#hamilsquad x reader

[littlesunshine1223]

J.Laurens aesthetic

[multifamdomfan]

Could you do a hamilton boys with a plus sized afab!reader? 🫶

Hamilsquad x plus sized! fem!reader

🫶 right back at'cha babe

Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Let's be honest the boys don't care what you look like

It's what's on the inside that counts (cheesy I know but it's true)

They all think you're beautiful because of your personality

But it does have some perks

They all think you give the best hugs and cuddles

You're their personal pillow

Besides that it doesn't affect the relationship

If you ever get insecure Alexander can and will write you a eighty page document on how amazing you are and how beautiful you are

John will cuddle you and try to love the insecurity away (it's bound to at least help)

Lafayette showers you with compliments and kiss you on the cheek after each one

Hercules will sit down and talk with you if you want if not that's fine too. He will compliment you as well and hugs you ^^

If your insecurity is because someone talks bad about your u or said something to your face they are pissed

Even if you aren't insecure and someone is being a jerk to you they are still pissed

If you don't care that's great, I wish I had your confidence but they care. You're important to them and they are not going to let someone disrespect you

Alex and John will try to fight the person immediately

Herc will push his anger aside and focus on you and what you need

Lafayette will cuss the person out and verbally attack them in both English and French

You are amazing and deserve to be treated with respect and they won't tolerate anything else

[ms5m1th]

not my Hamilton faze trying to come back

[keithpaladin05]

Poly hamilsquad x reader sickfic

It was a quiet morning in the middle of November. You woke up to a pounding headache, piercing stomach pains, and a dry, sore throat. You writhed around on the bed, willing the pain to go away. Your eyes welled up with tears and you whimpered in pain. “Mmm babygirl?” John whispered as he yawns and rolls over to face you. He sees your eyes welling up with tears and your face scrunched up in pain. “Hey, baby come here” he cooed as you put your head into the crook of his neck. “I-it hurts s-so bad” you sobbed into his neck as you tightly grasped his shirt. “Shhhhh where’s it hurt baby girl?” “My head, s-stomach and t-throat.” You whimpered out. John kissed your forehead and leaned over you to shake Laf awake. “Laf, hey, wake up babe.” Laf stirred and opened his eyes slowly. “What’s going on?” He asked sleepily. “Baby girl is sick” John said sadly as he rubbed your back. “Aww mon amour come here” he cooed and kissed your shoulder. He then placed the back of his hand against your forehead and hummed in disapproval. “You have a fever lovie” you whine and cuddle into Laf’s chest. “I’ll go find some medicine” John says as he climbed over Herc, waking him in the process. He grumbles but stops once he sees the state you’re in. “Awww honey” he coos as you look at him sadly with a pained look on your face. “H-hurts s-so b-bad” you croaked and your eyes welled up with tears again from the pain. “I know baby, I know” Herc said sadly as he moved closer and kissed your unusually warm forehead.

A few minutes later John comes back in with some pain pills, a glass of water, and some tea. “We probably should wake up Alex so he knows what’s going on” John says as he sits by your feet, rubbing your calf soothingly. John then stood up and shook Alex awake gently. “Baby, wake up. (Y/n) is sick” John said. Alex immediately woke up to that and sat up concerned. “Is she okay? Where is she?” He asked frantically as he looked around the room and spotted you cuddled in between Laf and Herc. “Awww lovely, what’s got you so sick, hmm?” You just shrug and let out a tearful sniffle. “I-I don’t know” you mumbled and snuggled your face into Herc’s shoulder. “Try and go back to sleep honey” Herc said quietly and stroked your hair. You nodded and closed your eyes.

Around an hour later you woke up feeling worse than before. Your stomach was churning painfully, and your head felt like it was going to explode. You then felt the vomit coming up your throat and you ran to the bathroom. You didn’t have time to shut or lock the door so of course the guys heard you. You heard Laf come into the bathroom and he sat down behind you. “Shhhh mon amour just let it all out” he soothed as he tied your hair back and rubbed your back soothingly. Once you were finished you leaned back into his chest in a fit of sobs. “H-hurts” you said in between sobs. “I know baby, I know” he whispered as he rubbed your stomach in soothing circles. “Lets clean you up then we’ll go snuggle on the couch” he says as he wipes your mouth with a cloth and picks you up bridal style. He brings you to the couch and lays you down with your head on Alex’s lap while he typed away on his laptop. “Feeling any better babe?” He asked while stroking your hair. You shook your head no and nuzzled your face into his stomach. Alex looked at you sadly and went back to typing.

~time skip~

It was around 5pm now and you were currently laying on top of John’s chest on the couch watching a movie you couldn’t remember the name of as you were in a fever induced daze. Herc brought you some more medicine about 30 minutes prior but you still felt just as sick as this morning. John noticed you dazing with a blank and tired look on your face and rubbed your back in soothing circles. “Go to sleep baby” he said softly and pulled the blanket up to your neck. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist.

Around an hour later the rest of the boys had all joined you in the living room for a chill movie night. You were sitting in between John and Laf, with Herc on the reclining chair and Alex on his lap. There was pizza on the coffee table and you were happily munching away.

“You feeling better love?” Laf asks as he puts his arm around you.

“A little, thanks to all of you” you swipe happily and put your head on his shoulder, happy to have your boys.

[artqueen02]

Why, why is it that whenever I search something like 'poly hamilsquad' or 'poly!rev set' or anything like that I either get

x Burr

or

x Reader

Like No! no thank you! like, I'm not shaming you if you enjoy x Reader fics but they're just like! Not For Me! and like 90% of the time they're smut and i just Cannot Do Smut! and like honestly I don't particulary ship Burr with anyone!

Just like please, give me some good, domestic fluff, please or like just general fluff, I'll even take angst! just, not this please.

[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

[lay-z]

Hamilton [Musical] | Masterlist

Disclaimer: The fanfiction stories listed are of my work and shall not be reposted or translated without my constent. Some stories might involve smut (as tagged individually) and should not be consumed by people under the age of 18+! However, I am not responsible of the media you choose to consume. Cheers ♥ 

→ Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader (Modern AU):

♪ get you the moon: prologue

♪ get you the moon: prt 1: John – “You gave me a shoulder when I needed it”

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

The Best of Roommates

Here’s a fic! It was originally supposed to be a John Laurens fluffy piece, but it turned into something else instead. *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Hamilton: An American Musical. 

Warnings: Modern AU, fluff-ish??, Matchmaking

Pairings/Characters: Hamilsquad(ish) x reader(platonic), John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton, implied Thomas Jefferson x reader at the end

When you started your first term at university, you immediately decided that living on campus was not your thing. That was how you found yourself living off campus with one Mr. John Laurens. He was a year or two ahead of you and a pre-law major. He wanted "fight for the little guy", as he put it. Honestly, the two of you got on pretty well. And you adored his two best friends, Herc and Laf. You were the four Musketeers and you knew you'd do anything to keep them happy. Something you'd have the opportunity to do when John met…him.

         You smiled to yourself when you heard the door open. The new term had started and John's last class ran later than yours, so you were already home cooking. "Hey, John! How was-" you cut off when John came strolling in with a giddy smile on his face, followed by Herc and Laf who were chuckling softly.

         "What's with him?" you asked them, pointing to John. Herc started making obscene movements with his pelvis while Laf merely smiled and placed a hand over his heart. "Our dear ami has met the love of his life today!" Your head whipped around to John and you grinned. "Shut up," he muttered as a light dusting of pink appeared on his freckled cheeks.

         "Who is it?!" you asked immediately. If Herc and Laf were this invested, this person must be something. John's blush deepened and he looked away as he muttered something. Herc rolled his eyes. "Hamilton. The guy's name is Hamilton. He's been here a while, but mostly keeps to himself, writing all the time, unless he's got something to say. The professor paired them up as co-counselors for a mock trial next week. Poor Laurens can't even speak to the guy."

         John let out a groan as he flopped down onto the couch.  You arched a brow. John had never been like this before. Dramatic, yes, but never over a guy. "Invite him over," you said simply. John's gaze shot up to you. "Are you insane, Y/N? I can't talk to the guy. I get a little tongue-tied." You shrugged a little.

         "You have to work with him on this mock trial. Invite him over to prep for it. At some point, the three of us will make an excuse to slip out and you can he can spend some one-on-one time where you’re comfortable." Herc and Laf agreed whole-heartedly. John always put others before himself. Now it was his turn to be happy. You suddenly felt yourself being pulled into a hug. "You're the best, Y/N!" You chucked and rolled your eyes.

*short time skip*

         Alexander Hamilton was…interesting, to say the least. He was opinionated and loud. When he took a stand about something, everyone knew it. He would make a great lawyer. His personality seemed almost the opposite of John's, but even so, you could see the fight in him and you liked that. Not to mention, he and John looked positively adorable together. You and the others liked him immediately and it was clear to you that he had some serious heart-eyes for John.

         After introductions were made, the five of you sat around talking for a few minutes. Laf was quietly encouraging John to make a move. Herc was trying to get as much information out of Alexander as possible. He took his job as the "dad" of your group very seriously. Meanwhile, you were just trying to figure out the best way to get the three of you out of there so Alexander and John could be alone for a bit.

         "Well," you started after a bit, making a little show of getting up and stretching, "I gotta go. I've got a project of my own to work on. I'm supposed to meet Jefferson tonight." Alexander made a face. "Thomas Jefferson?" he asked. You chuckled a bit. John had told you all about Alexander's hatred of Jefferson. "Yeah. I know how you feel. Which is why these knuckleheads," you continued on, pulling at Herc and Laf's sleeves, "Are coming with me. So I don't strangle the man." John flashed you a grateful smile as you practically dragged the others out the door.

         Since you didn't actually have a project with Jefferson, you and your friends decided to grab some food and caffeine, taking your time to sit and enjoy it. "Do you think they will be happy together?" Laf asked, making the women at the table behind you swoon. You shrugged. "I don't know, Laf. All I know is that John deserves to be with someone who makes him happy. I've never seen him smile about anyone else the way he does when he talks about Alexander."

         "What about you? Anyone you've got your eye on?" Herc asked. You choked a little on your food and shook your head. They didn't need to know, at least not yet. "I only have eyes for you, Hercules," you replied sarcastically when you could talk again. He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

         "Besides, I think we should focus on Laf next. I saw he had his eyes on Peggy Schuyler." Laf looked down at his plate and rubbed the back of his neck. You and Herc laughed a little before shifting the conversation and relieving your friend of his embarrassment. When you finally ran out of topics for the day, you returned to your apartment while Herc and Laf made their way back to the dorms.

         You quietly unlocked the door and opened it. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before you. Clearly, no studying had been done at all. Papers were scattered to the floor and even from where you were standing, you could see a fresh hickey on your roommate's neck. Somehow, the two of them managed to arrange themselves to sleep on tiny sofa, with John practically draped on top of Alexander. Their eyes were closed and Alexander had his arms wrapped around John. Your plan had worked it seemed. Smiling to yourself, you pulled out your phone and took a pic.

         Quietly closing the door behind you, you sent the pic off to your friends with the caption, "Y/F/N, Matchmaker Extraordinaire!" They both replied quickly, making you smile. You walked away from the apartment, feeling better knowing that you had helped your best friend and the best roommate you could have asked for find happiness.

         Your phone ringing brought you out of your little bubble. You glanced at the caller ID and beamed once more. "Hello, Darlin'," the voice on the other end greeted. You chuckled at the Virginian as butterflies erupted in your stomach. "Hey, Thomas. I'm on my way over." After all, John wasn't the only one who needed a little joy in his life.

(a/n: I really don’t know how this changed from a fluffy Laurens fic to a Hamilsquad matchmaking fic, but it did and I really hope you like it!)

[littlesunshine1223]

Hamilton As Thing From The ✨Quote Book✨

Hamilton

- [ ] I have 3 wives…AND YOUR MOTHER IS ONE OF THEM

- [ ] I’m bisexual and I agree with this message

Lafayette

- [ ] I recon that’s a lot of croutons

- [ ] Ah the smell of nature…it’s fucking terrible

Laurens

- [ ] You can really taste the rabies in this Oreo

- [ ] It’s a bit frosty outside and I don’t mean the snowman

Mulligan

- [ ] Just pull up to the one semi open Kmart and pistol whip someone in the parking lot

- [ ] *kind military lady gives piece of candy* AM I GONNA GET DRAFTED NOW?!??!?!?!

Burr

- [ ] *hears plane* oh god they’re back

- [ ] Stop fingering the Nutella jar

Jefferson

- [ ] *enhances image* possibly

- [ ] Touch my thigh with another fucking marker and I’m gonna make sure you can smell colors for the rest of your life

+ Peggy

- [ ] Why is there glitter on the fucking pancakes

- [ ] I’m gonna interlock my toes then kick you in the face

[just-my-fandom]

Distracted (Hamilsquad x Artist! Reader)

Date set to post; August 1st, 2020

Date posted; August 4th, 2020

Pairings; Hamilsquad x Reader, John Lauren’s x Reader, Marquis de Lafayette x Reader, Hercules Mulligan x Reader, Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Request; May I please (pretty please) have a hamilsquad story where the reader is dating the core four (John, Alexander, Lafayette and Hercules) and she’s an artist in university, but lately she’s been super stressed about a certain project so the boys just pull her away from the project to refresh her brain?

Warning(s); Reader has an anxiety attack?? Kinda??

Note; This is my first ever Hamilton story, so send feedback and send in requests!!

Requests Opened? Yes

. . .

It has been five hours. Five hours since you eagerly dipped your paintbrush into the first bowl of paint. Five hours since you painted the first line.

It has been four hours. Four hours since your hand started cramping. Four hours since you’ve noticed you used the wrong color shade.

It has been three hours. Three hours since you first stepped back to admire your half done painting. Three hours since you’ve realized that the painting was not going to fit your canvas.

It has been two hours. Two hours since you’ve restarted. Two hours since you threw your first paint cup out of anger. Two hours since you realized that you needed the color of paint you threw.

It has been an hour. An hour since you finally gave up, sitting on the ground with your back against the wall, elbows on your knees and head in your hands.

Your eyes stare blankly ahead of you. The canvas stares back, a little over halfway done but still requiring another five hours of work.

A low, tired groan escapes your lips as you drop your head onto your knees, hands covered in dry paint running over your messy hair, that had been pulled into a bun fifteen minutes into your work.

You don’t hear the front door open, one of your four boyfriends calling out for you to announce he had arrived home.

The door to your office opens, Hercules taking in the white sheets that protect the wood of the floor, paint spattering said sheets. His eyes finally land on you, your head barely lifted so your eyes stare at the floor, glossy from burning tears,

“Hey,” Hercules calls, moving into the office so you blinked and looked up at him, his figure squatting down so he was eye level with you, “How long have you been sitting here?”

“An hour,” You murmur, eyes flicking to the clock over his shoulder, before you swipe your sleeve under your nose, exhaling.

“And how long have you been cooped up in this office?” Hercules raises an eyebrow, and you shrug, looking up to stare at your canvas for the thousandth time,

“Five hours, I think?” You shake your head, “I keep finding little flaws the longer I stare at it. I had to restart because the canvas wasn’t big enough. I threw the one color I needed because I got mad,” Your raise your hands to press to your eyes, sniffling, “It’s due tomorrow- and it’s only half done, Herc,”

“You need a break,” Hercules orders, hands sticking out for you to take. He stands straight, pulling you with him, “Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off, the boys should be home soon,”

“I can’t just sit around, I’ll end up finding myself back in here,” You scoff, and glare at the painting that caused your distress,

“Alright,” Hercules nods, tugging on your hands and scanning your form, “Then you can try on the dress I brought from work that I’ve started,”

You nod, silently, letting Hercules lead you out of your office, across the hall to his own where the (F/C) dress hung next to the open window,

“Did you purprosely make it in my favorite color, Hercules?” You raise an eyebrow, glad you were only in shorts and a tank top, as you could easily step into the dress then on the small podium for display,

“Maybe,” Hercules smirks, tying the dress from the back, rounding you so he could pin the extra fabric at your hips, and under your breasts,

The office falls silent for moments, your eyes falling shut as Hercules added pins to the collar of the dress, his touch soothing your aching muscles from standing and sitting

“We’re home!” John and Alexander’s sudden shouts cause you to jolt, the pin Hercules was holding poking your collarbone so you hissed, and Hercules glared at the doorway,

“Herc’s office!” You shout back, sighing as you raise a hand to the skin that stung and rubbed,

“Sorry, babe,” Hercules murmurs, and you smile, leaning forward to press your lips to his, as if to accept his apology.

“Hey, Y/N!” John calls, he and Alexander both appearing in the doorway so you looked at them over your shoulder, waving half heartedly, “We saw your painting, it’s looking great,”

You groan, loudly, head dropping back, “Please don’t mention that painting,”

“Want to explain why?” Alex questions, arms crossed as he steps to your front view, watching Hercules kneel in front of you and tweak at the belt of your dress,

“I’ve been in there for over five hours,” You explain, hands now on your hips, “I restarted when I was halfway through, threw the color paint I needed, and every time I look at it I want to toss it out the window,”

“So you don’t like it, noted,” John nods, standing at your opposite side, “How long have you been in here?”

“Only a couple minutes. I needed to get away from my painting before I punched a hole in it,” You shrug, and look down at Hercules when he begins to measure out the edges of the fluffed dress, “Hercules here found me,”

“If I hadn’t, you would have starved alone,” Hercules teases, your hand lightly hitting the top of his head with a breathy laugh,

“Bonjour!” [Hello] Lafayette calls, and your muscles seem to relax a second time at his soothing voice, “Where are you, mes amours?” [My loves]

“Hercs office!” You repeat, shifting to look over your shoulder, awaiting the Frenchmans appearance,

“Ah!” Lafayette smiles from the doorway, you in front of your three boyfriends, “Well, don’t you look darling,”

“Thank you, Laf,” You fake a courtesy, and stand straight when Hercules glances up at you,

“I saw your painting, mon amour,” [My love] Lafayette jabs a thumb over his shoulder, shoulders dropping at John and Alexander’s quick shakes of their heads, “Oh non,” [Oh no] Lafayette moves to your view, noticing how your smile had dropped, “Did you wish not to mention the painting?”

“I’ve just been having a hard time with it, is all,” You smile, reassuringly, Lafayette making a face of confusion,

“Pourquoi?” [What for?] He squints his eyes, “It looks marvelous!”

“But it doesn’t, Lafayette!” You don’t mean to jerk back, but Hercules’ surprised expression when you step back and off the podium causes you to deflate,

“I’m sorry,” You murmur, and reach your arms back to untie the dress, “I need some air. I promise I’ll wear it again later,”

“Okay,” Hercules nods, brows up in understandment as he takes the dress, “That’s perfectly okay,”

You shake out your hands and turn, moving out of the office so the four boys were left alone. John raises a hand and uses the back of it to hit Lafayette’s chest, the Frenchman glaring at the other male in confusion,

“No one mention the painting,” John orders, stepping after you, “We’ll spend the afternoon relaxing. She doesn’t need anymore pressure on it as it is,”

“Compris,” [Understood] Lafayette nods, once, stepping forward, “Let’s go! I’ll make (Favorite/Dinner), she’ll love it!”

. . .

“Hello, my love,” Lafayette steps into the living room late that night. You had sat down for the night, figuring if you woke up early enough you could finish your project before your afternoon class,

You smile at your Frenchman, legs curled underneath you as you sat down your book, “Hey,”

“Are you alright? After your project malfunction, I mean,” Lafayette sits beside you, and you nod, eyes shutting for a moment,

“I am now. I think I just needed food in my system,”

“That is good,” Lafayette nods, and a beat of silence, “You do not have to worry of finishing your project by tomorrow,”

“What do you mean?” You close your book, brows pinching, “The due date is set for tomorrow,”

“Ah, you are correct, mon cher, [My dear] but, I myself had called your professor and told her of your situation regarding stress,” Your eyebrows raise, “Your project is instead due four days from now,”

“Are you serious?” You breathe, lips pulling into a smile when he nods, “Oh, my God, thank you, Laf,” You move up to throw your arms around his shoulders, Lafayette chuckling when you pull him forward, lips pressing against his warmly,

“What are we so excited about?” John calls, and you force yoursef to pull away from Lafayette, smiling breathlessly to the three males across the room,

“Lafayette was able to convince my professor to extend my due date for my project,” You slide your hands to cup around the back of Lafayette’s neck, eyes shifting to stare at him, “Thank you, I love you,”

“I love you too, mon amour,” [My love] Lafayette smiles, and you slide off the couch to do an excited dance, then breathe out with a large grin,

“I say we celebrate!” John moves forward and lifts you off the ground, bridal style, your laugh loud as you catch your arm at his shoulders, looking up to meet his eyes, “Means we get more time with you,”

John grins, nodding to the other grinning men before walking into your shared bedroom, lips already at your jaw and neck.

[isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough]

New Discoveries (PolyhamilsquadxReader)

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you’re all well. Here is another request! I hope you enjoy this anon! This request was hamilsquad discovering the reader is ticklish! I hope you like it anon! As always I’m wishing all the best and sending you all my love.

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It was a casual Saturday afternoon and you were lounging in your boyfriends living room.  Alex and Lafayette were snuggled up on the love seat, while you were cuddled up between John and Hercules. You were laying back against Hercules with your legs strewn over Johns lap. He was lazily running his fingers up down your legs and he slowly made his trail higher to your side.

You were completely content, when Johns fingers brushed against your side and you jumped a little and couldn’t contain your giggle. The boys immediately turned to look at you.

“Are you ticklish, baby girl?” Johns asks with a wide grin.

“Maybe,” you reply with a coy smile.

“Mon ange, we did not know this,” Laf voice is full of wonder and excitement.

“Its a new discovery,” Herc smiles down at you and runs his fingers down your side, making you laugh and wiggle again, making all the boys laugh along.

“I think we should properly test out this new theory,” Alex say as he rises from his seat.

You start to sit up and smirk as your feet touch the ground.  

“You’ll have to catch me first.”

You bolt up from your place on the couch just barely missing Alex's reach.

You sprint around the kitchen and you know john has joined the chase by the sound of the foot steps. You catch a glimpse of Hercules grinning form the couch and Lafayette going to join his side as you sprint down the hallway.

“Should we interrupt, mon couer?” He asks while snuggling into Hercs side.

He laughs as he replies, pulling Laf closer.

“We’ll give them a few minutes.”

You make a quick turn down the hallway and decide to go into the bedroom. You quickly hide in the closet as your hear John and Alex slip down the hallway giving you a few seconds of time. They run into the bedroom a few seconds later.

“Where is she?” John wonders.

“I could’ve sworn I saw her come in here,” Alex squints his eyes, looking around.

You cover your mouth to hold in your giggle.

“Let's go check the office,” you hear Alex say.  

You smile triumphantly from hiding spot thinking you’ve fooled them. You slowly open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. Just as you fully step out you’re pulled into Alex’s chest and you squeal as John lifts you into his arms and jumps on the bed. Alex and John tickle your sides and you laugh out and wiggle around on the bed.  

“I surrender!” You laugh out as they continue.

“What was that?” Alex inquires, pausing just a moment as John does the same.

“I surrender,” you answer breathless.

“You sure?” John asks this time leaning in closer.

You nod seriously. You wait as they both move in closer to kiss you and as they’re distracted you quickly move out from under them.

“Hey,” they both shout in unison.

You don’t get far as Alex grabs you and pulls you back onto the bed, as you laugh out.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?”

He and John begin their onslaught once more.

“Okay, okay!” You laugh. “I surrender for real this time!”

“What?” John pretends not to hear you.

“Couldn’t make that out, love.”

“Someone save me,” you shout out so Herc and Laf could hear you.

A few moments later you hear footsteps coming down the hall.  

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” you hear Hercules voice, “leave our lovely lady be.”

John and Alex both pause, and chuckle as you catch your breath. Lafayette comes to pick you up holding you in his arms.

“Oui, mes amours, she must be handled delicately,” he says as he kisses your cheek and nose gently.  

You smile and nuzzle into him. He sets you down and Hercules is waiting to embrace you. You quickly jump into his arms.  

“How can I ever thank you for your grand rescue?” You ask dramatically.

“A kiss is all ask of you sweet lady,” he plays along with you not missing a beat.

“I’m more than happy to oblige, kind sir,” you reply reaching up to press your lips to his.  

You pull apart, resting your foreheads together and laugh.

“I’m feeling very neglected right now,” Alex pouts.

“Me too, babe,” John joins.

You turn to them and look at them both sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, my loves, you’re right.”

You smile widely as you tackle the pair on the bed and press kisses to each of their faces, reciting, ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’, in between each kiss. They both held you close laughing and trying to match every kiss you gave.  

The three of you smiled at each other. Herc and Laf looked loving at the three of you.

“May we join, mes amours?”

“Thats the only thing that would make this even better,” you answer.

Herc and Laf both jump on the bed, Laf pulling you into his arms and nuzzling your neck.

Alex turns to face you. “That was a fun new discovery,” he smiled gently, brushing hair away from your face.  

“I hope we can discover a lot more,” John smiles.  

“Well, we have time,” Herc looks lovingly at you.  

“As long as you’ll keep me.”

“Forever then,” Laf replies, holding you close and kisses you behind you ear.

“Forever.”

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The Worst Kind of Event (Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)

The Worst Kind Of Event

(Washington x platonic fem!soldier reader)

Request:- @t0xcat

“” hey! could i possibly get a washington x platonic fem solider reader where he basically sees her as his daughter and has been fighting by his side for a long time and then she’s sent away to south carolina for the battle of yorktown and he receives news from one of the soldiers that she died and washington and the rest of the hamilsquad has a funeral for her n stuff,, sry if it’s confusing!! have fun writing!! 💖💖 “”

~ Warnings: angst, a couple swears, soldiers and war, death, lots of tears ~

{{I'm so sorry if it sucks I've never done angst before, hope it's okay!!☺️💗}}

Words: 3.1 k (so I may have got a little bit carried away?!) 

You had worked with George for 3 years now. You'd come along way from the scrappy blood thirsty recruit he's met all that time ago. You'd joined the revolution after your parents had been killed in an attack from the British soldiers. You'd had enough of standing by and letting others fight for you. 

When you first approached him he didn't take you seriously, something he would quickly learn to regret, you attacked his name and ended up in a duel on your second day on camp. It didn't go anywhere because George had stepped in, he had sent you to his tent while he dealt with your opponent, a one Alexander Hamilton. He wouldn't hear slander against his mentors name, no matter who it came from.

Three years later Alex was the closest thing you had to a brother, you loved him dearly. He was always by your side, you'd saved eachother lives many times over. Be it from enemy fire or from eating food John Laurens had prepared, he said he could cook but Washington had warned you never to accept food off him unless you wanted to spend a few days with the nurses throwing your guts up. He was also one of your best friends, the three of you were practically inseparable, you'd fight, eat and sleep together. The three of you were Washington's aids so you'd all room together. You didn't mind, you'd much rather have them with you and know where they were rather than worry about their whereabouts; as you often did when you couldn't find them about camp. 

You'd also made friends with a tailor who'd frequent the campsite, you recognised him as the boy who worked with the tailor your father had gone to. When he'd first seen you he did a double take. Where was the sweet young girl he'd often played with when their fathers had been busy. You quickly grew inseparable, he'd seen first hand what this war had done to you. He adopted an older brother role, watching out for you on the campsite. 

There had been a group of soldiers who'd decided you'd be an easy target and grabbed you on your second week, they had planned to rough you up a bit and steal your rations, making its a regular occurrence. Unfortunately for them Lafayette had been watching and followed you out. He'd had trouble with those particular men before and had a horrible gut feeling that they were going to do something bad. They didn't get the chance because he'd followed, grabbing the leader and shoved him against the wall, his friends looked on mouths agape as Lafayette was explicitly clear about what he would do to them if they ever bothered you again. You'd been thankful for him ever since. The five of you grew to be a close knit group of friends.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Alex grins as you sit down next to him with your tray "they're giving out assignments at 7, they said some of us will be going as far as South Carolina.." he says nervously, John was from South Carolina which meant it was likely he'd get selected, he knew the terrain which would prove useful to the troops. The last they'd heard south Carolina had been secured but a LOT of blood had been shed to get there. It was likely that just as much would be to keep it that way. 

"He better make it back' you say, trying to sound strong, your voice betraying you with a slight wobble. 

"Who better what?' John asks and he slides info the seat across from you 

"Nothing" Alex says quickly, too quickly. John just gives him a strange look before he starts to eat his own dinner. Hes barely half way when Washington comes up to the table 

"Laurens, Y/L/N, with me," he says gruffly. You have just enough time to shoot a look to Alex, who looks worried, before you're following George to his office. You and John half speed walking, half running to keep up with the general. He wasn't happy, not one bit, you could feel it in the air. "sit down, both of you" he says shutting the door to his office. You share a worried look with John and take a seat.

"Sir?" John asks after a few seconds of silence, there was something wrong, George was stalling.

"You're both shipping out to South Carolina tomorrow" he says finally "first thing in the morning, I'm not sure how long for but you'll both be back before you know it" he says confidently, well, like he was trying to be. If only he could have guaranteed that.. 

You and John left the next morning, Alex and George had both gotten up hours earlier than they should've to see you off. Hercules and Lafayette had said their good byes the might before, the five of you shared dinner together. You'd be lying if you'd said there wasn't a tearful goodbye. Alex took it really hard. As soon as he'd heard south Carolina he knew John would be going. You, however, were a complete shock and it shook him to his very core. You both were excellent soldiers, he knew you could handle yourselves but he couldn't help but worry. 

George hugged you both and saluted which you gladly returned, he wasn't big on goodbyes so he said "until we see eachother again" and smiled, you could feel the love through those few words and you wiped away tears and hug him again, Alex and John quickly joining, he was the closest all three of you had to a father which made you your own little family.

"We got this' John says squeezing your shoulder as you join the other troops in the carriage. 

As it turns out, you in fact, did not have this, far from it. Upon arrival it seemed as all was okay, you'd been thinking the worse but once you got there it didn't seem so bad. You had a part of your family with you and that was all you needed. The conditions were rougher than you were used to but it wasn't so bad, you shared a tent with John so you attest had someone familiar to talk to. 

One the second day you were sent out into the field, there was enemy fire and you were sent as back up. John was by your side laying against a rock when it happened. A loud crack and a searing pain erupted across your side. 

You'd been shot.

The medics did everything they could, they allowed John to travel back to base with you but there was nothing more to be done. He sat by your side while you lay in the bed. He did his best to cheer you up, even with tears in his eyes he told you it was going to be okay and you'd be fine. You knew better. 

"John" you said quietly and he stopped mid sentence, he could see the light behind your eyes was dimming

"Yes?' he whispers back, knowing his voice would betray him if he raised it any higher 

"I want you to write this down, f-for when you go back" you choke out as he scrambled to get a pad and pencil. He scribed down your final words, a letter for each of your family. You used the last of your energy to sign each one.

Alex had been looking forward to your return for weeks. He'd received a letter from you and John the first week, you'd sent it the first day. He'd received letters from John since but he didn't think much of it, field work was tiring and he knew you put 100% into your work and probably fell into bed as soon as you'd had the chance. John's letters were short, but that was to be expected, hed never been half the writer you or alex were. 

"You're going to wear out the deck" Lafayette chuckles from beside him

"I can't wait to see them" Alex says happily as Hercules grins up at his friend. He's sat on the desk with a notebook as he sketches some new designs for a dress, he'd already made you one since you left, he was so excited to see you and show you the three others he'd designed. 

Alex stood on his tippy toes as the ship came into view. He could see soldiers peering over the edge of the ship, there were less than those who'd left three weeks earlier but that was to be expected. He couldn't see you or John. He looks to Washington who'd joined them as the ship docked. Soldiers flooded off the ship, happy to be home on dry land after the travel at sea. 

They waited patiently as soldier after soldier disembarked, as the crowd on the ship dwindled they began to grow worried. Finally John emerged, he looked ill.. no not ill, heartbroken, he looked heartbroken. Hercules felt his stomach drop as they ran to the deck, the crowd of soldiers clearing as Washington marched up to the ship

"John?" He asks as Lafayette helps the grief stricken man off the boat and back onto dry land. "What's happened?" He asks carefully, not daring to utter your name. John just shakes his head as tears filled his eyes for what felt like the 100th time since it happened. Alex felt his knees give out as he collapsed, laf catches him just in time, practically having to hold him up. No.. no this couldn't be happening. Everyone had told him you'd both be coming back, where were you?! 

George's face had hardened a thousand years, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. He turned away as they threatened to spill over. He gently lay a hand on John's shoulder and squeezed it, it was all he could do before he marched away to his office. This wasn't supposed to happen, you and John were supposed to come home okay, he'd warned the general to keep an eye on the both of you, to keep you safe. He needed you to be safe. You were the closest thing he'd ever come to having a daughter. You'd saved his life more times than he could remember, you'd also kept Alexander out of trouble more than enough times which he was, of course, grateful for. When he'd heard your story about your parents he'd been moved, most people would've crumpled at that hardship but you only took it in your stride to power yourself. That's what he loved about you, that you took everything like gave you and used it to your advantage. You were also incredibly kind and would do anything for your family. 

He thought back to his last birthday, he hadn't wanted anyone to know it was his birthday but you'd decorated his room with balloons and a handpainted banner and had your whole little family there to celebrate, you'd even found a cake for him to make a wish on. He'd promised you he'd return the favour for your next birthday- god your birthday was in less than a week.. he had so many plans but now none of them could happen.. you couldnt be gone, you just couldn't.. he knew better but it was easier to kid himself at least for a few short moments.

The boys were a mess, they'd help John off the boat and to the room he'd shared with you and Alex. They were silent on the trip, Alex and John settled on his mattress while Hercules and Lafayette took Alex's. Your bed was left empty, no one could bear to look at it, they all snuck glances and felt an intense pang of pain at the sight of your made bed, complete empty.

"H-how?" Hercules asks quietly, he didn't want to know the answer but he had too

"Shot" John replies, equally as quiet, he hadn't spoken more than a few words to anyone since it had happened "second day.." 

"You- you didn't mention it in your letters" Alex mentions as John turns to look at him "it wasn't something you could mention in your letters" he corrects quickly 

"Three weeks ago?" Laf asks quietly as tears fill his eyes. John not only had to go through it alone but he had to keep it to himself for three weeks? My god "Mon ami' he sighs softly as he goes over to hug his friend, Hercules following quickly. They stayed there, all crammed into John's bed for what seemed like hours, just existing, they didn't say much except to comfort eachother, there was nothing else they could do. 

Your funeral was held 3 days later, on your birthday of all days. Instead of George distracting you for most of the day while the others ran around preparing your surprise party they were preparing another event, the worst kind of event. George had sent Alex to the meadow with John to pick wild flowers to decorate your coffin with. He didn't want either boys around when you body arrived, he knew it would be too much for alex and John had already gone through so much. Hercules had travelled into town to purchase some food and drink for them, your favourites of course. Lafayette stayed with George, they'd both needed to be on duty so they worked through out the day, dreading as the evening drew closer. 

There was a memorial scheduled to start at 8 but Washington had arranged to have a small private ceremony just before so at 7 he gathered the boys up and they went to say their goodbyes. Alex and John had done a beautiful job, there was flowers tucked into every crevice possible, a beautiful array of flowers taped to the top, George smiled, they'd practically emptied half the meadow for you.

"I'm going to keep this short" George starts after clearing his throat 

"Like Alex" Alexander says with a teary smile, as you'd always responded when George said that 

"Of course" George says as the other boys smile "(Y/N) was an incredible person, I'd always thought of her as a daughter and I'm going to miss her, a lot" he sighs softly as he places a hand on the coffin "I wish I'd told her in person.." he trails off gesturing for someone else to speak.  

"I've known (y/n) since before I even started tailoring, we'd play together while her father was fitted for his suits. Her dad was a kind man who always brought extras of whatever lunch her mum had packed, for her to share with me. it's easy to see where she got her kindness from, and she was so kind, she didn't care what kind of person someone was, if she could help them she was going too" hercules smiles softly "she'd helped me on too many occasions to count, whether it be needing a model for a dress or shooting someone who'd come up behind me.. see told you she'd help in anyway" he chuckled as his eyes laid sight on the coffin "I'm going to miss your pretty face (y/n).. although I'm sure I'll see you in my dreams soon enough" he smiles 

Laf was next, he approached the coffin and placed a hand on it tentatively, as I'd he was scared it would open suddenly "I am thankful everyday that I was brave the day we met ma Cherie.." he says quietly "since that day I've been thankful for you, your laugh your energy and your love. You've been an absolute light in our lives" he says softly as the other smile and nod "j'adore tu' he whispers quietly as he steps back so that Alex could step up 

"W-we fought the first day we met.. Nearly ended up shooting eachother, I'm so glad we didn't because the last three years have been the best, a-all you guys have made me so happy, I truly feel like there's somewhere I belong" alex says wiping away tears furiously, he WOULDNT cry, not again "(Y/N) came to share the room John and I had and from the very first night I could tell we'd be the best of friends, she didn't mind John and I staying up talking for hours, she was the one who started card games that ended in a pillow fight" he giggles as Washington sighs 

"You know how much trouble I got into because you woke up the general across the hall?" He chuckles 

"Yeah enough that we were on washing up duty for a week" John laughs "still worth it though" 

"Definitely" Alex smiles softly as he looks between the coffin and his friends "love you (y/n)" he whispers quietly as he steps back

John sighs softly "Is it wrong that I wish I'd been here?" He asks no one in particular "don't get me wrong, I'm glad I was there for her but I see it every time I close my eyes.." 

"Were here for you son" George says gently as he pats John's shoulder reassuringly 

"Like everyone's already said, she's incredible and it fucking sucks she's gone" John continues, he wasn't the best at public speaking, especially when he was upset "at first I was happy I wasn't going alone but now I wish it was me instead.." he says as the tears start to fall "it's so fucking unfair! Why do-"

"Hey" Alex says gently and hugs him tightly, the other three joining quickly, there was nothing they could do about you but they could be there for John and eachother and they'd get through it, they had to, for you. John pulls away after a few seconds and pulls something out of his coat 

"B-before she.. I wrote these letters for h-her, there's one for each of us, she signed then end of them" he explains and he hands out the letters for the others to read. They stood in silence as they read their letters. John had already heard them and knew his own inside out, he'd read it many times but that didn't stop the sting of tears in his eyes. He looked at the others, Alex and laf had both sat down to read theirs, knowing they wouldn't be able to stand. Hercules stood frozen as he got to the end of his letter, his fingers hovered over where your name was signed, he sighs softly, a small smile spread across his face as he read the stupid joke you'd made John add as a ps.

Washington read his letter slowly, he was already trying to keep in together, he couldn't break down in front of them. The others had never seem him cry before. Unfortunately his eyes had other plans, the tears freely flowing from his eyes as he finished. 

He was going to miss you terribly.

[thegingerwriter]

5″ Of Rage - Poly!Hamsquad x Reader

Warnings: Being called a homo? 

Words: 900+

Request:  Um hi, I wanted to request a poly!hamilsquad x reader with an s/o that is always getting into fights and trouble, maybe a scene in a bar where someone insults one of the boys or something? Thank you so much!

“Who’s on Y/n duty?” Hercules muttered to the other boys, eyeing you across the room coming out of the bathroom. 

It had been ages since you and the boys had a night out- everyone had been working so much and so hard, there just simply wasn’t time. And when there was time, everyone was just exhausted. Tonight, you, John, Alex, Hercules and Lafayette finally had the opportunity to go out and drink a little for the weekend. 

But going out with you was a task, the boys soon found out when they first started dating you. It had been over a year since you started your joint relationship and they loved you dearly. But going out was the same. Eyeing you carefully and making sure you didn’t start anything…

You were incredibly defensive. Over yourself, over your boys. You wouldn’t take shit from people lightly. Or at all, really. 

So going out to a bar, with you ever so slightly wasted, didn’t seem like the perfect plan, but the boys came up with their own. 

“Okay.” Alexander slurred, about as drunk as you were right now. The both of you were especially competitive, and when one of you decided to challenge the other to how fast they could drink, you were both determined to win. And that ended up with you drunk, Alexander completely drunk, John tipsy, Lafayette in a fit of laughter, and Hercules muttering to himself about driving the four of you home tonight. “We just gotta hug her real tight, and squeeze the anger out of her if she gets a little angsty.” Alex looked proud of himself for the suggestion. 

Lafayette shook his head, giggling at him. “No, Alex. We need a more… foolproof plan.”

“Foolproof plan for what?” You asked, stumbling over to the group and then into Herc who wrapped an arm around your waist immediately to stop you from falling over. 

“Keeping you out of trouble.” He answered bluntly and you scrunched your face up at him.

“Trouble? What trouble?”

John laughed at you and turned to look at Alexander, who was counting something on his fingers. Perhaps, how many rounds of drinks he had had. Grabbing his hands to divert Alexander’s attention, John tucked a few loose hairs behind his lover’s ear before tenderly kissing his cheek. Alex forgot whatever he was doing and instantly turned with those same, deeply in love eyes to wind a hand into John’s curly hair and place a kiss on his lips.

“AWWWW.” You said loudly, completely melting at the sight. You did this every time you witnessed such a sight. Especially, when you were drunk and have no volume control. 

“Hey, homo. Go someplace else.” Someone suddenly said. 

Immediately, you jumped up, Herc grabbing your arm in warning as you looked around for the source of the voice. You found him quick, a tall guy with a beer in his hand glaring angrily at Alexander and John, who were still in their tender position, looking appalled. 

“What did you say?” Alexander asked angrily. 

The guy’s stare hardened. “I said, go someplace else, you homos.”

Before Herc even realised you were slipping out of his grasp, you bounded towards the guy, giving him a hard shove in the chest, taking him by surprise as he stared at the 5’3 tiny woman in front of him. “How dare you speak to my boyfriends like that,” you growled, and his eyes widened.

“Your boyfriends? That’s even worse. Get out of here and take your bitch with yo-” you swung your arm up and your fist collided with his jaw. “WHAT THE HELL?!” He yelled. 

It was a surprisingly good hit for someone so drunk, but you still had to resist the urge to cry out at the pain that shot through your hand, shaking it behind your back.

“Mon amor, you should stop while you’re ahead. We’ll just leave.” Lafayette laid a hand on your arm.

“Yes, we will.” You said, satisfied with what you had accomplished. You turned, accepting Laf’s hand as you began to walk away. 

Behind you, you heard the quiet, muttered, “Psycho bitch.” You turned around so fast Lafayette was almost not quick enough, quickly wrapping his arm around you and pushing you into Hercules instead.

“Let me at him again!” You screamed, struggling as Herc dragged you out of the bar and to the car outside. 

“Jesus, nothing stops you woman.” Hercules grunted. 

“Can’t say she wouldn’t take a bullet for us though-did you see how fast she turned around?” John laughed, dragging Alex next to him. 

“Maybe a movie night is a better idea next time.” Lafayette mumbled, helping you get into the car before you decided to potentially attack someone again. He placed you in the middle of him and Alexander, putting John in the front seat. Maybe the two drunks should stay in one place, was Laf’s suggestion. 

Hercules jumped into the front, starting the engine and taking off before someone recognised you and they spent the night down at the police station. 

The car was silent before you let out a long sigh. “Are you mad at me?” You asked, and the boys all laughed. 

“Never.” Alexander pulled you into him, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Why would we be? You showed that guy who not to mess with.” John said from the front. 

“You really showed him, Y/n.” Lafayette leaned against you on the other side. 

“Nice to know you have our backs.” Hercules laughed. “Just… don’t attack anyone next time?”

You crossed your arms. “No promises.”

They all laughed again.

Tags: @waddles03

[thenonsenseuniverse]

Coffee Cups and Leather Jackets pt. 7

Hamilton Modern Au Hamilsquad x Reader Thomas Jefferson x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7

Summary: After finally getting away from ‘The King’, You decide that maybe it’s time you talk to Jefferson about his own interests in you. Meanwhile, the Hamilsquad decide to come up with a plan to get Y/N at The Blue Coats. Washington confronts them.

          You had been sitting through dinner with these three imbeciles for about an hour and a half, and you could feel your self-control slipping. Within that hour and a half, all Sam, Charles, and George had discussed a range of things from how the school should stop accepting lower classmen as they only tarnish its ivy league reputation, to insulting the Hamilsquad, to simply talking about their classes. Throughout these discussions, George’s hand seemed to be restless on your skin. It went from your shoulder, to hand, to your knee, before finally resting on your thigh. You didn’t like his touch, but you played along. 

“What I don’t understand is why, despite being the smartest and most powerful man in the school, we’re still not liked by the student body. Hamilton humiliated me in front of the entire student body when I was giving my proclamation on how the student body should be behaving and how we should be treated. He called me a dog!” Samuel whined putting his head on the table. 

You sighed, growing tired of being submissive, and turned to him. “Do yo-you ever think th-that m-m-maybe it’s for that very reason that pep-uh-people disrespect yo-you?” They all went quiet and looked at you. You shrunk back into George’s chest shyly. “I-I-I mean, p-people don’t like, um, like being t-to-told what t-t-to do. People like the H-Hamilsquad believe in f-freed-dom, and th-that people should be a-b-ble to be them s-s-selves n-no matter who th-they are or wh-where they come f-from. So of c-course it’s going t-t-to upset th-them if you outright oppose them. Inst-stead of working against their be-believes, you n-need to allow them t-to pr-prove themselves wrong. Th-then provide th-them the resources to see th-things yo-your way. “

Charles rose a suspicious eyebrow at you. “Are you saying that our King is wrong? He is never wr-”

“Oh do shut up, Charles.” George cut him off as he stared ahead thoughtfully. “ So you’re saying I should let them go, have their independence, and let them realize just how much they truly need me when their alone and complaining of their own?” You nodded, and he hummed in agreement as he smiled down at you. “I suppose that is what happened to you, isn’t it? I gave you a little more space than usual, and next thing I know, you’ve come to senses about those scum and now your here with me.”

Huh. You hadn’t thought about it that way. You, of course, knew that wasn’t the case, but simply nuzzled deeper against his chest. You could practically feel him grin as he began to run his fingers through your hair. 

“Y/N has a point, boys. This strategy would take much less time and energy and we wouldn’t have to use our sources through the school as much.” You slightly narrowed your eyebrows at this but said nothing. George brought his fingers under your chin and smiled at you. “I always knew you would be of great value to us, Y/N. You’ve only been part of the group for a day and already your slipping into your role by my side.”

A chill ran down your spine at his words. You didn’t like his tone or the way he was looking at you right now. You needed to end this. 

You smiled up at him. “Thank you, my King, it's good to know that at least someone appreciates me.” You then let out a subtle yawn and glanced down at your watch. “However, as wonderful as this day with you has been, I’m exhausted and-”

George sighed and chuckled. “Of course, I completely forgot. You have English with Mr. Green tomorrow at 8pm.” You felt your blood go cold slightly. He knew your schedule, apparently, he knew your history, and he no doubt had more knowledge on you as well. This means that this man knows more about you than anyone except your family. You didn’t like this. George seemed to pick up on your confused fear and ruffled your hair. “Don’t look like that, it wasn’t too hard to find out your schedule. Just a matter of pulling a few strings within the administration's office. Your information is safe with me.” He snapped his fingers and signaled for everyone to rise. “Come on, we’re taking Y/N back to their dorm. They have a midterm to study for.” The more he talked the less at ease you felt. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist as you were leaving. “You know, if you need help, Samuel is majoring in English. I mean, not that your grades are slacking, they’re stellar actually. But Samuel is our communications and English expert, I handle all the business and sciences and Charles...” He paused for a moment before sighing. “Well Charles is trying his best, but he’s loyal; I’ll give him that.”

After that, they did as promised. George got the driver to bring them to your dorm and kissed your hand before you left. “We’ll save you a seat at our table at lunch, Darling. Be sure to be there.” His words were final and left no room for you to say otherwise. He then flashed you a bright smile and waved as the car pulled away. 

The moment it was out of your sight you let out a huge breath as all tension left your body. “Well, that was fucked up.” You mumbled under your breath as you entered your dorm. 

As you entered the comfort of your bedroom, you reflected on the past week or so.

You finally confronted your shitty friends on their shitty behavior and dumped their asses

You met Jefferson and his friends on the same day. Which, to be honest, it was kind of creepy, but you were too sad and lonely to notice at the time.

And finally, you just went on the equivalent of a date with your long term stalker as per Jefferson’s request and am now scared to leave your dorm lest you be followed by his perverted ass. 

When had your life become so dramatic? When had you allowed it to become this? 

The image of a magenta leather jacket flashed in your mind.  Jefferson. Looking back on your first interaction with him, it all seemed staged. There were similarities between how he treated you at that moment and how George treated you when you pretended to be in that same situation. They both desired to manipulate your pain to get what they wanted. They both seemed to have extensive knowledge about you, George more so than Jefferson. 

Was it possible that Jefferson was hiding things from you? Aaron had briefly mentioned that he had been obsessed with you at some point. 

But why? What so interesting about quiet little Y/N? Why did both Jefferson and George, arguably two of the most powerful students on campus, deem you worthy of their attention?

Just thinking about all of it gave you a headache. You’d deal with it tomorrow, for now, you had to sleep. George was right about one thing, you had class in the morning and if you didn’t want to be a sleep-deprived zombie you had to go to bed now. 

You curled up under the covers and allowed sleep to overcome you.

***

At the same time, across town, the Hamilsquad was entering The Blue Coats.

They were exhausted. Ever since they had seen Jefferson and Y/N at the cafe a couple days ago, they had been working non-stop to come up with a plan to get them back. However, nothing seemed to be good enough. 

Laurens plopped himself onto the nearest bar stool and slumped his head against the counter. “What are we going to do?” He groaned.

Alex scoffed and joined him. “There’s not much we can do with Jefferson spewing non-sense in their ear.”

Herc shook his head as he took his seat. “No there’s got to be away. I mean she just met Jefferson. She’s known us for over a year and a half. Yeah, we fucked up, but the fact of the matter is that she knows us.” 

They all turned to Laf as he silently sat down staring intently at the counter. Alexander rose an eyebrow at his behavior when suddenly he was hit with an idea.

“What! Laf is friends with Jefferson. He can get inside information for us.” 

The Frenchman sighed and looked up. “I do know him, but we’re not quite friends. More like he did me a favor once and now I owe him once.” He narrowed his eyebrows as he turned to them. “What confuses me is Jefferson never does anything without a reason. Everything is planned out and done with precision. So what does he want from Y/N?”

As they asked themselves this question, Washington appeared from the back and seemed to relax at their present. “Ah, boys! I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

Hercules smiled at him. “G. Wash! What’s up? It has been a while since we’ve last been in.”

Washington batted off the welcome and looked at the with an air of authority and seriousness. “Can any of you contact Y/N? They were here earlier tonight with some...questionable company and didn’t seem entirely at ease. I want to make sure that they’re okay.”

The boys glanced at each other as Alex let out another groan of frustration. “I know! They’ve been hanging out with that no good Thomas Jefferson and-”

Washington frowned at his words. “They weren’t with Jefferson. Although that makes me worry even more. I trust that man about as far as I can throw. But no, they were here with that nasty little shit George and his posse. I offered them an angel shot, but they denied it. The whole thing just felt off.”

The entire Hamilsquad felt their blood run cold. Y/N hated George. He was a stalker, creepy, and possessive. He had been trying to get his grimy little hands on them since the moment he saw them. They had always been there to protect them though, always there to stop it. 

Why would they go out with George willingly? Why would they put themselves in danger like that?

“Oh Y/N,” John whimpered out. “What have you gotten yourself into?”