“Say, are you enjoying this Alexander?”, Laurens asked.

“Noho!”, Hamilton lied. Yes, yes he was. Finally, his mind got to take a break. He wasn’t thinking at all about work, only about the ticklish sensations his friends were giving him.

“Sure you aaaaare”, Laurens cooed, scratching behind Alex’s ear, making him squeak and hide the side of his head to his shoulder. 

“Okay, this is cute and all, but I think we’ve attacked your neck enough”, Lafayette observed.

“Aww, Laf, don’t be such a party pooper”, John whined. 

“Nah, I just think it’s about time we got him in his worst spot”.

Laurens chuckled, “You, you don’t mean”.

“Yes I do!”.

Hamilton’s eyes widened. Mulligan dragged Hamilton gently to the floor and lifted his arms above his head. Soon, Lafayette was at one underarm and Laurens was at another. Hamilton collapsed into loud, shrieky laughter.

“NOHOHO!”

Hamilton desperately tried to pull his arms down to defend himself, but he couldn’t.

“Wow”, Laurens said, “You were right Lafayette, this is more fun!” Are you enjoying this too Alex?”

Hamilton could only laugh and squeal. The men were being ruthless. But yeah, he kinda enjoyed this too. Though, even Hamilton had his limits. 

“Plehehease”, Hamilton begged, “I cahan’t tahake it anymohore”.

The men guessed that was their cue to stop.

They stepped away from him, letting him catch his breath.

“I *pant* hate *pant* all of you”.

“Oh, but we know you love us”, Mulligan said back.

Hamilton rolled his eyes, “Shut up”. But he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. 

#hamilton tickle #ticklish!hamilton #ticklish!alexander #hamilton tickle fic #lee!alexander #ler!hamilsquad #hamilton fluff #request

[ellestra]

Superpowered life

I really liked how this episode took time to humanise both John Walker and the Flag Smashers.

I like how it gives us those moments from Flag Smasher’s point of view. Showing the small moments like Karli taking time to make sure the guy Walker shot is OK. And then her clear heartbreak for the friend who sacrifices himself. This is so different from the opening of last episode when Sam was killing LAF men left and right and Batroc didn’t care his people died. They were treated as disposable but Flag Smashers aren’t. They think themselves the heroes who fight for those who lived through Blip.

Last episode we saw the hurdles the returned have to go through but we also got a taste of the way those extra five years changed those left (from Hayward to Sarah). This episode we see the Walker and his group created as enforcers of the Global Repatriation Council so the returned at least have a body that takes care of their needs (even, as we see with Sam imperfectly) but it just makes those who grew up in the world without them more resentful (this movement seems to attract a lot of young people for whom the world without half of humanity became norm).

They had to give up a lot and their needs got swept under the rug when billions of people came back wanting the world to be just like when they left. It’s a misplaced anger (it’s not like those people had a choice and they are refugees often with even less than FS) but it is understandable and it’s no wonder there are so many people willing to hide them. And it’s hard for them not to feel vindicated when GRC sends men to “pacify” them. Making the Flag Smashers so diverse and throwing a guy dressed in American paraphernalia to fight them somewhere in Europe just drives home how not completely wrong they are.

But it looks like neither Walker nor our heroes are really the Flag Smashers big problem. It looks like they stole the serum that makes them super soldiers form Power Broker and that’s what was in those creates not vaccines. I wonder if they want to make so many more super strong followers or d the powers wear off with time and they need to keep taking it.

In many ways John Walker is a lot like Steve. He wants to help people and make the world better. He believes in the ideas of America and wants people to believe in them too. He wants to be the hope Steve was. He jumped on top of grenades. And he got really good at throwing that Shield fast (the way he saved Hoskins was pretty cool). He’s the best man for the job, isn’t he?

He’s even appropriately bashful about being lauded for his accomplishments. Feels weird about being trotted for shows in public. And have doubts he can live up to being Captain America. He’s also a little cocky and likes to use his influence (the government line, releasing Bucky) but that’s not that different than Tony. Or Thor. And he even has the same Big Three idea as Sam. He’s just like our heroes.

He’s just like those guys before they learnt their lessons about humility and blind trust. So isn’t us, or Sam and Bucky, not wanting to have to deal with that journey again just unwillingness to give him a chance?

But then the uncomfortable parts hit you. From the fact that he took the job over a black man. Sam isn’t completely wrong about becoming his own symbol and not just using Steve’s clout. The fact that John took it like it was something he deserved is already telling something about his confidence and show points us to the “white men confidence” on that by making it uncomfortable. From the way they have people of colour telling him he can do it. To the black best friend/sidekick. That last one really hit hard.

This is, however, not fully on John really. It’s on people who created him. In universe, the men who lauded Sam for giving up the Shield only to give it to a white dude. In real world on all those who keep creating protagonists like these.

This hit differently when the character of Captain America was created almost century ago and we were already so accustomed with him it’s easy to ignore the dissenting voices for the comfort of it’s always been like this. But there is still to many media that repeat this pattern over and over again with new characters.

The patterns so ingrained it has to be pointed out again and again how skewed that is and the show rammed it home with Walker calling both Sam and Bucky Steve’s wingmen. He was implying he wants them to be his now and they both went clearly “sorry, man, we are the protagonists now”. And that made him resort to threats and that is on him.

The thing about Steve was that there was plenty of brave, smart, decorated men with him in that camp. He wasn’t chosen because he was better then them at fighting but because of his heart and willingness to stand up for what is right no matter what. And when he jumped on the grandee he didn’t know he would survive. Walker has special helmet. And he clearly enjoys the privileges and power that comes with the position.

It’s all fun when he is the main character in this story - saving the Avengers and getting them out of trouble - but when they refuse to be appropriately grateful and fall in line his generosity turns to anger. And that really drives home that white man entitlement, doesn’t it? (I hope it does.)

And the show doesn’t stop there. There is still the way US government treated Isaiah Bradley. Bucky got pardoned for everything with just Steve’s backing but the man who protected Americans from him got nothing but abuse. All Bradley can have is being left alone while Bucky is recognised as an Avenger. At least Steve was always a hero but Bucky used to be a villain and he still is better off. It reminds us how long this has been and issue. (The kid is Eli, though, isn’t he?)

And then there is the way police treat Sam. The tone they use when they ask Bucky if “this man is bothering you”. And then complete change when Bucky says “do you know who that is” and the celebrity status hits and suddenly Sam isn’t jut a black guy but Mr. Wilson, the Avenger. But it really hits when it turns out Bucky is to be arrested because he missed his therapy session for a trip to Europe. The policeman is still polite and all “Mr. Barnes” and “sorry about this”.

We see Bucky’s super soldier serum powers in work (with jumping and running) and Walker I think just has the suit and good coordination but it’s clear their greatest superpower is being white men.

I liked this episode take on racism better as it was better at showing it as a background didn’t involve Sam ignoring his sister’s agency and her knowledge. And because it showed the status his celebrity grants him better, especially when contrasted with the life of Isaiah Bradley who has powers but not fame so none of the perks and all the burdens of being experimented on.

And I like the way it shows it also gets to those who are discriminated. After all the kid who calls Sam Black Falcon is black too. It’s just Falcon. No qualifiers necessary. But then Sam calls Bucky White Panther. The colour coding gets to all of us. (In Polish pantera = lampart and both mean leopard so we actually say żółta pantera = yellow panther along with black but I’m glad no one uses that for people.)

I also liked that Sam thought Bradley meant white people when he said Bucky’s people. I mean he wasn’t wrong since Hydra was pretty much white supremacist but still funny.

The only thing that bothered me was Bucky’s therapist forcing Sam into the session. The excuse was flimsy, the was no real indication she knows they fight all the time and the whole thing seemed to be only for that one line when Bucky admits he’s afraid Steve was wrong about him. But the execution of this was clunky and the moment with Bradley worked much better.

#the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #isaiah bradley #john walker #lemar hoskins #karli morgenthau #flag smashers #falcon #winter soldier #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #doctor raynor #tfatws #christina raynor

[nordleuchten]

La Fayette in Les Misérables

Les Misérables is one of my absolute favourite books. I never get tired of it – funny coincidence, La Fayette is also in there. I have read the book in three different languages now and noticed that the amount of La Fayette varies in the different versions. The French original sets the precedent of course. The English translation (or, as there are of course several different translations, the English translation I read) featured La Fayette ten times (just as often as the French original). My two German translations feature La Fayette less often than the French and my English one. With that being said, I present to you the La Fayette-szenes in Les Misérables (Les Misérables by Victor Hugo, translated by Lee Fahnestock and Norman MacAfee, based on the translation by C. E. Wilbour, published by Signet Classics, 1987)

Courfeyrac had a father whose name was M. de Courfeyrac. One of the false ideas of the Restoration in point of aristocracy and nobility was its faith in the particle. The particle, we know, has no significance. But the bourgeois of the time of La Minerve considered this poor de so highly that men thought themselves obliged to renounce it. M. de Chauvelin became M. Chauvelin,.M. de Caumartin was M. Caumartin, M. de Constant de Rebecque simply Benjamin Constant, M. de Lafayette just M. Lafayette. Courfeyrac did not wish to be backward, and called himself simply Courfeyrac. (Marius, book four, The Friends of the ABC, p. 653)

So the bourgeoisie, as well as the statesmen, felt the need for a man who would say "Halt!" An Although-Because. A composite individuality signifying both revolution and stability; in other words, assuring the present through the evident compatibility of the past with the future. -This man was found ready-made. His name was Louis-Philippe d'Orleans. The 221 made Louis-Philippe king. Lafayette undertook the coronation. He called it "the best of republics." (Saint-Denis, book one, A few Pages of History, p. 829)

I can not give you a direct written example where La Fayette said “the best of republics” but the statement mirrors his early impressions on Louis-Phillipe’s reign perfectly.

These memories associated with a king fired the bourgeoisie's enthusiasm. With his own hands he had demolished the last iron cage of Mont-Saint-Michel, built by Louis XI and used by Louis XV. He was the companion of Dumouriez, he was the friend of Lafayette; he had belonged to the Jacobin Club; Mirabeau had slapped him on the shoulder; Danton had said to him, "Young man!" (Saint-Denis, book one, A few Pages of History, p. 834)

These doctrines, these theories, these resistances, the unforeseen necessity for the statesman to consult with the philosopher, confused evidences half seen, a new politics to create, in accord with the old world, and yet not too discordant with the ideal of the revolution; a state of affairs in which Lafayette had to be used to oppose Polignac, the intuition of progress glimpsed through the riots, the chambers, and the street, rivalries to balance around him, his faith in the Revolution, perhaps some uncertain eventual resignation arising from the vague acceptance of a definitive superior right, his desire to remain in his lineage, his family pride, his sincere respect for the people, his own honesty-all of this preoccupied Louis-Philippe almost painfully, and at times strong and as courageous as he was, overwhelmed him under the difficulties of being king. (Saint-Denis, book one, A few Pages of History, p. 841)

The distress of the people; laborers without bread; the last Prince de Conde lost in the darkness; Brussels driving away the Nassaus as Paris had driven away the Bourbons; Belgium offering herself to a French prince, and given to an English prince; the Russian hatred of Nicholas; at our back two demons of the south, Ferdinand in Spain, Miguel in Portugal; the earth quaking in Italy; Mettemich extending his hand over Bologna; France bluntly opposing Austria at Ancona; in the north some ill-omened sound of a hammer once more nailing Poland into its coffin; throughout Europe angry looks peering at France; England a suspicious ally, ready to push over anyone leaning and throw herself on anyone fallen; the peerage sheltering itself behind Beccaria to deny four heads to the law; the fteur-de-lis erased from the king's carriage; the cross tom down from Notre-Dame; Lafayette weakened; Lafitte ruined; Benjamin Constant dead in poverty; Casimir Perier dead from loss of power; the political disease and the social disease breaking out in the two capitals of the realm, one the city of thought, the other the city of labor; in Paris civil war, in Lyons servile war; in the two cities the same furnace glare; the flush of the crater on the forehead of the people; the South fanaticized, the West uneasy; the Duchesse de Berry in La Vendee; plots, conspiracies, uprising, cholera, added to the · dismal mutter of ideas, the dismal uproar of events. (Saint-Denis, book one, A few Pages of History, p. 843)

In an instant the little fellow was lifted, pushed, dragged, pulled, stuffed, crammed into the hole with no time to realize what was going on. And Gavroche, coming in after him, pushing back the ladder with a kick so it fell onto the grass, began to clap his hands, and cried, "Here we are! Hurrah for General Lafayette! Brats, my home!” Gavroche was in fact home. (Saint-Denis, book six, Little Gavroche, p. 956-957)

Hence, if insurrection in given cases may be, as Lafayette said, the most sacred of duties, émeute may be the most deadly of crimes. (Saint-Denis, book ten, June 5, 1832, p. 1052)

A circle was drawn up around the hearse. The vast assemblage fell silent. Lafayette spoke and bade farewell to Lamarque. It was a touching and noble moment, all heads uncovered, all hearts throbbed. Suddenly a man on horseback, dressed in black, appeared in the midst of the throng with a red flag, others say with a pike surmounted by a red cap. Lafayette looked away. Exelmans left the cortege. This red flag raised a storm and disappeared in it. From the Boulevard Bourdon to the Pont d'Austerlitz a roar like a surging billow stirred the multitude. Two prodigious shouts arose: "Lamarque to the Pantheon! Lafayette to the Hotel de Ville!" Some young men, amid the cheers of the throng, took up the harness and began to pull Lamarque in the hearse over the Pont d'Austerlitz, and Lafayette in a fiacre along the Quai Morland. In the cheering crowd that surrounded Lafayette, a German was noticed and pointed out, named Ludwig Snyder, who later died a centenarian, who had also been in the war of 1776, and who had fought at Trenton under Washington and under Lafayette at Brandywine. Meanwhile, on the left bank, the municipal cavalry was in motion and had just barred the bridge; on the right bank the dragoons left the Celestins and deployed along the Quai Morland. The men who were pulling Lafayette suddenly saw them at the bend of the Quai, and cried, "The dragoons!" The dragoons were advancing at a walk, in silence, their pistols in their holsters, their sabers in their sheaths, their muskets at rest, with an air of gloomy expectation. At two hundred paces from the little bridge, they halted. The fiacre bearing Lafayette made its way up to them, they opened their ranks, let it pass, and closed again behind it. At that moment the dragoons and the multitude came together. The women fled in terror. (Saint-Denis, book ten, June 5, 1832, p. 1059-1060)

Ludwig Snyder was a historical person who indeed existed and not a person that Hugo made up.

Alarming stories went the rounds, ominous rumors were spread. "That they had taken the Bank" ; "that, merely at thencloisters of Saint-Merry, there were six hundred, entrenched and fortified in the church"; "that the line was doubtful"; "that Armand Carrel had been to see Marshal Clausel and that the marshal had said, 'Have one regiment in place first,' " ; "that Lafayette was sick, but that he had said to them, 'I am with you. I will follow you anywhere that there is room for a chair' "; "that it was necessary to keep on their guard; that at night people would pillage the isolated houses in the deserted neighborhoods of Paris (the imagination of the police was recognized here, that Anne Radcliffe element in government)" ; "that a battery had been set up in the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher" ; "that Lobau and Bugeaud were conferring; and that at midnight, or daybreak at the latest, four columns would march at once on the center of the emeute, the first coming from the Bastille, the second from the Porte Saint-Martin, the third from La Greve, the fourth from Les Hailes"; "that perhaps the troops would evacuate Paris and fall back on the Champ de Mars"; "that nobody knew what might happen, but that certainly, this time, it was serious." (Saint-Denis, book ten, June 5, 1832, p. 1067-1068)

I could not find any historical reference about the chair-quote and I am pretty sure that Hugo made that up - however, it sounds very much like something that La Fayette would say - and Hugo and La Fayette probably knew each other, although superficially. Toward the end of La Fayette’s life, when Hugo was still a young men, there were different salons in Paris that both attended and it is quite likely that they both ran into each other during one of these meetings.

At this moment the bantam rooster voice of little Gavroche resounded through the barricade. The child had climbed up on a table to load his musket and was gaily singing the song then so popular:

En voyant Lafayette

Le gendarme repete

Sauvons-nous! Sauvons-nous! Sauvons-nous ! (Saint-Denis, book fourteen, The Grandeur of Despair, p. 1143)

This scene is not featured in my German version. It is mentioned that Gavroche sang a song but the text is not given in that translation.

They take you, they hold on to you, they never let go of you. The truth is, there was never any amour like that child. Now, what do you say of your Lafayette, your Benjamin Constant, and of your Tirecuir de Corcelles, who kill him for me ! It can't go on like this." (Jean Valjean, book three, Mire, but Soul, p. 1317)

La Fayette did not made it into the musical version of Les Misérables (neither in the French Original nor in the more popular English version) although he would have fit perfectly in there. I also have never seen him featured in any of the countless movie or TV adaptations - officially at least. Some adaptations that feature the funeral of General Lamarque have some extras running around that I sometimes turn into La Fayette - that was not the intended casting but it worked out for me nonetheless :-)

#lafayette #la fayette #marquis de lafayette #general lafayette #french revolution #french history #american history #american revolution #georges danton #louis philippe #victor hugo #les miserables #les miz #les mis #the brick #gavroche #louis xi #louis xv #mirabeau #1987 #1776 #brandywine #ludwig snyder #books #france #musical #general lamarque

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

ch-ch-changes

joke from ig   t only knows 1 joke  - wait - 3 actually - but only 1 that he tells well enuff to b funny  

q   how many psychologists does it take to change a light bulb 

a    1  but it takes a long time - and the light bulb has to want to change 

(insert laffter )

so new joke 

q    how many philosophers duz it take to change a light bulb ?

philosopher          what do you mean by change ? 

and believe it or not - a nutshell synopsis of my life connection lately - duz u believe in synchronicity  - wait t - i think we jest cross the line by more than one toke and u aint smokin - from bad comedy - to awful not even - poetry guessing - and all things considered- an excellent morning like bill and ted’s adventure - if not fresh to deth like snoop it aint showtime - yet  -  gotta stay together imma here and now the speeker ( how many more x u gonna do that tired zen thing - only 1 but infinitely - and most ppl quit reedin at least a couple lines ago lol it happens its ok - old ppl tendz to repeat themselves and pls dont 4get the lazy ) but imma feel like guitar maybe  - wait is this some kinda philosophy actually more jungian  - no t dont venture  - run dont walk away renee a 2fer into those uncharted awmost rote enchanted waters muddy af now we got a playlist and havent even picked up guitar yet - order of operations t - calm - u gulped caffeine and nowadaze it affects u - fukkity fuk oh well im laffing - im ok just maybe too aware thats all or as my acupuncture  say “you got a lot going on “ and technically she dont know wat the 1/2 is but an eye lock and in terms of feelz no secrets locks off for a second  - u gotta trust someone sticking u w painful needles and some points - if blocked - r always painful - sometimes just once more than bare emotion pain i tap out - a fresh needle - and- its over im sorry - we move on but fukkkk  - and many i dont feel or barely - did u know im scared of needles - really - prolly - the only reason i lived thru the 80s - i tell her thinking good information - uh did we digress or wat 

anyway a joke 

funny and not really mean to anyone but imaginary philosophers - oh yah i was gonna write something about the cruelty of comedy - how gawd or goddess iz not a comedian but a trickster sometimes maybe but we - r human and our idea is flawed at best past the conception of love and we get soooooooooo fucked up on that subject sometimes - or iz that just me  - asking for a frend in need - now im jest being funny like a trixter method actor and again at wurst self efface and u know idgaf about a lot of things - and 

( ed hear - damn it contagious awmost included - any way - in everybodies best interest - t has left the building w the ghost of elvis on the astral plane with richman - should i have a contest for who gets the most references without a playlist - wait t stfu the joke pome whatever is ended i tell u - but wait theres more t calling picasso an .....) 

#make it stop

[callboxkat]

Just Your Average Ghost Hunt

Author’s note: I felt like writing a one-shot today, taking a break from my longer WIPs, and here’s the result! I hope you all enjoy.

Summary: Virgil has a YouTube channel where he talks about cryptids and conspiracy theories. Tonight, he sets out with his friend Roman on a ghost hunt. 

Warnings: ghosts, talk of death and murder, some crude humor, fear, Remus

Word Count: 1818

Writing Masterpost!

...

“You remembered the camera, right?”

“Wha—of course I remembered the camera! Come on, give me a little credit.”

“And it’s charged?”

Roman pouted at him, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

Virgil smirked, hopping out of the car. “Just checking.”

“It’s your camera, isn’t charging it your job?”

“Knowing you, you’d happily run down the battery before we even got here, with all those selfies you take.”

“That’s what my phone’s for,” Roman claimed, jutting out his chin. He slung the camera strap around his neck, double checking that it was secure.

“Oh, I see.”

“We’re not going to get in trouble for coming here, are we?” Roman asked, following after his friend and staring up the road.

“What, are you scared, Princey?”

“No, I just—”

“Because if you’re scared,” Virgil sighed dramatically, “we can go, I guess, but you have to be the one to tell Logan we still haven’t gotten his proof of ghosts. It’s your fault if he thinks we just couldn’t find it.”

Roman huffed. “What is it with you and proving to him that ghosts are real, anyway, Winnie the Boo? Isn’t talking about cryptids and conspiracies more your usual gig?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Is that really the best nickname you can come up with? Wow, you really must be scared.”

“What, we’re on a ghost hunt, aren’t we? And don’t avoid the question!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, closing the car door. He took out a flashlight and switched it on, casting their surroundings in high relief. “I wasn’t, calm down. I just want to see the look on the dude’s face when we show him actual video of a ghost.”

The pair’s boots crunched on gravel, twigs, and assorted debris as they began the trek up the long-disused road towards their destination. “So,” Roman asked as they clambered over a fallen tree, “what are you going to do if we can’t find one?”

“I have Photoshop.”

“Well—then why are we even out here? Just photoshop yourself up a ghost and be done with it, Wail-E!”

“That nickname was even worse. And besides—” Virgil hopped down, reaching up to help Roman, whose jacket had gotten caught on a snapped branch— “this is way more fun.”

“Speak for yourself,” Roman grumbled, inspecting his coat for damage.

“Come on, it’s not that far now.” Virgil started forward, flashlight held high. Roman scrambled after, not about to be left behind.

“I don’t like this.” Roman peered around at the surrounding trees, whose shapes and shadows seemed to warp as they passed, reaching towards the pair like spindly arms ready to drag them into the dark.

“I didn’t ask you to come. I’ve done plenty of these without you.”

“You’ve done plenty of these with Janus,” Roman corrected. “In our friends’ houses. Not in the middle of nowhere.”

“I wasn’t going to put this off just because he’s got a stomach bug. It’s supposed to rain all next week.”

Roman swallowed. “And I wasn’t about to let you come to some old abandoned house alone.”

Virgil turned, putting a hand on his chest and grinning. “My hero. Now turn on the camera, I see the house up there.”

Roman squinted, and saw that, in fact, he could make out the shape of some kind of structure ahead. It looked like it was practically part of the forest now, trees grown around it and nearly obscuring the shape in the darkness.

“Welcome to Virgil and Roman’s final moments,” Roman said, turning on the camera slung around his neck, “documented for all those who want to see us torn apart by crazy woods people, or bears, or wolves, or, possibly, ghosts.”

“Very funny,” Virgil said.

“Well, aren’t you going to say anything?” Roman said. “I don’t know, set the scene.”

“Kind of hard to do that when you keep talking, isn’t it?”

Roman stuck his tongue out.

Virgil turned to face the camera. “My name is Virgil, and the lug behind the camera is my friend Roman. Tonight, we’ve got a treat. We’re visiting an abandoned house, deep in the woods.”

Roman silently shook his head, amused at the exaggeration. The nearest major road was only a ten minute walk away.

“Legend says it’s been abandoned since the 50’s—”

“Is Wikipedia where you heard this “legend”?”

“Shut up, Princey. And no, it’s not, actually. Will you let me continue?”

Roman held up his free hand in surrender.

“Legend says it’s been abandoned since the 50’s, but no one had been able to stay in the house for more than a few months at a time even before that. Apparently, there was a murder here decades earlier, and the ghost of that person has haunted the place ever since.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Roman and I are here to get the first solid proof of this ghost, and share its existence with all of you.”

“I’m sure YouTube will love it.”

“I am so glad I can edit out all your dumb comments.”

“You know you love them, Count Woe-laf.”

“You’re going to make me wish I’d waited to come with J, I just know it. Just make sure you’re holding the camera steady.”

Roman smiled innocently, then turned the camera up to focus on the house.

“We’ve just arrived,” Virgil said, “And are about to head inside. Wish us luck.”

“Virge, you know this isn’t live, right?”

“Yes, Roman, I know that,” Virgil said. “Let me put in a little flair, okay?”

“I must be rubbing off on you.”

Virgil ignored this comment and approached the house, peering around the crumbling façade of the dilapidated structure. “It looks like the front door is padlocked, but this window is broken. We can put one of our jackets on the sill and climb in.”

“Wait—whose jacket, Virge?” Roman stepped back, clutching his own protectively.

“Oh, relax,” he said, rolling his eyes as he shrugged off his own jacket.. “Some of us thought better than to bring our favorite jacket on a ghost hunt.”

“If that roof collapses on us, I don’t want cheap plastic all that’s protecting me.”

“I’m pretty sure a jacket won’t save you if the roof collapses; but go off, I guess.”

“Thank you; I will.”

Virgil laid his jacket over the window sill and hopped inside. Roman climbed in after him, turning on his own smaller flashlight and looking around warily.

Dust motes hung in the air, which smelled of mildew. A few pieces of furniture remained in the house, each covered in a sheet that might have once been white. The space had not been spared from the elements. Weeds even grew between some of the rotting floor boards.

“I know this is where I’d want to live, if I were a ghost,” Roman commented dryly, eyeing a grimy puddle that had collected in a fold of one of the sheets.

“Ghosts are tied to places where they died, or to objects that were important to them. Or their body. Odds are, this ghost has no choice but to live here.”

Roman sighed. “Okay, anyway. How are we proving there’s a ghost here?”

Virgil slung off his backpack and pulled out a wooden board. “We’ll start with this. It’s a Ouija board.”

“A Ouija board?”

“Yeah. It channels spiritual energy and lets them talk to us.”

“I know what a Ouija board is,” Roman sighed. “I was just… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you brought one.”

Virgil sat down on the floor, beginning to set up the board. “Set up the tripod, so it can see both of us and the board. You sit across from me.”

Roman did as Virgil asked, then sat across from him. Each perched his fingertips atop the small, triangular piece of wood with a hole in it, which Virgil said was called a planchette. They slowly brought the planchette around in a circle, with Virgil narrating what they were doing and why, probably for the less supernatural-versed Youtube fans. Then Virgil said some mumbo-jumbo words about positive energy and communication, whatever; and then they finally they got to the questions.

“Is there a spirit with us in this house?”

There was a long pause, long enough that Roman started to think that maybe Logan had the right idea, before the planchette slid over to Yes.

That was you, wasn’t it, Virgil?

Virgil was trying to hide a grin. “How many spirits are here with us?”

1.

“What’s your name?”

The planchette slid over to B.

“Brandon? Bethany? Bella? Benjamin?”

U.

“…Buford? Bucky?”

T.

Virgil frowned. “Butler?”

T.

Roman bit his lip to keep from laughing.

S.

“Roman, stop messing with the planchette,” Virgil snapped.

Roman made an indignant noise. “I didn’t!”

“Spirit, I apologize for my friend. What is your name?”

B-U-T-T-H-O-L-E.

“Maybe it doesn’t want to tell us,” Roman said, shrugging and trying not to laugh.

Virgil was starting to look exasperated.

“Maybe it’s a kid. How old are you?” he asked.

6.

“You’re six years old?” Virgil’s mouth opened. “That’s so y…”

The planchette moved again, interrupting him.

9.

“69,” Virgil repeated. “Okay, maybe not a kid.” He glanced at Roman, looking suspicious, as if wondering whether he’d changed the results again. Roman pouted at him in response.

“How did you die?”

“Wow, that’s pretty personal, isn’t it?” Roman asked. “Ask it how it’s doing, at least.”

Virgil sighed. “They don’t usually stick around for long, Roman.” Then seemingly deciding to humor him, he asked, “Spirit, how are you?”

Yes.

“Well, that’s… an answer,” Roman said. Maybe the Ouija board was broken or something.

“How did you die?” Virgil asked, repeating his earlier question.

The planchette hovered for a few seconds.

K-N-I-V-E-S.

Roman swallowed.

“Oh.” Virgil shifted. “What year did that happen?”

4-2-0.

“Roman, seriously, stop.”

“I swear, it’s not me.”

“Fine, then let’s try again. What year did you die?”

D-E-A-D.

“Yes, you died,” Virgil said. “Do you remember what year that happened?”

Y-O-U A-R-E D-E-A-D.

Roman’s eyes widened. Virgil wouldn’t have done that, would he? “Um, Virge? I think maybe we should leave.”

“Are… are you a good spirit?” Virgil asked, his voice uncertain.

No.

The lights above flared into life, far, far too bright, like small suns. They shouldn’t have worked, even if they were still connected to power, or had the bulbs replaced in the past decade. Wind rushed through the room from an invisible source, the temperature dropping.

POP!

The light above them burst, sending sparks falling around them. The rest of the lights followed in rapid succession. The tripod fell over as if pushed, crashing to the ground between the pair and sending up a cloud of dust.

Roman and Virgil screamed, scrambling for the exit, pushing each other through the window, back into the woods. They raced back towards the car, both the camera and Virgil’s jacket forgotten.

Hysterical, cackling laughter followed them through the trees.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #ts sides #ts roman #ts virgil #ts remus #ts fanfic #ts fic #fanfiction #sanders sides fan fiction #just your average ghost hunt fic

[duckymcdoorknob]

Two Pints ‘A Sam Adams.

Prompt: The night after the Winter’s Ball, the guys hang at Laf’s house to discuss their luck. A very drunk John gets the blues when he learns Alex met someone. Until Laf gets an Idea...

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!

Warnings: drinking, tickling, A N G S T Y.

Ships: Lams

Word count: too fuckin many. Probably about 2.5-3k

1780, A winter’s ball. And Alexander was the envy of all. Well, just of his friends. The guys were gathered around Lafayette’s coffee table, reminiscing the night’s events...

“She was totally into you Laf.” Hercules chimed.

“She was! But Alex over ‘ere...” Lafayette spoke with a condescending tone.

“Okay you may be right...” Alex replied fearfully

“But...?” Hercules asked lifting his brows.

“There is no but. Angelica was totally hot, I wanted to try my luck.” Alexander spoke with a smirk.

“You asshole!” Lafayette playfully hit Alexander’s shoulder

“Well I heard...” John finally spoke up, “that you met a special someone tonight...”

“What are you trying to ‘ide, Alex?” Lafayette asked raising his eyebrows twice

“Nothing! Nothing! John is just shit blasted, that’s all.” Alexander laughed off Laf’s question.

“Fuck off, ‘lex! I’m fINE!” John replied with a huff.

“John.. that’s your third pint of Sam’s.” Hercules interrupted.

“I’m not even wasted yet! Fuck you!” John yelled as he took another swing of his alcohol.

“Annnnywayyyys...” Alexander responded, drawing the attention back to him, “I did meet someone”

Hercules turned to face him, Laf’s eyes lit up and John was... scowling?

Alexander went on to talk about Eliza. He talked about her eyes, her smile, her personality... everything. Lafayette left to grab John some water, so he wouldn’t pass out and die.

As Alexander went on, John found himself fighting away his tears. “Why is she so special? I have pretty eyes! And a dazzling smile... and a... tolerable personality.” John thought to himself. He sulked down into his chair, plastered an interested grin and toned Alexander out. His own mind turned on him, putting himself down until he didn’t believe in himself anymore. John brushed it off, he always felt this way. He didn’t feel good enough. It wasn’t until after a few glasses of water, and a little bit of sobriety, when he noticed he was actually hurting.

“John?” Alexander’s voice suddenly sounded, “John buddy are you okay?” His voice was full of concern, as he awaited a response from his friend.

“Alex what’s wrong? Oh shi- John!?” Hercules scooted towards the man.

“Shit guys ‘mfine... what are you all-“ John pauses abruptly. He looked down at his pants to see they were covered in wet spots. He was crying. “Oh yeah... haha that’d probably concern you. This just happens when I get drunk.” John was practically sober now. It wasn’t from his drunkness, it was from Alexander.

“If you say so... we wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. We love you man.” Alexander replied.

“Heh. Thanks.” John replies with a sniffle. “Except you don’t... you love Eliza...”

The guys went back to shooting the shit, leaving John alone in his thoughts once again.

Lafayette looked up at John, who had his hands balled up into fists. He clung tightly to the material on his pants, teeth gritted, eyes watering. Laf figured it would be best to not make a scene, so he slowly inched toward John. Once he was near him he ever so carefully brought himself up to John’s level. “You don’t seem fine mon ami”

John looked up at Lafayette, who wore a concerned face, with sympathetic eyes. He then hung his head in shame... how embarrassing, Laf caught him crying, again.

Alexander and Hercules went into the kitchen to grab some food, too immersed in their conversation to notice what was happening.

Lafayette helped John to his feet, and helped him out the front door. It was a mild night, the heat had not yet broken in the city. The crying man collapsed on the soft grass, Lafayette soon sat down criss cross. “Now please, John. Tell me what’s wrong”

John immediately broke down, wailing as he buried his head in his hands. Lafayette practically flung himself to embrace the crumbling man in front of him. “Everything’s going to be okay mon ami. Shhh. It’s okay.”

“He... he... Im just-“ John tried to manage through his hysterics.

“Take your time.” Laf said as he rubbed John’s back.

“I’m... I’m just...” John sighed, he couldn’t take it anymore, “I’m just gay, Laf.” He hung his head in shame, expecting Lafayette to scold him.

“Oh John...” Laf spoke up, “I’m not going to shame you for who you are”

John sighed in relief; tears continued streaming down his face.

“I catch you staring at ‘erc and Alex’s asses all of the time mon ami.” Lafayette said with a chuckle. “Come on, let’s go back inside.”

Laf wipes John’s tears away and helps him to his feet. On their way in, Laf sees the curtain ruffle quickly. Hercules and Alex has seen everything. When they open the door, Alex and Hercules were back in their chairs talking about random things.

“Oh. Hey John, hey Laf! Where’d you guys go?” Alexander questioned with fake interest.

“Oh uh... on a walk.” John said quickly

“To the store.” Laf said at the same time

“To the st-“

“On a walk.” They replied at the same time once more.

“On a walk to the store, yeah...” John replied

“John... dont bullshit us, we heard everything.” Hercules said quietly.

John hung his head in shame. Why couldn’t he just be normal?

“John listen.” Alex said with a half smile, “we aren’t friends with you because we thought you were straight. We’re friends with you because we love you for who you are. Also, how’s my ass look?” He said as he turned around and wiggled.

John let out a genuine laugh, “peachy keen good sir!” he said with a bow, “Thank you guys but.. I just don’t feel good enough for you.” He sighed and looked everywhere but at his friends.

“Well this is quite the dillema we’re in isn’t it.” Lafayette said as he looked at the other group members.

They all plastered the same grin, they knew JUST what to do.

“Come here John everything is fine.” Hercules said as he opened his arms. He pulled John into an embrace and sat down on the floor with him.

“Okay Herc thats enough hugging... seriously let me go.” John said as he tried to wiggle his way out of Herc’s grip. He got stuck at about his chest, he couldn’t move a muscle! “Hercules I mean it! I’m stuck!”

Alexander crawled towards the duo, with an evil grin on his face. “You know John, I think you need to lighten up a bit.” Alex said as he sat in front of them. “You just need to see yourself from our point of view.” Alexander pulled John’s blue shirt up to reveal his toned stomach. “Wow! You’ve been working hard, you’re looking great.”

John hid his head in Hercules’ arms, “Alex you’re embarrassing me.”

“Well I don’t want you to feel down upon yourself! Let’s get our old happy John back! Shall we, Laf?”

Alexander then rested his fingers on John’s stomach.

John yelped and squirmed in Hercules’ grip. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

“Yes we fucking would.” Lafayette responded as he gave John’s knee a squeeze.

The two got to work on John. Alexander spidered his fingers all over John’s stomach and sides, while Laf squeezed his knees and thighs.

John felt giggles bubbling up inside of him. “C..come on guys! You d-don’t have to d-do this!”

“But we do!” Alex responded as he changed his attack. He began to squeeze at John’s sides and stomach.

“S-sohohon of a bihihitch!” John whispered as he started giggling.

“That’s the sound we’re looking for!” Lafayette chimed as he straddled John’s legs.

Hercules pinned John’s wrists to the floor with one arm. “Sorry buddy, but it’s for your own good.” He said as he spidered his fingers into John’s clothed underarms.

The man thrashed under all of his friends’ attacks. “Nohohoho! Stahahahap ihihit!” He could only lay on Lafayette’s hard floor and endure his torment.

“Ooh Laf! You thinking what I’m thinking?” Alexander said as he let up his attack.

“Right ahead of you mon ami.” Lafayette responded as he slowly took off John’s boots.

Hercules was still enjoying his time working on John’s underarms. “N-n-nohohoho! Lahahahahaf! Plehehehehahahse dohohohohnt!”

“Sorry John! It’s for your benefit!” Laf chimed in response as he took off both of John’s boots.

Hercules let up his attack, “this should be fun.” He said with a chuckle. He held down both of John’s arms in preparation.

“WAIHAHAIT! PLEAHAHAHAEHESE!” John cried as Laf brought a finger towards his most ticklish spot.

“Such a beautiful sound, John! I think we should hear more!” Alexander said while straddling John’s hips, “ready, Herc? Laf?”

Hercules nodded and the men assaulted their spots. Herc worked his fingers around John’s underarms, Alexander drilled his thumbs into John’s hips, Laf masterfully assaulted John’s socked feet.

John yelled in protest as his friends’ attacks were almost overwhelming. “GAHAHAHA- OH GOHOHOHOD PLEEHEHEHEAHAHSE STAHAHAHAP!” He pounded his fist into the hard floor beneath him.

“ ‘ey! be careful with my floor! Don’t you dare brea-“ there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” Laf chimed happily. The three men stopped their attacks, expect for Alex who would sneak a few squeezes to John’s stomach.

The door opened and standing in the doorway was an intrigued Aaron Burr. “What in the hell are you three-“ John yelped as Alex poked him again, “four doing?”

“John is sad. He needed a laugh.” Alexander said giving John’s side a firm squeeze.

“Burr! Buhuhurr you gohohot to hehelp me.” John said panting

“Well I was going to come to talk about the ball but... hey. No reason to wait for it.” Aaron rolled his sleeves up and positioned himself at John’s side.

“Im doomed.” John said with his voice an octave higher.

Lafayette took his opportunity to peel off John’s socks. “Burr ‘es a screamer. Prepare yourself.”

Aaron chuckled and hovered his hands teasingly over John’s stomach.

Giggles poured out of him and he writhed about to get away from Burr’s torturous hands.

“Im not even touching you! What’s so funny?” Aaron after fake offended.

“Where’d you learn to tease like that?” Alex said with a chuckle.

“Only the best.” He nudged Alex’s shoulder.

“One.” Hercules spoke up suddenly.

“Two.” Aaron said as he positioned his fingers above John’s writhing figure.

“THREE!” They all yelled. John said his prayers in his head as he knew he was about to be wrecked.

Lafayette held back John’s toes and began to rake his fingers up and down the poor man’s most ticklish spot. Aaron squeezed at John’s stomach, Alex drilled into the man’s hip bones and Hercules was content at his underarms.

John cried out in agony as his attackers overwhelmed him.

“OHOHOHO MAHAHAHY GOHOHOHOD FUHUHUHUCK!” He screamed.

“Yo! There’s no fucking cursing in my ‘ouse!” Lafayette barked as he stared to spider his fingers along The ball of John’s feet.

Tears of mirth formed in John’s eyes as he could only sit and endure his torment. His laughter flowed out of him. His eyes were tightly squeezed shut and his whole body was shaking.

Hercules gently put his knees on John’s wrists. Careful as to not hurt him, and pulled John’s shirt over his head. He then began to spider his fingers along the sides of John’s arms, up into his underarms and all over his chest.

John smacked Hercules lightly in the back, but gave up and endured the hell he was facing.

Aaron stopped his attack, audibly apologized to all his friends for what he was about to do, and prepared his next assault. “Watch this.” He yelled over John’s thick laughter. Everyone’s attack stopped and John took this time to breathe. “I learned this from a friend of mine.” Burr said while bringing him head down towards John’s stomach. He put his lips together a blew a fat raspberry into John’s stomach.

“BUHUHURR- AHHH! AHH MAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAD! DOHOHOHONT!”

The trio took this as their final stretch before John would be too tired. They all increased their attack tenfold and watched John move into hysterics.

“MER- MERHEHEHEHCYHYHY! I CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHKE IHIHIT AHAHAHNYMOHOHOHOREHEHE! AH GAHAHAHAHAD PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHASE! STAHAHAP!”

Everyone stopped immediately and got off of John. Alex gave one last poke to John’s sensitive stomach. The man yelped and curled into a ball.

“Nohoho... nohoho mohohore.” He said in soft laughter as he felt a pair of hands on his body.

Lafayette picked up John like a baby and put him on the couch.

The three other men chatted with Lafayette as they let John rest. Nearly an hour into their chat, Alex spoke up.

“I think he feels much better now.” Alex brought up quietly.

“Agreed.” Hercules responded

“What was he upset about in the first place?” Aaron inquired.

“I don’t know.” Lafayette lied, “maybe ‘e was upset that ‘e didn’t bring ‘ome a date.”

John sighed in relief from his spot on the couch. “Thanks Laf.”

Hercules and Alex looked back at John, who was still smiling.

“Well.” Aaron said as he stood up from his chair, “I best be going”

Just as Burr went to open the door, the sky opened up and it was pouring outside.

“Since you cant go anymore.” John spoke up, “C..can you um... c..can you do that again?” He said with a flushed face as he looked to the floor.

Burr smiled evilly and sighed. “John Laurens, are you trying to tell me that you enjoyed us completely wrecking you? And now you want us to do exactly that once again?”

John tried to stutter out a response

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” Aaron interrupted, “gentlemen?”

The quad smiled evilly and charged at John, then they soon had him on the floor in the same position.

John’s sweet laughter was heard echoing for hours again.

#hamilsquad #hamilton #hamiltrash #lams #daveed diggs #ticklishjohn #lee!john #ler!lafayette #ler!hercules #ler!alexander #ler!burr #tickle #lin manuel miranda #oak #hamilton tickle

[jacepens]

Imagine this conversation between Laf and George in a cab: 11. -And what do you do for living?/-I work...with people./-What, like a social worker?/-Like a prostitute./-Oh./-But you won’t be able to afford me./-How would you know?/-Oh, please, you’re a cab driver. Only the most successful businessmen can afford me. And just so you know, I have a knife. Just in case./-Then I’m really lucky that I’m not just a cab driver but an owner of a billion dollar corporation./-Yeah, right, tell yourself that

Hahaha! Oh my gosh I love this idea too!! xD And honestly, I don’t know if you wanted George to be 100% serious or not so oops I went the serious way and have a million questions for the billionaire driving the cab around NYC for fun xD. Up until the end you could still say he’s joking if you want! Honestly both are very good choices. But I hope you enjoy and thank you again for sharing!!! 

Enjoy!! <3 (I think I actually got a consistent tense this time! Yay! Lol) And yeah, you know how there’s like the iconic yellow taxis but then also those black SUV cabs that are nicer but still NYC cabs? Yeah, that’s what George drives. (If that’s even the type of car it technically is...I’m so bad at that) His also has a sunroof because he’s pretentious like that and it gets him like $1 extra

***

George watches as the stranger climbs into the back of his cab, grabbing and adjusting his crossbody bag as he settles into the seat opposite of George in the back. He turns around to give him a little smile, gauge the stranger’s personality and interests as well as he could, but the man didn’t seem to care much about him, looking instead in his purse.

“Where to?” he asks that same old question.

“Could you take me to 212 Fifth Avenue?” the man smiles as the words come out in a sweet, French accent.

George does not mean to be so openly interested, but suddenly, the whole of his lovely smile is pinpointed at him and it is far too dashing, even more so when paired with his gorgeous accent. George swallows and adjusts his grip on the wheel- deciding looking away from him might be best.

The nervous words sputter from George’s mouth before he can hold his tongue. An old habit, the way he gets better tips and learns more about the hundreds of people that pass through his SUV. “You don’t live there do you?”

The man laughs, a joyous and endearing thing that forms a lump in his throat. He glances at his mirror to better study the attractive man and for a moment almost forgets he is supposed to be driving.

“Oh, non, monsieur,” he purrs, “I just have some work there, is all. Well, not at that building exactly, but close enough and far enough that we can have deniability.”

George tries to push that sweet noise and accented words to the back of his mind, turning on his blinkers as he gauges an opening in the traffic. When there is the slightest hint of opportunity, George pushes his way in between the cars, settling still against his seat once more.

He glances up in his mirror to see the attractive man has pulled out his phone and is tapping away at something. The pale white light so perfectly reflects the man’s cheekbones and nose and jaw and- George slams on his brakes when he barely notices the stopped car, heart pounding in his chest.

The man jumps, and looks up in alarm only to settle back down once he sees it’s fine. Really, George isn’t even the worst driver in the city, but it seemed that it still frightened the mysterious man now looking out the window to watch the setting sun peeking through tall skyscrapers.

George clears his throat, trying to make sure he can still get a decent tip. “So then, what kind of work do you do?” he asks, innocently enough.

The man frowns a bit, his brow furrowing as he seems to consider his answer. “I work...with people,” he pauses.

“Oh! So like a social worker?” Maybe some kind of nanny hired by a rich family that’s too ‘busy’ to deal with their rowdy, normal child and shucking it off on someone who could help while they vacation in London or Hong Kong. It’s awful of the parents, but there could be good money in that.

George sees the man shake his head, biting down on his lip before hesitantly continuing. “Non, like a prostitute.”

Oh. And it is then that his mind very conveniently replays what the man said earlier and- oh. Yes, well that was nothing new to George, just simply unexpected for a prostitute to look so, well...put together.

It was not everyday that George saw a prostitute with perfectly manicured nails, sweeping and soft curly hair, only maybe a bit of natural makeup to hide blemishes. Really, he just looked like an everyday person to George although- that’s all any prostitute was, ‘put together’ or not. That didn’t make it any less odd though.

“But don’t worry,” the man giggles, breaking George from his thinking, “you couldn’t afford me if you wanted to.”

George stopped and suddenly grinned, looking in the mirror to catch the man’s playful smirk. “And how do you know that?”

The man snorted, undignified and probably meant to send daggers at him, but George could only keep smiling at him. “You’re a cab driver. And just because you have the nice, SUV one really won’t make that much of a difference for me.” The man sits up straighter, his legs crossed at the knee as he continues spouting about his value. So he was a prideful and trying thing was he? “Only the most successful businessman can afford my services, oh and, if you’re curious- I am not unarmed,” he smirked, it turning into a wider grin.

The man’s uppish behavior should not make his blood sing and warm with thoughts of taming the bratty thing- but, it is too late now it seems.

“Well then.” George adjusts the mirror to ensure the man can see his face. “I must be extremely lucky to not just be a cab driver, but the owner of a billion dollar company here in the city,” he announced with some pride. Billion dollar was an underestimate- multi-billion was more accurate, but he wouldn’t brag more than necessary.

This time, he is waiting for the man’s charming laughter. He buzzes through traffic as his sonorous laugh pulls his own lips upward. “Oh, yes, keep telling yourself that,” he giggles.

“Really,” he teases, “I mean it.”

“Oh and so then what is the name of this company, hm?”

Stopped at a red light, George turns to look him in the eye. “A name for a name?”

The man considers him, an amused smile lighting up his face. “Alright, a name for a name.”

The light turns green and George is finally able to move again, stepping on the gas to reach as far as he can before being stopped again.

“Washington International Realty,” George pipes up before the man can and he sneaks a glance up to watch his face drop for a moment before setting back into the amused smirk.

“Yes, ok, very funny, sir. Drop the biggest realtor in the city and I will not be suspicious of you,” he grins. “Gilbert du Motier Lafayette, but you can call me Lafayette.”

“Lafayette, then it is a pleasure to meet you.” George pulls up to the building Lafayette told him.

Lafayette smiles and starts rummaging through his bag. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Washington,” he chuckles, and it still makes his heart sing.

Lafayette hands him a business card and a hundred dollar bill.

“Here, you might as well start saving now, handsome boy. And, tell your friends,” he says with a wink George knows means call me. No promises, but I kind of like you.

And just like that, he watches Lafayette get out of the car and make his way down the street. George reaches up and turns off his light just for a moment so he will not be disturbed by another busy New Yorker.

Lafayette, just a bit taller than others around him and with the aura to make him stand out is quite easy to watch and see slip past a large, elegant doorway and likely to his client. Glancing at the number, George takes note of the property, jogging his memory for information and remembering only details about the architect and types of glass used in construction.

He knows that he absolutely should not go digging through his files to get a list of names of people who could be living in those apartments and penthouses right now, but curiosity pulls at him. There are always a large handful of people who might not be living there right now, choosing their summer home in Paris or whatever it might be.

Curiosity and interest rap at the door, and George turns on his light to let the next person- a couple this time- inside and drives them down the too-crowded streets of New York City.

*** Can I just say I adore Lafayette in this?

#snippet #request #washette #mariiamo27

[blissicle]

I got chills, they’re multiplying Pt.1

(Plus a little bonus part)

Word count: a little under 1.7k words (bonus: 730 words)

Parings: Prinxiety, background moceit and intrulogical

Warnings: just one I think. Which is mentioned homophobia. But also cursing if you count “what the hell” as one. But let me know if there’s anything else

Note: hey! So this was inspired by @count-woe-laf ‘s idea of roman and Virgil working at a vintage cafe and just being gay with one another. I meant for it to be a quick little story, but I uh may have wrote a bit more than expected... also I wrote a bit of part 2, and figured I might as well include that too as a bonus. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s my first ever fic I’ve written, so it’s not perfect, but hopefully it will still be good. Enjoy!

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“Alright I’m heading out” George declared while fiddling with the last button of his heavy coat, “make sure you close up the shop”

George strode over to the door, hand on the handle but paused looking back at the two, with a sudden looked fury, eyebrows burrow and mouth in a twisted frown with a cold stare that could kill, “and if I return finding a single object broken or a spec of grime on my establishment, I’ll kick ya out the door with no hesitation.” He spat.

And as quickly as it appeared, his frown turned into a sickly smile and George’s face instantly brightened, quite an unnatural and nerving quirk of his that roman has yet to get used to, “have a fantastic evening boys! And don’t take any wooden nickels!” George called back while pushing the door open, the wave of icy air flowing inside then quickly disappearing as the door closed shut from behind him.

Roman looked over to Virgil who shivered violently “Is that from the weather, or George?” roman asked amused as Virgil scrunched up his nose and grimaced “both”

Roman chuckled a bit at the response, as he himself felt the same edging nerves.

“He just gives me the creeps...” Virgil mumbled

“Hey at least he’s letting us host a movie night”

Virgil shrugged “yeah I guess” and stood up from leaning on the counter and walked over to the empty tables “come on help me stack up the chairs”

Roman nodded In response and look around the room with a pleasant smile. He always adored the look of the cafe, since it resembled the charming architecture of New Orleans quite a bit, but it looked even better when closing up for the day. The golden evening sun shone through the glass onto the light spring green of the walls, reflecting off of black and white photos and signed records scattered across the wall. it gave the accents made of dark wood framing the corners and ceilings a warm and tender graze too. He looked outside as the winter wind blew a few left over autum leaves into the streets as the occasional car came rushing by. roman sighed with a smile, feeling content with the calming atmosphere around him.

“Roman?” Virgil called back

Roman snapped back to reality “huh? oh right, sorry” And he promptly set to work, picking up a wooden chair from the near by table and setting it upside down on the table, as Virgil did the same across the room.

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Despite his dislike for their boss, who in which Virgil often speculates to be a murder in hiding, Virgil actually enjoyed working at the vintage cafe. Well, the actual working part where he had to talk to customers wasn’t that particularly fun, but he enjoyed being there with roman. Roman always has infuriated him since day one, with roman singing any and every Disney song just to annoy Virgil (only for him to be humming it the very next day under his breath) ,or his insistence of being extremely extra any chance he got, he still somehow ended up being good friends with the insufferable good hearted idiot that is his coworker, not to mention have the same group of friends as him.

After the last chair was put up, Virgil sighed and walked over to said-idiot who was sitting at the counter. He looked up from his phone when Virgil sat down next to him. “So what movies did you bring to choose from?”

Roman perked up at this, “oh! hold on let me go get them!” He rushed to the back room and came out a moment later with a giant box filled with many many CD’s and set it on the counter, “before I left this morning I made sure to bring my fabulous collection of Disney movies, and a couple of other stuff” roman explained proudly,

Virgil looked at the box on the counter and then looked over to roman with a incredulous look on his face, eyebrows raised.

“What? I couldn’t possibly choose between any of my darling babies!” Virgil just rolled his eyes in response, trying to smother the fond smile peaking at his the corners of his mouth. After a brief moment, he looked back to roman who was smiling... at him for some reason. “...What?” Virgil asked smirking back at roman unable to hide his own smile anymore.

“It’s nothing I just...” roman doesn’t finish and seems to be spacing out again, a habit virgil has learned he does quite often, but he’s staring at virgil with a look of what he can only describe as admiration at the very least.

Roman’s jade green eyes are gleaming softly as he’s looking at him reminding virgil of candle light and the evening sun shines on his face making his small smile even brighter. Roman suddenly shakes his head dragging himself out of his thoughts, “Sorry, I- uh spaced out there for a second,” Roman cleared his throat, and started busying himself with taking the CD’s out of the box.

“It’s ok” Virgil responded and looked down at the floor. Then he glances back up a roman and He notices a single lonely strand of hair falling down on his forehead, out of place from the rest of roman’s bronze curls and waves on his head. Without thinking Virgil leans forward and raises his hand and starts playing with the loose strand, twirling it and wrapping his finger around it

“it’s kinda funny sometimes to see you space out anyways, you always have that stupidly cute smile on your face whenever you do,” Virgil mumbled under his breath still smirking, then glances down to roman’s flushed freckled face and-

OHGODWHATDIDHEJUSTDO

wait- WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY?

The sudden sound of the door opening followed by the wave of icy air against Virgil’s now heated face caused him to draw his attention away from the moment and instead to the man in the doorway, who worked at the family-owned library across the street. “Oh h-hey specs!” The flustered expression on roman’s face had turned into an awkward smile, face still pink.

Virgil cleared his throat uncomfortably, “...didn’t you have something to do with the debate team today?” He asked

Logan, observing the odd tension between the two but saying nothing of it, took off his heavy coat and hanged it up on the coatrack. “it was cancelled do to Mr. Wells catching the flu, and Janus who was planning to take me to the meeting, apparently has a cold due to the weather”

Virgil snorted and rolled his eyes “yeah like he’s not just faking it”

“Perhaps, remus has mentioned to me accounts of the past where Janus had successfully faked an illness” Logan considered, “but I highly doubt he can convince Patton” Logan strode over to the box eyebrow raised, “Roman, did you bring your entire library of Disney movies?”

Virgil respond before roman opened his mouth “yep.” Behind him, he heard roman’s offended stuttering.

“They’re not all Disney! I have other movies than just that, like-“ roman looked down and searched through the box “see? Like princess bride! Among other things!”

Logan sighed and took the box and carefully dumped it on the counter and began shuffling through them. Once again, came the sound of door opening followed by the wave of icy air that made them all shiver slightly.

“Sorry I’m late you guys!” Patton stood in front of the door taking off his scarf and cap, “Janus seemed to have a cold and I couldn’t have possibly left him there like that until I made him cream of broccoli... though i didn’t have time to make sure he was sick, but he didn’t seem like he was faking it”

Virgil saw roman make a gagging face at the mention of ‘cream of broccoli’ and kicked him playfully under the counter to get him to stop before Patton saw. Roman pouted and mouthed a little ‘HEY’ and kicked Virgil back. Which Virgil ignored him as he said,” it’s fine Patton” then turned to kick roman again, which prompted a kicking war as they both attempted to kick and deflect the other.

Logan rolled his eyes at the nonsense and turned to Patton,” well conveniently, you came in just in time. we were just in the middle of selecting what movie to watch”

“Oh, great!” Patton cheerfully walked over to the movies displayed as Logan explained, “Roman predictably brought an abundance of Disney movies, but of course in case one of us disagrees, I’ve separated the non-Disney produced films into this group here” Patton nodded and looked over all the selections, wall-e... sleeping beauty... Harry Potter...

“Wait roman you have Greece?!” Patton gasped and picked up the CD.

“Huh?” Roman turned from Virgil mid-kick.

“Greece!” Patton held up the cd, “I didn’t know you watched it!”

Roman, with a look of confusion for a moment, suddenly made the connection,” oh! that must’ve gotten mixed up with my collection of movies I took with me when I moved out with my step-dad, I think that may be my mom’s. Sorry padre”

Patton gasped again, “what? You haven’t seen Greece?!”

“What’s ‘greece’?” Logan questioned

“Oh my goodness! Have none of you guys seen it?!”

Logan and Virgil shook their heads, “I mean I think I saw my mom watch it once or twice but I don’t have a good memory of it” Roman shrugged

“Ok, that’s it. We’re watching Greece. You guys have to watch it!” Patton announced, despite the unsure looks of the rest, “Don’t worry! It’s a really fun and cheesy! So we can make fun of it! That’s what me and my aunt used to do all the time when i was younger!”

Logan looked to roman and Virgil,” do we all agree on watching Greece then?”

Roman shrugged, “sure!” followed by Virgil nodding,” yeah I guess”

Patton brightened, “yay! And don’t worry, I’m sure guys will enjoy it!”

Bonus:

“Have a wonderful evening Ms.Garcia!” Roman called to the exiting woman, who said nothing while looking down at her phone, but then waved a few seconds later, eyes still strained to the screen and left.

“Rude.” Roman mumbled, followed by a small snort he heard coming from his stormy knight in black leather beside him.

“yeah at least you didn’t have to deal with her order,” virgil grumbled, “where were you anyways? I thought we’d agreed to handle that homophobic prick together,”

“I was cleaning the sink!” Roman argued

Virgil eyed him, “it doesn’t take that long to clean the sink,”

“Ok fine, so I may have took my time with it..”

“Princey, really?!”

“I’m sorry! Look, I-“ roman wanted to say anything but the stupid truth that what he was actually doing was texting Remus for help on how he could smoothly ask the dreaded emo out.

As suspected, his suggestions were either too difficult to pull off, or inappropriate for freshman in high school like themselves. ‘What did you do to get Logan to go out with you?’ He remembered asking, ‘uhhhh I think I just asked him to do something with me that peeked his interest, like the first time we dissected a bunny-‘ roman refused to read the rest of the message from there on. Something that peaked his interests...

“How about this... if I let you choose a movie for us to watch together like a movie night of sorts, will you forgive me?” Roman suggested.

“Mmm...”

“Please my chemically imbalanced romance???,” roman pleaded, hoping the reference will help win him over.

“Ugh ok fine. Next weekend, Friday night. Ok?”

Roman brightened, “its a date then.” Roman agreed proudly. Virgil raised his eyebrows, oh god-, “like, you know, a friend date... with friends. Well, if you want to invite the others” please say no, please say no-

“Yeah that would be fun, let me text the group chat to see if anyone can make it,”

WAIT NO-

“Ok Logan and Janus apperently have an after school thing... Remus said he was busy.... oh cool Patton said he could make it” GAUH- WHY?!

“Sounds great!” Roman forced a smile. Maybe it wouldnt be that bad.. right?

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It’s bad. It’s so so bad. He’s screwed. After excusing himself from the group to head to the bathroom, roman was finally able to think back and comprehend those few moments previous to Logan’s entry. Roman quickly shut the door behind him and leaned against. He took a deep breath and slid down to the floor, with a dopey grin on his face. It all happened to fast, Roman couldn’t help but notice the small shy smile coming from him, god it was so adorable. Suddenly Virgil looked over and caught the look roman gave him. Usually, roman would have covered it up, made a quick excuse, and he was in the middle of already doing so. But that gosh darn golden evening sun poked out of the clouds at the worse time possible. And roman was unable to think of anymore thoughts other than how incredibly breathtaking Virgil looked. The sunshine on his hair made it look so soft and messy and unkempt, his bangs failing to hide the absolute treasure that is his eyes. His eyes reflected the light, showing the streaks around his iris light up like brash elegant lightning. But even without the dramatic lighting, Roman has to admit his smile was absolutely the cutest thing about him, wide and joyful and just so full of pure happiness, rare enough to where anyone who was able to witness it must’ve considered themselves the luckiest human being on earth. Till he snapped out of it. He apologised, trying to act busy with moving cd cases around, but before he could even began cursing himself, Virgil leaned in closer to roman, which in fact has been the closest he’s ever been to him. Roman turned his head towards him, and the image of Virgil’s stupid gorgeous smirking face inches away from his, dark eyes filled with lightning, looking slightly above roman’s line of sight WHILE TOYING WITH A LOOSE STRAND OF HIS HAIR, is stuck in his mind on loop forever and forever. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the memory, he was saying something, wasn’t he? What did he say??

#first fic!!! #yay!! #prinxiety #background moceit #background intrulogical #sander sides fic #I got chills they’re multiplying #sorry Pen i didn’t know you liked logicality before I wrote it #I just did my personal favourite parings as background #but I hope you enjoyed it! #love ya friend #roman sanders #Virgil sanders #blissful writing #<— new tag for my writing stuff