#John Laurens fluff

[dorkszn]

— letting you do their hair

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

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

PHILLIP H !

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

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

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

✩ tender headed as fuck

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

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

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

☆ watching your favorite shows 🤝 washing and drying his hair

THOMAS J !

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆ you guys have matching bonnets

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

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

ALEXANDER H !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆ scalp massages >>>

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

JOHN L !

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

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

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

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

☆ you also do most of his haircuts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[your-everyday-theatre-kid]

LAMS FANART I'VE COLLECTED OVER TIME

*I own absolutely NONE of them, credits to the original artists, y'all are amazing!! <3*

I have more but this post will be WAY too long..

AHHH I FUCKING LOVE LAMS

THEY ARE SO CUTE OMG THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER OMG OMG JOHN IS ALWAYS SO FUCKING HAPPY AROUND HIM AHHH

THE FANART IS ALL SO CUTE MY FAV FAN ARTIST IS SZIN I LOVE THEM ALL PEOPLE ARE SOO TALENTED

[jennicatzies]

*steals laurens*

THIS IS MINE >:D

*skitters away*

What the hail where are you going with him ⁉️⁉️

[magoapple]

The Story of Tonight

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Word Count: 1,345

Genre: Historical au

Warnings: Not really a warning but this not historical accurate and is not about the actual historical person but the Laurens by Anthony Ramos

Summary: You've been friends with the Schuyler sisters for years and they invite you to the winter's ball. At the ball you meet eyes with John Laurens and you know you're helpless.

You always wore dresses in shades of lavender, making you a sight for all eyes. You were also born into a family of wealth as the only child. Your job was to marry rich and have children. However, you never found yourself interested in any of the men who crossed your path. Angelica told you that tonight would be different, as there was a ball for Washington and his troops.

In your normal life you weren't too acquainted with soldiers, so you gave in to her request and joined the Schuyler sisters at the ball. One big problem was you had no idea what to wear. Sure you had many gowns, but none seemed to pick your interest. That was until your fingers came across a lavender gown with white ruffles at the ends of the corset, sleeves that ended at the elbow and were adorned with the same pearly white ruffles. There were also pearls along the neckline and you knew this was the dress.

After your handmaidens helped you get dress and do your hair into a beautiful low bun with a pearl clip, you could hear the Schuyler carriage pull up to your home. Squealing, you made your way outside, curtsied at the men opening the door for you. As they did, you could see big smiles on Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy's faces. “Ladies I am truly thankful for the invitation.” Angelica smiled and shook her head while Eliza pulled you into the carriage. “Come on Y/N we don't want to be late!”

It did not take long till you all arrived at the ball and were quickly greeted by eligible, some not, men. You and Angelica were both tired of them men just trying to suck up to you two and not be true and honest. While chatting with the sisters you heard some noise and noticed Washington and his troop were now here. You paid respect and turned to curtsy when your eyes fell on a certain soldier.

He had freckles all over his face and luscious brown curly hair. It felt like your heart stopped beating and everyone was frozen. That was until Eliza tapped on your shoulder bringing you out of your trance. "Hm?"

"Y/N you were staring is everything alright?" You quickly blinked and turned to face her with a smile. "Yes, I'm fine just... Do you know who that man is." As you pointed Eliza shrugged but placed her hands on the small of your back. "No, but you should go talk to him he's cute." Before you could you answer she was already walking you towards the man.

You noticed the small group of men around him smile and back away so he could take a step forward. You felt like you couldn't speak and you needed a timer telling you when to breath in and out. All it took was one smile and a kiss on your hand from the man and you were done for. "John Laurens at your service ma'am." So that was his name, come to think of it you did hear about the Laurens and their wealth from your father but never did you think their son would be this breathtaking. "Are you going to introduce yourself m'lady?"

If you weren't embarrassed you were now as you look at his smirk ridden face. "Ah yes my apologies Y/N L/N it's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, say would you care to take this over to a less crowded area?" You nodded and laced your arm through his as you walked to a more secluded place. You felt so helpless being near John. You had just met the man yes, but you could already feel the sparks flying. "I must say I have heard of the L/N family but they never mentioned the daughter was as beautiful as I am seeing now."

You knew he had to be a flirt and you also knew your game was not the best. "Well the feeling is mutual. I don't mean to burden you, but I'm not great at communication at least not right now." John had given you look of confusion and you sighed. "Please do not laugh. When I'm near you I feel like the world has stopped and it's just us in it, like my heart is beating so fast I can't feel it."

He took your hands into his and smiled the brightest smile you had ever seen. "Y/N when I look at you I feel this sense of longing I never had before, and I do not want to let it go. I have to be honest with you, I am a soldier fighting in the war where we do not know what will happen. If I'm to court you, and if your father accepts, will you take the possibility of not knowing?"

You understand every bit of his words and held his hands tighter. "I do accept, all I ever wished for was a man who had his life planned how he wanted and was never afraid to do the unimaginable. Only request is you write to me when you can?"

"I'm not the biggest writer but for you I promise to send you letters." A beautiful smile made it way to your face and you couldn't feel any happier than now.

During the week's at war John sent you four letters, and you re read them every day. In reading them it was almost as if you could hear his voice. You learned that Eliza hit it off with Alexander Hamilton at the ball and she was also receiving letters from him. The pair was also getting married the next day.

As the day came you were excited for two things. One, your dear friend Eliza had met the love of her life, and the other was you had believed you did too. John Laurens was there at the wedding, so were the others but you only cared for him.  You knew you weren't to walk with him as the maid or honor, Angelica, and the best man, John, had to walk together. However you gladly waited for him with the same smile on your face from the first night you met.

The wedding was beautiful and so was the reception, especially because you were able to get some time with John alone. "I missed you dearly, have the soldiers been good to you?" He chuckled and moved a stray hair from your face. "Yes, even they weren't I wouldn't stop fighting for what I believe in and neither should you."

You knew what John was talking about, it wasn't like a war but you knew you would have to fight for it. See you wanted to open a library for kids of the unfortunate, where they could learn to read and write. John mentioned in a letter after you told him about how your caring nature was something he loved about you. Love, it wasn't a word you two expressed before but once he wrote it, the word and feeling became a frequent.

"I'm still in the works of convincing my father, but all can be on the side for now because I want to relish my time with you before you leave again."

"I know my dear Y/N, sadly we can't stay long after the wedding, but my dear I promise to write more than I have and I will help win this war to come back to you if you'll have me." You nodded and held his hands. "I will always wanted you John Laurens always. I'll get this library started and when you come back we can get married, have children and show them how beautiful the world can be."

John caressed your cheek and looked into your eyes deeply. "I would love nothing more than a family with you Y/N." As he was leaning in you did as well giving him a kiss goodbye hoping he'd come home to you.

[maicenaconmate]

Historical Hamilton x Laurens.

They're just enjoying the summer stars

[almaprincess66]

It came to me in a daydream but the following scene got into my brain:

Hamilton standing on a table delivering a monologe being real magestic and prideful and collected. And when he finishes he realises that he has to get off the table but stumbling down would ruin this amazing picture so he hushes Laurens there to take him down the table.

And Laurens does by grabbing him like he weights nothing and puts him down directly in front of him and they stare into each other's eyes but then realise that they are in fact surrounded by people. So Laurens quickly brushes off Hamilton's shoulder and they both hold up their hands with a thumbs up going

"All good? " "All good." And then they akwardly smile while nodding.

Idk why but this looked really funny in my head.

[multifamdomfan]

Why Does Love Hurt So Much? Pt. 2

@ivysayssup

Alexander Hamilton x reader(x John Laurens)

The good news is the nurses healed the wound and there was nothing left there but a scar but the bad news is that Dad is sending me back home. Before I left I told the truth about who I really am to Hercules, Lafayette, and John. They understood why I lied about my name and gender but was glad that I was honest about everything else. I couldn't bring myself to see Alex again, I didn't know what I would say or what his reaction would be. When I got home I studied law and eventually became a lawyer. I got harassed because it was uncommon for women to be anything other than a housewife but that just gave me the motivation to work harder.

A good thing that came out of it though is that the Schuyler sisters heard of me and wanted to meet me which led to great friendships. They invited me to the Winters Ball. When I arrived wearing my nicest dress I made small talk with the sisters before we all went out separate ways and I saw the one person I never thought that I'd see again, Alexander Hamilton. I was going to hide from him but it was too late, he already saw me. He walked towards me with an out stretched hand and said "May I have this dance?" It completely took me by surprise, did he not recognize me? Did he forget about me or did he not care?

My cheeks warmed and I nodded stiffly before taking his hand and we started to dance. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was terrified. "So 'James', what is your real name?"

"(y/n). I want you to know that besides my name and gender I never lied to you. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner but I couldn't risk getting caught." I responded looking down in shame.

"I'm not going to lie, I was hurt when I found out but I understand why you did what you did." I looked up and saw that he looked sincere. And we shared a smile, not seeing that John Laurens was watching us across the room with sad eyes before leaving the ball.

Eventually Alexander and I got together and then got married. It started off wonderful, it seemed almost magical but it didn't last long. He was always working and never made any effort whatsoever into our marriage. Then he started going out late saying that he had to go to work. I saw all the signs but I ignored it so I could keep him because I love him. I'm grateful for my best friend, John Laurens. He's always been there with me through it all. Especially when we saw the Reynolds Pamphlet.

We were going on a stroll before Thomas Jefferson handed me and John the piece of paper that would change our lives forever. "I'm going to kill him." I heard him mutter as we read it. I stood there motionless. It's not true, it couldn't be. But everything made sense with his behavior. Tears sprung in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. "I'm so sorry, (y/n)." He said while he hugged me tightly. When we broke away he said "Come on, you're going to stay with me." I nodded staring at the ground before we left to collect my things.

I didn't say a word to Alex when I got home and packed my things. I heard John yelling at Alexander through the walls, John really is a good friend. We left and I was going to file divorce papers and get half of everything but right now I just need my friend and sleep.

A year later I got over Alex and I developed feelings for John. I got my own place and moved out of John's place but visited often. We were talking about anything and everything but I was half asleep with my head leaning on his shoulder and I whispered "I love you." Before I passed out.

The next morning I woke up on John's bed but he wasn't there. I walked to the living room where he was asleep on the couch. I sat down next to him and brushed a few stray hairs out of his face causing him to stir and wake up. "Good morning." I told him in a soft voice.

"Good morning." He responded with his voice groggy from sleep. He then seemed to remember something and asked "Did you mean what you said yesterday? About you loving me?"

I completely forgot about that. I looked down blushing and responded with a quiet "Yes." Before I knew it he kissed me with so much passion that it contrasted with his innocent persona.

A couple years later John and I got happily married. John and I were drinking champagne when I overheard Hercules tell Alex "You need to let her go." So I guess that He was pinning on me but I deserve better than Alexander. I'm with John now, I love him and he loves me. John is the best thing that ever happened to me and treats me right.

[mrcriminal1]

[cozycompositions]

Hello, Lovelies! It’s been a moment, but I have an extra long one for you today! This is some fluff to make up for the torment I put these boys through during Februwhump. I also wrote this while being just as sleep deprived as them!

John heaved an exhausted sigh and rotated his wrist. He had finally reached that point in a long work day where you zone into your words, only to have a sudden realization that the room has grown too dark to see. John attempted a glance out the office window, and was met with his own reflection staring back at him. He looked awful, he noted to himself, with bags under his eyes and his hair sticking out from its cue every which way. He decided he had worked enough for the day, the sun would be up in the matter of hours and General Washington would not appreciate the drowsiness that would surely follow the dawn.

John stood slowly, stiffly. His muscles were taught and his joints were aching. He stretched for a moment before capping the inkwell and stacking his papers neatly. Too many a time had Alexander complained about how John had “a tendency to allow his exhaustion to pull his work into a tornado”. John smiled to himself at the memory, Alexander had been right. He was always teasing John for his confusion when he would enter the office in the morning and be unable to find any of his drafts.

John blew out the candle and the room was doused in darkness. He didn’t need the light to make it to his quarters, he knew this building and its halls like the back of his hand. Now that the flame had been put out, John could see the large white moon outside the window. He smiled again, surely he would have a few hours to sleep in his own bed.

John made his way out into the hall, careful to close the door without a sound. He counted his steps down the hallway, softly humming to himself. He stopped when he reached the second office, the third door to the left. There was a soft candlelight flickering from underneath the door. John furrowed his brow and moved towards the door, wrapping his knuckles on the wood softly. When no answer came, he slowly turned the knob and peered in. And then he was suppressing a laugh.

There was Alexander Hamilton, slumped over his desk fast asleep. A quill was still in his hand, and the inkwell was upended with a dark pool gathering on Alexander’s page.

John leaned on the doorway for a moment, simply observing his companion. His hair was strewn around his head, it brushed over his eyes in a way that was so characteristically Alexander it made John’s heart swell. Alexander shifted in his sleep, effectively flipping the inkwell fully upside down. John chuckled, knowing the ire Alexander would burn with when he saw his ruined work.

John padded over to Alexander and knelt next to him, putting a soft hand on the boy’s shoulder and shaking gently.

“Alex, wake up,” he cooed. “Wake up, dear boy. Let’s get you to your bed.”

Alexander stirred and peaked his eyes open, bleary irises glancing around before focusing on John.

“Hi there,” John laughed.

“Hi,” Alexander’s voice came out hoarse and he cleared his throat. “Wh’a time’s it?”

“Nearly three in the morrow I would say,” John said as he righted the inkwell and capped it, not that there was anything to keep in it anymore. Alexander sat up and frowned at the pages in front of him, giving a quiet groan. John looked back at Alexander and laughed out loud, smacking a hand over his mouth. He wouldn’t want to wake the other aides or the General.

There was a smear of black ink across Alexander’s cheek. It was endearing, almost innocent. Alexander knitted his brows together and swiped a hand over his cheek, accomplishing nothing.

“What?”

“Let me help,” John chuckled. He produced his handkerchief from his coat and gently scrubbed the ink from Hamilton’s face.

“Good as new.”

Alexander blushed as he turned back to his papers. “Can’t say the same for these, though.”

“Worry not about them right now, Alexander dear,” John said softly. He stood slowly, gently taking Alexander’s arm and pulling him up with him. “We sleep now.”

John leaned over the desk and blew out the candle just as he had minutes before. The boys were drowned in darkness, just holding each other. Neither one of them made a move to exit the room.

John pulled Alexander impossibly closer, his hands on the shorter one’s waist. Alexander positioned his hands on John’s chest, not pushing away, but instead relishing in the man’s hold. They were alone, an occasion that rarely occurred, and one they intended to take full advantage of.

John leaned down slowly and planted his lips on Alexander’s neck. It was a gentle movement, soft, warm lips caressing hot skin. Alexander hummed happily and leaned further into Laurens’s chest. He inhaled, taking in the scent of cinnamon that John always seemed to carry with him. John pulled his head back, taking Alexander’s chin between his thumb and index finger gently and pressing their lips together.

After a few moments they pulled away, leaning their foreheads against each other.

“You ought to get yourself to bed, dear boy,” John whispered.

“You ought yourself,” Alexander snipped back with a smile.

“I ought to get myself to your bed?” John smirked.

“John!” Alexander chastised with a bright smile. He smacked John’s chest lightly.

Laurens shushed Alexander gently, taking his hand and leading him out of the office. They made their way to Laurens’s quarters hand in hand. Once they made their way past the threshold, Alexander threw his arms around John’s neck and squeezed. John wrapped his arms around the aide in turn, nuzzling into his head. Even on his toes Alexander was significantly shorter than John.

“What’s this for, love?” John whispered.

“I love you,” Alexander murmured into John’s neck, peppering soft kisses onto the skin he found there.

“I love you too,” he replied softly.

John took Alexander’s arms and sat him on the bed. He began stripping away Alexander’s uniform, his boots. Once the boy was in his shirt and breeches, John laid him down on the bed, before repeating the undressing for himself and climbing in next to him.

Alexander was shifting restlessly. John knew he had trouble falling asleep, and he knew just how to help him. This was not the first time they were in this position.

John wrapped Alexander up in his arms, removing the ribbon from his hair with one hand and massaging his scalp. Alexander let out a happy sound, nuzzling a bit closer into John’s arms.

Without stopping the relaxing movements, John took a breath and started to sing softly to Alexander.

Lavender’s blue dilly dilly

Lavender’s green

When you are king dilly dilly

I shall be queen

Alexander sighed contently, his fidgeting stopping completely. His eyes slipped closed as John pressed a kiss into his hair.

Who told you so dilly dilly

Who told you so?

‘Twas my own heart dilly dilly

That told me so

Alexander was fast asleep. The sun would be up in a matter of hours. John was content to spend those few hours right here.

[the1laff]

WIP UPDATE

“Raining Frogs”

New chapter posted under “T” Is For Trauma! Took forever but I think it went well, 1200 words, go check it out, you don’t have a choice

[rafesfavgirl]

the palm of your freezing hand — r. cameron

part 1. part 2. this could technically be part 2 or 3, depending on how much of this little series you've read (or if you’re not into reading smut). either way, thank you for coming along for the ride. i hope you like it :)

❝ oh, goddamn my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand ❞

pairing: friend!rafe x pogue!reader

context: it's been three weeks since you found out jj cheated on you, and a week since you hooked up with rafe.

words: 1.4k+

warnings: fwb situationship, mean!jj (just for the sake of the story, we all know he’s BABY), bitchy!kie (again, just for the story—i adore her), jealous!jj, slut shaming, a little bit of angst, a little bit of blood and violence, fluff. rafe being a menace too, lowkey

you sat on a log at a party in the boneyard—one that you let john b and pope convince you to go to (you felt bad for icing them out for almost three weeks now when they weren't the ones who screwed you over)—staring out towards the ocean in a red bikini top and a pair of jean shorts, sipping on some beer that john b had brought over to you in a red cup.

he was now occupied talking to some blonde touron, sitting up in a tree, while pope talked to some other girl by the keg, and jj and kie chilled with a few other pogues, his arm slung around her shoulder.

so much for claiming to love you—he was just on his knees begging you to forgive him last week. and now, he was here with your best friend—former best friend, anyway. the two of them really had no shame.

pulling your phone out of your pocket, you begin to text rafe.

you: please tell me you're on your way.

rafe: miss me already?

you roll your eyes at his response. last weekend, after your break up with jj, you made the somewhat idiotic decision to hook up with rafe at a kook party on figure eight. you're still not exactly sure how it happened, but the sex was good, so you've kinda formed a sort of friendship with him in a way—with benefits, of course.

the three dots appear again, signaling that he was typing something else, and you wait for the message to come through.

rafe: turn around.

you furrow your brow at the text, but do as you're told and turn around, only to find a smiling rafe standing over you—dressed in a ralph lauren, short-sleeve, white collared shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.

"hey pretty girl," he greets you as you stand.

little did you know, jj was watching from afar, his eyes focused on the way you throw your arms around rafe's neck in a hug, while his hands trailed around your waist to press your body against him.

"what the fuck?" jj mutters beside kie, who snaps her head towards him.

"what's up?" she asked.

"what is he doing here?" jj felt heat rise in his chest, his eyes narrowing at you and rafe.

kie furrowed her brows at him in confusion before following his line of sight to you and rafe a good distance away, you playfully pushing against his chest with a giggle.

"shit," kie says. "i didn't see that coming."

"yeah that makes two of us," jj slams his empty cup down on the ground and stands up without another word, beelining straight for you and rafe.

"so this is why you wanted to break up," you hear jj's familiar voice fill your ears, but it wasn't sweet and sarcastic as usual—it was bitter.

you shift your eyes towards him, causing rafe to turn too, to see what or who had just pulled your attention from him.

"excuse me?" you asked.

"rafe cameron, y/n?" he snarled. "seriously? i thought you knew better than that."

"clearly i don't, considering i trusted you," you spat, causing a scowl to fall over his sharp features. "and by the way, we didn't break up because i wanted to be with rafe. we broke up because you cheated on me."

that makes rafe snap his head towards you—he knew that your relationship didn’t end on good terms, but you never really told him why. "he cheated on you?" 

"with kiara."

a scoff mixed with a snicker leaves rafe's mouth as he looks at jj. "you're an even bigger idiot than i thought."

"look, shut the fuck up, man, a'ight?" jj motions a hand at him. "this isn't about you. this is about you." he turns to you again. "you're really slutting yourself up for this asshole?"

"better than slutting myself up for a cheater," you retort. "and in case you haven't noticed jj, we're broken up. what's it to you if i'm hooking up with someone else?"

"and she is, by the way," rafe throws jj a wink and smirk. "you really fucked up. i mean, really fucked up. the way she feels bro? i don’t know how you coul—"

"shut up, man," jj was getting riled up now, a hand coming up to push rafe back, a deep chuckle falling from rafe's lips as he used both his hands to push jj back.

that's enough to push your ex-boyfriend to the edge as he comes at rafe, causing him to trip over a skinny log as both of them tumble onto the sand. the noise from the tussling only pulls attention from everyone else, john b and pope immediately running over to break the two hot-headed blonds apart.

you really had a type, huh?

"what did you do?" kie comes up beside you, along with a few pogues, kooks, and tourons—who had now formed a makeshift half-circle around the scene.

you look at her, more pissed off at her accusation than rafe and jj fighting. "what makes you think i did anything?"

"you usually always do," she says.

you cross your arms and scoff. "you're one to talk."

"and what's that suppose to mean?"

"it means you were supposed to be my best friend, kiara," you tell her. “and not only did you screw our friendship over, but you did it by fucking my boyfriend. no wonder sarah cameron dropped your ass.”

she purses her lips at you, upset by your mentioning of sarah’s name. “don’t act as if this is just all on me,” she argued. “you were the one who weaseled your way in, and stole him from me.”

“stole him?” you asked, taken aback. she was the one who set you up with him in the first place. “you’ve clearly reached different levels of delusional.”

“you think i'm delusional?" she spat, crossing her arms. "you're hooking up with rafe cameron. do you really think you'll get him to fall for a pogue like you?"

before you could even answer, rafe separates the two of you, bumping into you both as jj pushes him back, and you reach out to steady him.

"you think i'm scared of you, man?" jj shouts at him, john b holding him back.

rafe chuckles and wipes at the little bit of blood beside his now busted lip with his thumb. "i think you should be."

"get your fucking boyfriend, y/n!" jj yells, his eyes shifting from rafe to you.

"you got it," you nod at him with a smile, just to piss him off more—rafe wasn't your boyfriend, but he didn't have to know that. "you wanna get out of here?" you tilt your head up at rafe, who turns his head towards you and smiles. 

"lead the way, doll."

you do as he says, giving kie a small smirk as you walk past her and the makeshift crowd that had formed, everyone's eyes on the two of you.

"so… your boyfriend, huh?" rafe swings an arm around you and squeezes you to his side.

"chill, cameron," you laugh, pushing him away from you playfully. "i only said that to piss him off."

"so i'm just a toy to you then, is that what this is?" he asked, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as you both stop by his truck.

"that depends…" you trail off and turn to face him, your back resting against the passenger door of his truck. "am i just a toy to you?"

"i'm not sure yet," he shrugs, honestly. "i wouldn't have just taken a bloody lip and sand stains on my polo for anyone though."

you giggle and bring your thumb up to swipe at the beige-colored stain on his white shirt. "yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"no worries," he shakes his head, his eyes locking with yours. "i can think of one or two ways you could make it up to me."

"oh, is that so?" you kink a brow at him. "because i can tell you right now i don't have a hundred dollars to spare for a brand new ralph lauren polo shirt."

he leans a hand against his truck, beside your head, and closes the distance between you. "and who said that's what i wanted?"

you tilt your head to the side, an amused smile on your face. "then what did you have in mind?"

"let me take you out on date," he says. "a real one."

part 4.

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[rafesangel]

ITS JUST US, ANGEL

Im bored, tired and bored again so thought I’d write a fic!!

summary : JJ is scaring you and Rafe helps and comforts you.

warnings : harassing, kook!reader , crying, fluff.

a/n : this is from readers pov and Sarah is a kook in this fic!!

“Hey Y/N! Love those shorts cupcake!” you heard one of the pogue boys shout at you, it was probably JJ because he always tried to hit on you, you didn’t really care back then, but you do now. Since you now have a boyfriend, Rafe Cameron.

“Leave her alone JJ!” You heard Sarah yelling at JJ from behind you. “Thank you, Sarah..” you mouthed at her as you saw JJ and John B eyeing you from afar. You were still wondering where Rafe and his friend were, but you didn’t have the need to call them, but you wish you did later that night.

You sat on the sound with your head resting on Sarah shoulder while drinking the cocktail from your glass, as suddenly someone sat down next to you on your right and put his arm around your waist. It was JJ, again.

“where’s your boyfriend cupcake, having fun without you?” he asked me as he almost forced me to look him in the eyes. “Probably yes, i don’t really care to be honest, i came here with Sarah anyway…” the look on his face told that he wanted something from me.

“Okay look, what do you want JJ, you’ve been seeking for my attention all night” you asked him, as Sarah sat beside you to help if something would happen. “Well if Rafe is having fun without you, why don’t we have some fun without him, just the two of us!” He smirked at you but you just tried to push him of you, but he didn’t go away

“JJ, leave her alone can’t you see she feels uncomfortable?” Sarah asked almost mad, no furious. “Thats not true, mind your own business you kook” JJ told Sarah as she rolled with her eyes. “She’s right JJ , let me go..” your voice lowered as you almost begged him to let you go, you looked to your side, but Sarah wasn’t there anymore. Great.

“Come on cupcake, i see how you look at me..” he rubbed your back as you didn’t dare to look at him. “JJ stop your scaring me..” you said while tears were falling on your thighs “don’t cry now cupcake, its alright-“ JJ went quiet as he got cut off by someone.

you looked behind you and saw Rafe with Sarah, Topper and Kelce wandering behind him. “Get your hands off my girlfriend Maybank!” Rafe yelled at him as he pulled JJ up by his shoulders.

“I-i wasn’t-“ JJ tried coming up with some shitty excuse, but Rafe cut him off again. “No shut it, if i ser your hands on my girlfriend again, wait no, if i see you talking to her again, Me, Topper and Kelce are gonna have a fun talk with you, got it?”

It was Silent, But JJ refused to talk, all he did was nod. “Anything you have to say to her?” Topper asked JJ and Rafe turned him to me. “I-im sorry Y/N..” you shook your head while rubbing your hands up and down over your arm, not knowing what to say.

“Goodjob Mate, now go” Rafe said and pushed JJ away. Rafe walked up to you and pulled you against him, as your tears made a wet stain on his Ralph Lauren polo. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you Angel, you must thank Sarah, she came up to me telling me that JJ was harassing you” you looked up at him and then at Sarah, giving her a ‘Thank You’ look.

“This is the last time this’ll happen okay? Its just us, angel.”

[jennicatzies]

Yea I'm not bringing laurens back :3 he is one with the turtle now

yey.

Two can play that game 🙏

[maicenaconmate]

Hamilton x Laurens Au

What my mind was really thinking about during accounting class. I had to draw this sorry 😫💕💕

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

Duty & Inclination

Faramir x male!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: “Hello! May I request a fluff with faramir x male!reader? Maybe where the reader is also from a royal background?”

Pre-Lord of The Rings events

Authors Note: Dear Anon, I am so sorry to keep you waiting for so long for this fic. It has been like, two years since you submitted this... but I hope you are still around to enjoy it!!! I do feel like my writing while I’ve been on hiatus has gotten much better, so please enjoy :)

Also the title is from a book about Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens lmao

This may get a part two, I would love to continue this honestly and I want it to be a slow burn.

You gave yourself a (third) final glance-over in the mirror. It had been nearly two years since your father had suddenly passed, leaving you to shoulder his responsibilities sooner than anyone had ever anticipated. Tonight's feast in Minas Tirith was to be a grand showing of the continued allegiance to the Steward of the White City by the smaller lords that dotted the nation's countryside. As one such lord, you were to promise to provide fighting men or supplies should the Steward call upon them - an increasing demand as the shadows of Mordor encroached upon the land

Despite attending a handful of these feasts when you were younger, you couldn't help the growing pit of nerves in your stomach. This would be your first major diplomatic event since inheriting your father's title. You had attended to smaller matters and made appearances in your own holdings yes, but that was a familiar audience in a familiar setting. Now, you would be subjected to the scrutinizing eye of the Steward, Denethor, and his court.

With all of this weighing on your mind, you smoothed the front of your tunic. It was finely embroidered - your family's crest placed across your chest. Perhaps a little odd, but the familiar shield and symbols gave you comfort. May my forefathers give me the strength to get through this night, you thought.

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The mingling and light drinking that often preceded these feasts had yet to conclude. Already, you felt socially drained from the number of "battles", as you had taken to calling them, you fought. Older lords that engaged you in conversation for the sole purpose of testing the mettle of the newest addition to their ranks. A countless number of Mother's hunting you down to introduce their "most eligible and accomplished" daughters. The air inside the room felt warm and suffocating, with not a moments respite before being ambushed into yet another formal conversation.

The announcement of the entrance of the Steward and his two sons, Boromir and Faramir, provided an ample enough distraction for you to slip unnoticed to an open balcony. Leaning over the intricately carved white ledge, you breathed in the freedom of the open air. The balcony overlooked the gardens, allowing the delicate vanilla-and-jasmine scent of honeysuckle to dance in the warm summer air. Nursing your goblet of wine, you released a sigh you didn't know you were holding. If you closed your eyes, you could almost envision you were home - walking in the gardens, taking a seat beside the fountain where the roses and honeysuckle flourished, opening a copy of your favorite book-

The noise of footsteps behind you jolted you out of your daydream. A man's gentle voice fell upon your ears:

"Forgive me, I was unaware someone else had found the same hiding spot." You turned and were met by his soft grey eyes and the cascade of brown hair that fell nearly to his shoulders. Becoming aware that you were staring, practically gawking, at this stranger, you tried to offer a reply as the heat rose to your cheeks.

"Oh, it is quite alright. I'm sure there's enough room for the both of us to take refuge from the siege going on in there." At that, the corner of his mouth quirked up and he released a quiet chuckle. You flashed him a smirk of your own, shifting over and gesturing with a wave of your arm for him to join you. You both took in the picturesque view, enjoying the rare moment of silence, before you turned you head to talk to him.

"I suppose I'm correct in guessing you're more of a veteran at court if this is your go-to getaway?" He shifted to face toward you, a twinkle, perhaps of amusement, in his eyes.

"Yes, I suppose I am a veteran. On the other hand, I don't believe I have ever seen you here?"

"Definitely not. At least, if you have, it has been a long while." You sipped some of your wine before continuing, "I have only recently become responsible for my lands and my people. I spent much of my life in the country except for the occasional visit to Minas Tirith as a child."

"I am sorry for your loss," he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I know it is no easy task when others place such great expectations on you," he gave an extra squeeze to your shoulder before removing his hand, a faraway look coming over his eyes.

"Come now, let's not dwell on such things," You gently nudged him with your elbow. Taking a deep breath, you relaxed into the familiar floral scent of your daydream. "You know, before you joined me, I was reminiscing about the gardens at home. When I was a child, my friend and I would run absolutely wild in them. We would pick all of the honeysuckle flowers to get our fill of their sweet syrup. My mother nearly killed us after we picked all of the flowers within our reach." The light-hearted air returned to the man's demeanor at the account of your childhood antics.

"You see that fountain over there," he leaned closer to you to point out the structure within the garden. The scent of leather and books filled your senses. "As boys, my brother and I would wrestle and have water fights in it to battle the heat. It was perfectly fine until one day, my tutor came in search of me - I was late for one of my lessons you see - and my brother and I, we pulled him into the fountain with us." Your muffled laughter was barely contained by the hand you had placed over your mouth. "I still can't believe he ever forgave us for that," he finished.

"I wouldn't have blamed him if he didn't", you teased. "I did not take you for such a trouble maker," you continued laughing, your voice now intermingling with his own laughter. After the two of you had settled down, a suspicion finally struck your mind.

"Forgive me, I have been terribly rude and never asked for your name," you questioned.

"There is nothing to forgive, I assure you. I am Faramir, Captain of Gondor and second son to the Steward, Denethor." He gave a small bow with his head. The confirmation of who your fellow-refugee-companion was flushed your face with heat. Quickly, you bowed and gave him your name.

"I apologize for not recognizing you myself, my Lord. I am afraid I have acted too familiarly with one such as yourself." You kept your gaze away from him out of embarrassment. Great job, you thought sarcastically to yourself. You're supposed to swear allegiance to the Steward, yet you cannot even recognize one of his own sons. You must look like an absolute fool. You felt Faramir's hand gently take your chin, raising your eyes towards him.

"Again, there is nothing to forgive. I find your honesty and humor most refreshing. I do believe your companionship may make this night more bearable." Realizing how strongly and straightforward his words came out, a blush crept across his cheeks. Looking into his eyes, you could see that there was something there - an emotion, yet one you could not place. The light and musical ringing of a bell announced that the Steward and his guests would now be going through to the dining room for the feast. The noise of the guests moving and continuing their chatter broke the both of you away from the moment you had shared. Faramir removed his hand from where it had still been holding your chin. You tore your eye's away from his gaze, looking instead to the emptying room. You cleared your throat.

"It seems our refuge from the siege is over," your humorous tone returned once more. Leading the way, Faramir took a few steps towards the entrance back into the room, before turning and offering you a small smile.

"Ah, but at least we may weather the fury of the storm together now. Much better than trying to fight the battle alone, I believe." You chuckled at this comment.

Yes, back into the thick of it, but now you had someone to stand by your side, providing each other back up if the other should need it.

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“hello? scarlet speaking…”

scarlet. 19. she/her. anthony ramos fan!

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