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notmydayjob · 4 years ago

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a walk in two worlds | john laurens x reader.

words: 1.8k

warnings: a little bit about slavery just because its john, parent death, fluff and some possibly sexual comments if you think on it

desc: your father is british general whose been called to fight in georgia, with him gone and you alone in new york things are bound to happen, especially after you meet a certain soldier boy.

this is my first hamilton fic and I wanted to say a couple things before it got it started. First of all I am white writer and I write my fics to be inclusive but there may be things that I may not realize are excluding people because I’ve had the privilege of not being excluded so if you notice anything then please message me and I’ll be more than happy to edit it. second i wrote this at 3 am and even if nobody reads it i’ll probably make a pt2 but lemme know.

i kinda picked and choosed what i wanted to use from hamilton and real life so obviously not historically accurate

There’s nothing quite like summer in the city, children running in the streets, the sound of hooves on the brick laid roads, and the hot sun shining down on busy men and women. You had just moved into the city with your father but soon after you arrived your father was called away to join the fight in Georgia. You were left behind with only your housekeeper who functioned as a Nanny when you were a child. Your mother had died when you were very young and your father worked so Joan was the closest thing to family you had. Before your father left he gave you three instructions. One, the city can be a dangerous place for a young beautiful girl, don’t go downtown. Two, if you must stray from the house never go anywhere unaccompanied. Three, the revolutionists are reckless and ruinous, stay away. Your father was a smart man but often worried too much especially for you. It took nearly three days to convince Joan to let you leave the house. “I will come with you then, just let me finish my chores, and then we may go, but we are staying uptown, it’s nice here, awfully quiet too.” She said when she finally caved. You thanked her profusely but unbeknownst to her when she turned her back to you, you slipped out the back door. When your father left he took the carriage with him and the coachman had not yet returned so you had to walk into the city. You weren’t complaining though, the weather was warm and the fresh air was refreshing after a week of house arrest. As you approached the downtown district of Manhattan you noticed a noticeable drop in wealth due to many of its residents being either college students, revolutionists, or merchants. A young man stood on a soapbox in the city square ranting about the unjust taxes and the recent events in Boston while a large crowd cheered around him. Propaganda flyers were hung on every storefront and street lamp, you took one and quickly shoved it into the bottom of your basket next to a small bag of coins. For about 20 minutes you strolled around going between stands of vendors selling fruits, fans, furniture, and everything in between. You stopped at the stand of a man selling vegetables and began picking out a few. You clearly felt a presence behind you but stayed focused on your task. “What is a pretty young lady like you doin’ in the city all by herself.” The presence spoke smoothly. You looked up from under the brim of your hat to see a man around your age maybe a few years older. His curly black hair was tied up tightly at the back of his head. Your eyes then traveled to the rich blue coat he proudly wore. “Minding my own business.” You said flatly as you turned back to what you were doing. “You know there are a lot of dangerous people out here who might want to take advantage of such a pretty girl.” He said clearly thinking he was very smooth. “Is that so?” You responded as you paid for your goods. Maybe you were naive but he didn’t seem threatening, he seemed young, reckless, and a flirt which could be just as bad. “Yes ma’am, maybe I should be your escort to-” He began again but you cut him off. “What’s your name, sir.” You asked him curtly and for once turned to fully face him. “John Laurens.” He tipped his head to you. “Don’t you have something to protest Mr. Laurens.” You brushed past him and continued down the street but he was quick to follow you. “I’m a wonderful multitasker.” He chuckled softly at his own joke. You wanted to hate him, you wanted to believe everything your father said about revolutionists but this man was charming and had a gravitational pull that was nearly impossible for you to resist. You knew if he stopped following you then you would follow him, you just hoped he didn’t know that. “I’ve never seen you around here before.” “Is that supposed to be a question, Mr. Laurens.” From the side of your vision, you could see the grin on his face, he liked having you riled up. “My father and I just moved uptown.” “So a rich pretty girl.” He said to himself with the full intention of you hearing to which you scoffed. “Am I wrong?” He stepped out in front of you locking his honey brown eyes with yours. You simply rolled your eyes in protest. “That’s what I thought.” His smirk was so genuine and charming it made you smile back to which he beamed brightly. “So what does the pretty girl’s father do for such wealth.” He posed. “Old money.” You stated simply to avoid the topic but he was clearly not satisfied. “He’s a general.” You stared intently over at him to gauge his reaction. John immediately stopped in his tracks and the smirk on his fell. “I take it we’re on different sides of the war.” He nodded slowly not meeting your eyes. His sudden quietness intrigued you, it seemed like that would have only made him mouthier. “That’s right.” Your voice was nearly inaudible but your beg for him not to turn away was loud enough for him to stay even for just a moment longer. You were not content with those being your last words so you continued: “My father believes that the King is a just one.” You chose your words intentionally, hoping he would take the bait yet shocked when he did. “And what do you believe?” You didn’t quite know how to respond to his question. No one had ever asked for your political opinion, especially not a man. “Well,” The small grin was already appearing on your face. “The price of tea is far too high nowadays.” The smile was quick to come to his face though he played it off with a joking scoff and eye roll. “So, does the beautiful young lady have a name?” “Y/n.” “Y/n,” He repeated your words testing it out to see if he liked it, apparently he did because the next thing he asked was where the two of you were headed next. You went to the silversmith, and he talked about growing up on a plantation in South Carolina and the things he saw happen to his father’s slaves. You went to the bakery and he told you his dreams of giving those men their freedom so they could join him in fighting in the war. You found him more endearing the longer you talked to him. You let your guard down and showed him your interest in what he had to say and you no longer tried to hide the laughs and smiles that he pulled out of you. “What about you?” He asked as he held the door to the general store open for you. “What about me?” You asked promptly. “Oh, come on, I’ve done nothing but talk, you have to return the favor.” His smirk grew quickly. You simply rolled your eyes but let yourself smile to show that you found the joke at least a little funny. “There’s not much to tell until two weeks ago I stayed in my home back in London and did what I was asked.” You explained. “Will you grab the jam jar on the top shelf for me?” You could probably reach it but you wanted to see how quickly he would please you. He in fact did follow your request but not before taking a step closer to you, pressing you against the shelf as he reached over you to grab the jar above your head. “You don’t seem like the type to quietly obey.” John’s voice was low, lower than you’d ever heard it before and quiet enough so that you were the only one who heard his words. He did this on the purpose of course, what he said was only for you. He brought his hand down to give you the jar, your hand resting on his for just a moment. That’s when you realized this was the first time you’d touched, and now that’s all you wanted to do and the brushing of hands wasn’t nearly enough. As you went to stutter out an answer the shouting that was coming through the front door pulled both of you out of your moment. “Y/n M/n L/n, there you are, oh my god!” Joan ran straight for you. Her pale cheeks flushed and grey hair falling loose from her low bun. “I thought you’d run away, do you know how upset your father will be?” “Father isn’t here, you don’t have to tell him anything.” You proposed. “Is this your mother?” John interjected as he held his hand out for her to take. “No, she’s my handler.” You said with a hint of annoyance. Joan gave John her hand and he promptly placed a kiss on the back of it, you felt yourself become envious of her hand. Her cheeks turned bright red, you were sure she would tell you about how she hasn’t gotten this much attention from men since she was 20. “Joan this is John Laurens, John Laurens this is Joan.” You nearly groaned out. Joan quickly spoke up again right when you saw her eyes fall on Johns’s coat. “Oh my! Y/n we must be headed home now!” She grabbed your hand and began to drag you to the door. “Joan, Joan!” You shouted for attention before dangling your basket in front of her face. “I’ll pay for these.” She took the basket from your hands. “You wait outside.” She shooed you away. You exited the shop making sure that John was following. “Maybe we should make a run for it.” You turned to John as he chuckled. “I don’t think so, you’ll give the poor woman a heart attack.” He said then a silence fell between you. “I don’t want this to be the last time I see you though.” “Neither do I.” You said softly. “May I write you?” John quickly turned towards you, swooping your hands into his and holding them close to his heart. “Yes.” You nodded as you stared intently and how he held you. “John, this won’t be easy, my father would never-” “I know.” He said simply as he smiled at you and for just a moment you didn’t care about what your father would say. “Alright, Y/n, it’s time for us to head home,” Joan said as she came out the door. “Goodbye, Y/n.” He took your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Goodbye, John Laurens.”

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a-lonely-ass-hoe · 7 years ago

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Elavator

John Laurens x Reader Modern AU ____________________________________

*John Laurens P.O.V* There she is in the elevator again here's my chance. In gonna flirt with her and be smooth like always. I walk into the elevator and see her on her phone with her earbuds in. Maybe next time.

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Alright second time here we go. And on her phone again. I can't interrupt her. Can I? No no I can't. ~~~~~~~~~

This goes on for a good week.

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At this point I gave up. Oh Shit! SHE'S NOT ON HER PHONE! GO JOHN GOO!

"Hey."

Are you Fucking kidding me John. Hey. Hey. HEY! After a week all I have is hey.

"Um... Hi?"

Before I say anything she leaves. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

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On her phone again at least no head phones. C'mon John flirt! But... Shit John you're staring and now she's looking at you weird.

"Um... Why are you staring at me?"

"CAUSE EVERYTIME WE'RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU'RE ALWAYS ON YOUR DAMN PHONE! and it makes it really hard for me to hit on you."

She smiles and blushes. She's so cute

#john laurens #john laurens x reader #oneshot #broadway #hamilton #lin manuel miranda

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hamiltimebinches · 7 years ago

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John Laurens x Reader: Flowering Affections Chapter 7

A/n: Sorry for taking so long to upload this. Chapter 6 here

Timeline: Modern

Warnings: None

Words: 2,496

Personally, my plan last night wasn’t to wake up to ten missed calls and forty-seven unread messages. That’s what happened though. Sitting up in my bed with my phone in my hand I looked down at the screen in bewilderment. Seven of the missed calls were from John, and the other three were each from Herc, Laf, and Alex. I had five texts from an unknown number, two from Thomas, eight messages from Alex, nine from Herc, and the other twenty-three were from John. It seemed he really wants to get in contact with me.

I stifled a yawn and unlocked my phone. I went into my messages and tapped on the unknown number. There was five texts and they said:

Hey, this is Eliza! I was just wondering if you get the time you could text me. (Sent at 1:50 a.m.)

Just to let you know I got your number from Alex’s phone. (Sent at 1:52 a.m.)

We all got home safe. I made sure to drop John, Laf, and Herc at their shared apartment and Alex is at our apartment with me. Just thought I’d let you know. (Sent at 1:55 a.m.)

(Y/n)? What happened earlier? You were there but suddenly you were gone. I haven’t seen you since at least twenty after midnight. (Sent at 2:06 a.m.)

I’m worried, please reply as soon as you see these. I hope you’re okay. (Sent at 2:15 a.m.)

Interesting. I kinda feel bad for worrying Eliza like that but I don’t want to reply yet. Not because I like leaving her in the dark or worried, because I don’t want to have to go through what happened last night once again. Not yet at least. So, I’ll just leave her texts for now. No, I won’t do that. I’ll just tell her something else.

Sorry about just leaving like that last night. Something came up and I just had to leave. I can go over what happened later if you want. I have something to do right now. (Sent at 8:03 a.m.)

With that I exited the conversation to check the other forty-two texts. Ugh, that’s gonna suck. I’ll start with the eight from Alex. Even though they’re just eight messages each one is probably going to be a paragraph though. Man, if I’d known how many texts I was going to have to go through in the morning I would have never slept last night. Then I could have responded to each of them as they were sent.

Hey, (Y/n). What’s up? What are you doing? (Sent at 5:53 a.m.)

What happened last night? I heard from Eliza that you just suddenly up and left. Not that she saw you leave but one moment you were there the next you were just, well, gone. (Sent at 5:55 a.m.)

Seriously, what happened? Why’d you leave? (Sent at 5:56 a.m.)

Just because you’re my friend you can’t just not explain yourself for suddenly leaving. Especially not because you are worrying my girlfriend half to death. (Sent at 5:59 a.m.)

What you did is not okay. This totally isn’t cool. (Sent at 6:01 a.m.)

Please respond. (Sent at 6:20 a.m.)

I’m sorry if I offended you. I know how I can come off as rude sometimes and that was not my intentions. (Sent at 6:23 a.m.)

Please, (Y/n). I’m only confronting you because I’m worried. I’m worried something’s happened to you. No one’s seen you since last night, or more technically, much earlier today. I’ll just text John and see if he knows what’s going on with you. I hope you’re okay. (Sent at 6:30 a.m.)

I placed a hand over my heart. Not only did I worry Eliza but I worried Alex. I’m not even offended in the slightest by his texts. It just shows me how much he cares. It’s warmed my heart a bit and made me feel slightly better. I woke up feeling shitty from what happened last night but now I feel a bit better. A banner slid down onto my screen, Eliza’s responded to my text. I left Alex’s texts and went to hers.

Oh, don’t worry! That’s completely fine, I’m just glad you’re safe. Maybe we can talk over tea or something this week? (Sent at 8:09 a.m.)

Yeah, totally! Let me get back to you later, I have to look at my schedule and see when I’m free. (Sent at 8:10 a.m.)

I decided next to go through Herc’s texts, I’ll leave the most and Thomas’ for last. I’ll probably just skim through John’s because there’s so many of them. Herc’s texts weren’t terrible, basically just a mixture of Alex and Eliza’s, meaning he was worried and upset but wasn’t as abrasive as the texts from Alexander. I sent back a quick apology and let him know that everything was fine, I just had to leave that was all.

Skimming through, John’s his texts were similar to what I got from the others. Concern, confusion, a bit of frustration as it got towards the end. For whatever reason I found myself getting irritated by the texts I had received from John. His concern for whatever reason grated on my nerves unlike it had with the others. Why do I feel so angry just even looking at his contact? Why do I feel so angry at John? Is it because he didn’t keep his promise? Those hurtful words he said, even though he wouldn’t remember them now? Why am I so upset at him? Is it wrong for me to be angry right now? No, I don’t think so. Although for one reason or another his last text really bothered me. It said:

(Y/n), please. I don’t know why you’re not responding to me or anyone else but please answer. I’m worried about you, what happened last night? Are you okay? I don’t know if somehow I upset you but please, please don’t take it out on everyone else. Talk to me. I’d be content with that even if for whatever reason you’ll end up hating me. I just want to know what’s going on. Whenever you have the time we can talk. My schedule is rather free this week and I’d even drop anything I’m doing if you want to talk. Just, contact someone to let us know you’re okay. (Sent at 6:45 a.m.)

Maybe it’s the fact that John seems so sincere in the text. Or maybe that it’s making me feel guilty for just leaving the way I did and worrying everyone. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m starting to believe Maria that part of the fault for what happened last night is John’s. Whatever the reason all I know is that I’m mad and not in the mood to talk to John at all. Which reminds me, I have to apologize to Maria, it’s still early, maybe I can make her her favorite breakfast. First though I have to check the texts from Thomas.

Good morning, (Y/n)! (Sent at 7:50 a.m.)

How are you feeling from last night? I know that what happened last night was scary so I just want to make sure that you’re fine so far. You can always call or text me if you need anything. (Sent at 7:53 a.m.)

I smiled as I reread the text for the third time. For some reason Thomas’ concern isn’t grating on my nerves, I even find it endearing. It’s so sweet that he’s worried about me and that he took the time to check up on me. No guy has ever gone out of his way to do something like that for me, well other than John. We’re going to ignore that fact for now though. I’m angry at him so I don’t want to think about that.

I quickly tapped out an answer then slid out of bed, leaving my phone behind on the ruffled covers. The wood floors were cold as I traipsed over to my dresser, pulling the middle drawer out to grab a pair of lacy jean shorts. After that I pushed in the drawer and opened another, this one being higher up than the last, and pulled out one of my favorite shirts. My mother had given it to me before I left for college this year. It’s a flowy white shirt that goes off the shoulder. I reached into another smaller drawer and grabbed a pair of rainbow socks.

I quickly dressed, adding my favorite sea turtle necklace. I brushed out my rat’s nest of hair and twisted it into a tight dutch braid. With that I grabbed my phone, slipping it in my back pocket, and left my room, the door closing with a quiet click. As I passed by the bathroom I caught a glimpse of what I looked like in the mirror. Damn! I look great! Too bad I can’t look like this when I actually have plans to go out. No time to waste looking at my reflection though, I need to make breakfast to apologize before Maria wakes up.

Upon making it to the kitchen I finally decided what I wanted to make for the apology. I’ll make her favorite breakfast, which just so happens to be my favorite breakfast as well. I’ll make waffles but these aren’t your normal waffles, oh nononono. These waffles are the size of the entire plate. With these waffles I am going to make my own strawberry sauce for a topping and cut up strawberries and peaches into slices to go with it. To top everything off I’m going to add whip cream to it.

I opened one of the many white cupboards looking for a mixing bowl. We have plenty of them but for some reason they are never where they’re supposed to be. Why is it like that? When you’re looking for something it’s never there but when your not looking for it it’s where it’s supposed to be. Just as I found the glass mixing bowl I had been in search for my phone dinged and vibrated as I was reaching for the large glass bowl. I slowly sank back down to where I was standing flat on my feet and my arm lowered until my palm was resting on the nice counters.

For a moment I was confused. What was the ding and vibrations about? Then I realized what it was and felt stupid for forgetting. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone. The new text was from Thomas and I unlocked my phone to view the message. Right under my message was a new one. I ended up reading over my text again and then Thomas’ response.

I’m feeling fine, thank you for asking. It means a lot. Thank you again for what you did last night, Thomas. (Sent at 8:14 a.m.)

As I said the night before, it was no problem. Just the right thing to do. (Sent at 8:37 a.m.)

I rolled my eyes at the response. Only Thomas would say that, only Thomas. In that aspect he’s just like he had been in high school. Always playing big deals off as nothing, like it was as easy writing your own name. It had gotten on my nerves so much that freshmen year but I surprisingly had found that I missed it when I went back home after everything was settled between my parents. It had been strange to not see him everyday at school and have to deal with his more annoying qualities. Last night I had found that fact about him annoying once more but now I can only find myself amused by it.

Whatever you say, Thomas, whatever you say. To me it will always be a big deal. (Sent at 8:38 a.m.)

After that I set my phone down on the counter and went back to stretching to grab the large mixing bowl. Why does it have to be so high up?! Just because you’re a giant Maria doesn’t mean I am! Finally, with one last-ditch effort I wrapped my fingers around the rim of the bowl and pulled it down into my arms. With a sigh of relief, I placed the bowl down on the counter. I looked over to my phone as it dinged and lit up upon receiving another text. It said:

You are exaggerating, my dear. (Sent at 8:40 a.m.)

I rolled my eyes at his answer and picked up my phone. I once again tapped out a response on the keyboard and sent it.

I am not! Now shut up, I need to make waffles. (Sent at 8:41 a.m.)

After that I set my phone back down on the counter and got to work getting the ingredients needed to make two of my mother’s famous large waffles. The whole time after I sent that text I devoted all of my attention to my breakfast making, completely ignoring my phone whenever it would ding in notification for a new text. It appears that after the one response I got from Thomas all the texts that I got were from John. Most of them were asking what was going on. He was also wondering why I was responding to everyone but him. I especially ignored his texts, at the moment I just can’t stand John.

“Mmm, what smells so good?” Maria asked as she sleepily stumbled into the kitchen. “Perfect timing, I just finished putting everything on the plates and in our spots at the island.” I said with a smile. She rubbed at her eye with a yawn; she’s still in her pjs and as she rubbed at her eye her shirt lifted up exposing some of her stomach. Aw, why does my best friend have to be so cute! “What’d you make?” She asked as she sluggishly made her way over to the island. “Our favorite! It’s too, y’know, apologize for last night. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I really am sorry, Maria.” I apologized, grabbing her hands in mine. What? It’s not weird for friends to hold hands.

“It’s fine, (Y/n), I shouldn’t have pressed you like that. Last night must have been terrifying for you and we were both upset and stressed. No harm was done so there’s no reason for you to apologize.” Maria said, gently squeezing my hands. It seems she’s much more awake now. “Oh! Is that your mom’s waffles and strawberry sauce, with sliced strawberries and peaches and whip cream?!” She asked, suddenly staring at the two plates that I took extra care to make look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. I let out a giggle, leave it to Maria to ruin a sweet moment with her undying love for food. I can’t judge her though, I get just as excited about food as she does. “Yes they are! Now come on, we should eat them before they get cool. I know from experience that cold waffles aren’t very good.”

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thenasoneshots · 2 years ago

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Master list:

As I publish stuff, I will update this. - Underlined, have links, non-underlined are not linked yet

FandomMas: 2023

Ace Attorney + Next Gens

Oneshots:

TGAA: Sherlock x Reader: Flowers of Love

DD/SOJ: Trans! Apollo x Reader: Love is Unconditional

DD: Simon x Phoenix's Sister! Reader: All for One and One for All

DD/SOJ: Apollo x Divorced! Reader: Doors Closed? Well, Windows are Always an Option

Addison x Edgeworth's Daughter! Reader: Untitled

Series:

BBC Sherlock

Oneshots:

Sherlock x Reader: A Christmas Surprise

Lestrade x Reader: Classroom Shippers

Sherlock x Reader: 'Secret' Identity

John x Reader: Deductions or Doctor?

Sherlock x Daughter! Reader: The Girl that I Wanna Be

Series:

Black Butler

Oneshots:

Ciel x Reader: A Birthday Surprise

Grell x Reader: BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!

Sebastian x Reader: Cats

Ciel x Reader: Secrets

Mey-Rin x Reader: Taking the Blame

Alois x Reader: Will He Allow It?

Series:

Descendants

Oneshots:

Ben x Reader: (Needs a Name)

Carlos x Reader: Dog Lovers

Series:

Encanto

Oneshots:

Bruno x Reader: You Can Always Find Help in Friends and Family

Series:

Fantastic Beasts/Harry Potter

Oneshots:

Newt x Reader: Bowtruckles Know Love

Newt x Reader: The Memory of a Muggle

Newt x Reader: Trust is Important

Newt x Reader: Bookstore Lovers

Sirius x Reader: Protection and Pranks

Sirius x Reader: Some Facts Are Good to Know

James x Reader: Seven Minutes with Black

Remus x Reader: Visiting Hours

Sirius x Reader: The True Gift of Gifting (Christmas oneshot)

Remus x Reader: Frozen Heart

Wolfstar x Reader: Extreme Truth or Dare

Sirius x Reader: Its the Inside That Counts

Series:

WolfStar x Reader: Flirting Gets You Nowhere Part 1 Part 2

Wolfstar Raise Harry: Part 1 (Not x Reader)

Fireman Sam (Plz don't judge meh)

Sam x Reader: Some Secrets Can Be Shared

Sam x Daughter! Reader: How Far I'll Go (Songfic)

Genshin Impact

Oneshots:

Series:

Glee

Oneshots:

Kurt x Reader: Similarities

Blaine x Trans ftm! Reader: Love Story

Sebastian x Blaine's Sister! Trans ftm! Reader: You Are the Reason

Series:

Hamilton

Oneshots

John x Reader: Strangers to Lovers

Jefferson x Washington's Daughter! Reader: (Y/n)'s Candy Store

Lee x Laurens! Reader: "Get Away From My Sister!"

John x Laf's Sister! Reader: Laf the Matchmaker

Series:

Hazbin Hotel:

Oneshots:

Alastor x Reader x Lucifer: A Tale of Two Dads

Series:

Hetalia

Oneshots: Series:

Mlp

Oneshots:

Coloratura x Reader: Remembering

Rainbow Dash x Reader: Tone it Down

Human! Sunset x Reader: Forgiveness, Can you Imagine?

Series:

OHSHC

Oneshots:

Hikaru x Reader: Always There for You

Tamaki x Reader: Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forever

Hikaru x Reader: Jealousy

Tamaki x Reader: Mistakes of the Past

Tamaki x Reader: Never Give Up Hope

Kaoru x Reader: Safety Sacrifice

Tamaki x Reader: Wait...

Series:

Paw Patrol

Oneshots:

Marshall x Reader: Battle of the Klutzes

Ryder x Reader: Behind the Scenes - I can't find on my Wattpad....

Chase x Reader: Guard Dog.... Literally

Ryder x Reader: You'll Always Belong

Series:

Pokemon

Oneshots:

Cress x Reader: (Needs a Name)

Cress x Reader: Why Didn’t You Just Tell Me?

Chili x Reader: You Caused This?

Cilan x Reader: An Utter Surprise

Cress x Reader: Smarts of Reader-Chan

Cilan x Reader: (Needs a Name)

Professor Sycamore x Reader: Thank You?

Series:

Sofia the First

Oneshots:

Cedric x Reader: Sofia and James; Ace Shippers!

Series:

Yuri on Ice

Oneshots:

Viktor x Reader: A Helping Hand

Series:

IF you would like me to post any of the ones that aren't links, lmk and I will do!

#masterlist #oneshots #yurionice #pokemon #black butler #marauders #fantastic beasts #marauders x reader smut #paw patrol #glee #mlp #hetalia #ace attorney #encanto #bbc sherlock #hamilton the musical

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singtotheskiies · 7 years ago

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Eight Summers

pairing: john laurens x reader modern au words: 7000 (yeah I got carried away a bit) warnings: fluff summary: follow yourself and John through eight summers as you become friends and mAyBe even fall in love. a/n: I've been wanting to do this forever (I can't believe I haven't done a John x reader yet) so let's see how this goes. the second summer contributes nothing whoops

❇❇❇summer one❇❇❇ You sighed, flopping back onto your front porch. You had been so excited for this summer, and now, midway through June, nothing was happening. "I'm so bored," you said to the clear blue sky. As if by magic, your thinking aloud was interrupted by the rumble of a large moving van. Sitting up, you watched as it came down your street, trailed by a blue SUV. Both the vehicles pulled into the driveway of the house across the street and diagonal from yours. The house had been up for sale for the better part of the year, and only recently had a sticker reading "SOLD" been slapped onto the advertisement in the front yard. It was a large, spacious house that edged a forest, and you had often wondered at its slow sale. The rumble of the two cars had dwindled to a stop, and two men got out of the moving van and proceeded to open the back of the large vehicle. Meanwhile, a couple emerged from the SUV. The woman had brown, curly hair and looked to be in her early thirties. Her husband, or so you supposed, looked to be a few years older and had the same shade of hair as the lady, except his was stick-straight and short. Both of them waved at you, and you waved back with a smile. Under normal circumstances, you would have gone over to say hi, but this was their moving-in time and you didn't want to distract from that. I wonder if they have any kids, you thought, and your question was soon answered when the back left door of the car opened and a boy stepped out. You couldn't see very well since his back was to you, but he looked to be about your height and had clearly inherited his mother's curls. They fell halfway to his shoulders, and you didn't think you had ever seen a boy with hair quite like that. He exchanged a few words with his parents, and his mom motioned to where you were sitting. He turned around and looked at you before looking back at her, but his hesitation was ended as she pushed him gently. Now he was headed across the street and up your driveway. You stood up. "Hi! What's your name?" you asked brightly. "John," he answered, biting his lip before looking at you. "D'you have a last name?" you inquired. "Doesn't everyone?" he pronounced the first word as if it contained no s. "I think so. What's yours?" "Laurens. I'm John Laurens." "I'm (Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you." You stuck out your hand and he took it with surprising firmness. You looked at him closer as you shook hands. His curly hair was shiny and soft-looking, and it framed a face with a honeyed caramel tint which was covered with a liberal dusting of freckles. His eyes were a vibrant green, and they met yours with an unwavering gaze. The features on his face were well-shaped and defined, although his cheeks still carried a roundness that hinted at youthful innocence. "How old are you?" he asked, releasing your hand. "I'm ten," you answered proudly. "So am I!" he exclaimed, his first real show of enthusiasm, and the two of you grinned at each other. His mouth quirked up to one side, bespeaking a hint of mischief that was confirmed by the sparkling in his eyes that matched his bright smile. His whole face transformed when he smiled, illuminating his face and stretching his freckled cheeks adorably. "But which one of us is older?" you wondered, and you compared birthdays. "Yes!" John exclaimed triumphantly, pumping his fist in victory when he learned that he was a full two months older than you. "It's only two months, though," you griped, crossing your arms as you felt some of the pride rubbing off. "Yeah, but I'm older!" he exclaimed. "I'm always one of the youngest in my classes and now I won't be the very last one!" "Oh, stop," you said, cuffing him playfully on the shoulder. "You'd think you won the Olympics or something." "Maybe I did," he retorted playfully. "The being-older-than-your-neighbor event is my thing." "Whatever," you said, rolling your eyes. "So this is your house?" he asked, looking up at it. "Uh-huh!" you answered proudly. "We'll be almost right across the street from each other, then," he observed. "I know! We'll have lots of fun," you resolved. "John!" A voice interrupted your conversation. The man was crossing the street. "Time to go. We need your help moving some boxes." "Okay, Dad." he sighed. "This is (Y/N). She's our neighbor and she's my age right now, although I'm two months older." Mr. Laurens smiled at you. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N)," he said. "I'm Henry Laurens. Thanks for being so welcoming. I know John was a little nervous that there wouldn't be any kids his age, but I guess that problem's solved, right, John?" "Yeah!" he responded. "Bye, (Y/N)! See you later!" "Okay! Friends?" you asked. "Friends." He smiled at you again before going back with his father. You smiled as you sat back on the porch. Summer just got a whole lot more interesting. ------ You didn't hear the conversation that went on between John and his father. "She's so nice, Dad, and friendly and pretty!" "I could tell, son. I'm glad you made a friend." Henry drew his son close to his side. "Yeah, me too." John couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day. ❇❇❇summer two❇❇❇ You were lying next to John, your back against the firm wood of his tree house, which was really nothing more than a few planks nailed together to form a floor-like object which was placed in a crook of a tree. It was secured to the branch by nails and was surprisingly very comfortable. "I can't believe you haven't told me about this yet," you said, turning your head to look at him. "Yeah. It's pretty great, isn't it?" It was. The tree was a tall one and all sounds of other people faded, giving way to birdsong and the occasional humming insect. It was a hot day, but the heat faded, impeded by the canopy of leaves stretched out above the two of you. The sun would poke through at different times whenever the leaves would drift apart, lifted by the cool breeze wafting through the forest. All was peaceful and you smiled at the calm that filled you as you lay there, John by your side. "Those leaves over there remind me of your eyes," you said with all the innocence of an eleven-year-old, pointing over to a part of the forest that was dappled with shade. John hummed in agreement. That was one thing about John. The two of you could maintain perfect silence without it feeling awkward or strange. You could still understand each other just as well through words than you could through none. He always seemed to know what you were thinking and vice versa, which was one of the things that made him your best friend. He always understood. Even at this young age, you knew that that was important in any close friendship. John was special and you were glad to know him. He never failed to make you happy and bring a smile to your face. And as you thought of him, a stirring arose in your heart, a new, unfamiliar feeling that wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. You didn't know what it was, but the future was sure to tell. ❇❇❇summer three❇❇❇ "C'mon, John!" you exclaimed, pulling insistently on his arm. John and his parents had come over for dinner, and now the adults were just talking on the back porch which served as an eating area. You wanted no part in it—the fireflies were out tonight, and you had never seen so many. "Hey, that rhymes!" he quipped, smiling that smile you knew so well. "Wow, great observation." You rolled your eyes. "I know. Aren't you glad your best friend is brilliant?" "You're about as brilliant as—" you paused, trying unsuccessfully to think of something dull— "as, well, never mind. But let's go, please? Those fireflies are just waiting to be caught." "Okay, okay, I'm coming. Hey, Mom!" he called. "Yes, sweetheart?" Mrs. Laurens replied. "(Y/N) and I are gonna catch some fireflies." "All right. Have fun, you two." She gave you a sweet smile. "I'll get the jars," you told John. "I'm pretty sure we've got two with holes already punched in the top." You went inside and emerged in a few minutes, carrying a jar in each hand. "We should make this a competition of who can catch the most," John said, taking his jar and looking at you mischievously. "Oh, definitely. You're on," you said, matching his grin. "Ready—" you drew out the word. "Set..." "Go!" you yelled together, running in opposite directions to spots where the insects illuminated the night with their flashes of light. You found a great spot right away, and you quickly grabbed the small bugs and let them crawl off your fingers into your jar, slamming the lid down when they had entered fully. The bugs tickled as their feet made their way down your fingers, and you giggled at the sensation. "You're going down!" you heard John yell from somewhere in the yard. "Nuh-uh!" you retorted, continuing your mad dash through the grass. ------ As the two of you ran around the yard, your parents watched you with smiles on their faces. "They're such great friends," your mom said. "Yeah, they really have a special bond," agreed Mr. Laurens. "There's not a day that goes by that John doesn't talk about (Y/N). There's always something exciting with those two." "He better not steal her heart in a few years," inserted your dad, jokingly but also with a hint of seriousness. "Well, I'm afraid (Y/N)'s on her way to doing that with John," Mrs. Laurens said. "He always tells me how pretty she is, although he's never hinted at a crush." "Well, if I had to choose anyone for my son, it'd be your daughter," Mr. Laurens told your parents. "She's really a great girl." "We could say the same for John," your mother replied. "That he's a wonderful boy and all. Not that he's a great girl!" The four laughed and turned back to watching you and John. ------ "Okay, I think that's enough time," you called to him, breathing slightly heavier than normal. "Aw, are you just tired?" he teased, coming over to you. "No, but I bet you are," you shot back, trying to suppress your heavy breathing. "Nope!" he boasted, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. His curls were long enough to be put back in a short ponytail now, and you teased him about it occasionally. "Okay, well, let's count the other person's fireflies, and whoever wins gets the last two cookies," you said. "Sounds good," he replied, and you switched jars and began counting, which was a tricky job since the bugs kept crawling around and many were on the bottom of the lid so you had to tip the jar up to see them. "Fifty-one," you said when you had finished. John was just finishing up, his tongue stuck out slightly as he counted. "You have forty-two which means I won!" he shouted in joy. "All right, good job," you said, sticking out a hand. "A for effort." "Effort starts with E, stupid. Now let's go get your cookies," you replied, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. "Sounds good to me," he said, yelling, "I won!" when the two of you reached your parents. "So he gets the last two cookies," you explained, giving the prizes to him. As he contemplated his reward in his hand, he looked up at you. "I'll give you one," he conceded. "I could never let my best friend go hungry." "I appreciate it," you said, and sat down on the steps, setting your jar next to you. John sat down as well. "We should probably let them go," he said, and you agreed, opening your jar as he did. The fireflies flew into the night, releasing light as they went, and you watched them go. John glanced over at you, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the bugs, and felt his heart expand inside him. What a best friend. ❇❇❇summer four ❇❇❇ The August afternoon was drawing on to evening, and a coolness stole into the air, barely noticeable but still there. Fall would come soon, along with school, and you wanted to savor every last second with John. He lifted his head from his sketchbook as a breeze blew through the trees at the edge of the forest, where the two of you were sitting on an old blanket that John's parents kept for picnics and outdoor use. You were still unaware of what he was drawing, and didn't hear the quick scribbling of his pencil as you looked upward at a few golden-tinged leaves that had fallen due to the wind. "It's so pretty out here," you said, turning back to look at him. He was drawing a long, curving line but that was all you could tell as he had his sketchbook tilted away from you. "Mhm," he replied absentmindedly, a look of intense concentration on his face. He had a certain habit when he was drawing—he would bite his lip on one side and poke out his tongue on the other. You never figured out how he did it, and it was one of the endless unique things that made him John. As you watched his pencil move, his eyes flicked upwards to yours and you looked away quickly, your heart racing inexplicably. You had noticed that you seemed more shy around John. He was still your best friend and closer to you than anyone else, but something was changing. He wasn't the same boy anymore. His cheeks were still sprinkled with freckles, but they had lost much of their roundness, showing hints of defined cheekbones. His hair had grown out to a bit longer than shoulder length, and was usually tied back in a ponytail. He had grown nearly a foot in the past three years and now stood a full head taller than you, a fact he never failed to tease you about. He'd call you "small one" often, to which you would cross your arms and pout. He was growing up remarkably, and you couldn't help but think that he was getting handsomer every day. Although you didn't want to believe it, you could feel yourself becoming attracted to him and hated yourself for it. He's your best friend, you'd think. What's wrong with you? But all the berating in the world couldn't stop your feelings from developing more and more. "They're still not right," you heard him mutter, breaking you out of your thoughts. "What?" "The eyes. They're not right." He turned his sketchbook towards you and you gasped. There on the page were five sketches of your head and upper body in different positions, and they looked as if they could have come from real life. Everything was perfectly proportioned, and you marveled at how he could add such reality to the images with just a few lines of shading. "John," you breathed. He looked at you, hopefully, a hint of anxiety in his eyes. "Do you like them?" he asked, genuinely nervous. "Oh my god. They're beyond words," you said, still looking at them with awe. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I just couldn't get your eyes right on this one," he said, pointing to a sketch of you looking up. "There's a certain light in them that I just can't duplicate." You looked at his face next to you, inches away. "I think they're amazing." He smiled at you, no hint of cockiness or self-assurance, just a warm smile that heated your cheeks. "Thank you," he said. "No, thank you," you answered. "Wow!" "Ah, it was nothing, just a few sketches." He rubbed the back of his neck as he tapped his pencil almost nervously on his leg. "I'm just glad you like them." Hit with a sudden impetuous desire, you threw your arms around him. He hugged back after a moment, clearly surprised, and you smiled at the feeling, the rightness of it. "You're the best," you whispered. "No, you are." "I'll fight you." A laugh, a change in tone. "Whatever you say, small one." ❇❇❇summer five❇❇❇ "But it's so cold," you complained. "(Y/N), it's sixty-three degrees. That hardly qualifies as cold," John answered you with a shake of his curls. "It does when it's summer and there's no sun. It feels like forty degrees and I don't care what you say it really is." You crossed your arms and shivered, even as you were standing on John's screened-in back porch. "So you insist on not coming." "Not if I'm going to freeze my butt off!" He sighed. "Fine, wait here. I'll be right back." He vanished into the house and you stood there alone, tapping your bare foot on the wooden boards. You heard him coming down the stairs a few moments later and he came out the door with something in hand. "What's that for?" "You. It's just one of my old sweatshirts you can wear so you're not as cold. It's got fleece on the inside, see?" You felt the shirt and agreed to put it on, your heart warming even as your body did. It smelled like John, a hint of lemons swirled in with cotton. It came well to your mid-thigh area and the sleeves enveloped your hands, forcing you to push them up a bit. "Thanks, John," you told him. He was looking at you in his sweatshirt and seemed to snap out of a trance as you spoke. "Oh, yeah, anything for you," he said, ruffling your hair. "You look nice in it." "Yeah, right. As if I look nice in anything," you said, rolling your eyes. "You do. Y'know, I almost got you a pair of my sweatpants since you seemed to be the most concerned with freezing your butt off, but somehow I deemed that inappropriate." The soft look in his eyes was briefly replaced with a hint of their usual roguish gleam. "Perv. Now let's go look at the freaking stars because you wanted to." You bumped him with your shoulder and smiled at him. "I think you secretly want to look at the stars as well," he teased, holding the patio door open for you. "Thank you. And maybe, maybe not. You'll never know." (You did.) The two of you stepped into the night, shivering slightly as you did so. The stars were bright and shed a soft light on John's wide backyard. You picked a spot and lay down on the grass. "Ooh, look, the Big Dipper!" you cried softly, pointing at the constellation above you. John smiled at the wonder reflected in your star-lit eyes. "There's the North Star," he replied, and thought that even though he had seen these basic constellations a million times before, they had never been quite so shining and clear as when you were there next to him. After a few minutes of picking out the images in the sky, you remarked, "I'm still cold." "C'mere, then," John answered, and drew you close. The warmth from his body seeped into yours as fingers of electricity washed over your body at the contact. He felt amazing and right, and you closed your eyes as you leaned against him. His heart was beating; you could hear it, and his chest rose and fell gently. He looked down at your form and sat there with you, the girl who made the stars shine brighter. ❇❇❇summer six❇❇❇ You looked at John warily. "You want me to ride in this? You literally got your license two days ago." Your voice was teasing. "And it was well-deserved. C'mon, (Y/N), just for a bit? It'll only take a few minutes and the sun will start setting soon anyway." "I'm just kidding. Of course I'll go." "Ah, so you do trust me." "Shut up and drive, Laurens." He made his way to the passenger door and held it open for you, making a sweeping gesture that was coupled with a mock bow. "My lady," he said. "Oh, stop." Your heart was secretly bursting within you at the chivalrous action, however lightly it was meant. John closed the door after you and walked to the driver's side. "Are you ready for the time of your life?" he asked you. "Ready as I'll ever be," you told him, and he turned the key in the ignition. "Then let's go." And with that, he pulled out of his driveway. ------ There was a road near your neighborhood that was mostly used for drivers' ed purposes. Since it was nearly school, classes in your community had ended and the road was empty. It was surrounded by trees on both sides and a few faint birds could still be heard deep inside the trees. As John turned onto the road, he looked at you with a smirk before stepping on the gas. "Oh my god, John!" you screamed as your hair was whipped every which way. "You're going sixty miles an hour!" "I know." "Just be careful!" you cried, even as a joyous whoop escaped you. John looked over at you again, and his heart flipped over. You were laughing, mouth wide open, and your hair was blowing around your face, tinted slightly by the now-setting sun. As you turned to look back at him, your cheeks were flushed and your hair was a mess, but John had never seen you look more beautiful. His gaze moved down your face, and he was unable to get enough of you. "Eyes on the road," you quipped. "Ah, yes, right," he nodded. "But I'd rather look at my beautiful best friend than a black stretch of asphalt." "Shut up," you told him, shocked inwardly at the compliment. "Watching the road will actually keep you alive." "Maybe I need you to live as well," he murmured. "What?" "Nothing." ❇❇❇summer seven❇❇❇ Every year, the Mulligans and Motiers, two families in your neighborhood, would get together and have a huge party. They would play music cranked up as loud as possible, and was audible on the other side of the subdivision, where you and John lived. Miraculously, none of the numerous complaints would deter them from their fun, and so the whole neighborhood suffered in unison for one long night. Tonight was the oh-so-joyful occasion, and you had invited John over, knowing that having him next to you was the only thing that would keep your sanity in one piece. He had had dinner with your family and the two of you were out in your backyard, where an old swingset stood. You were sitting on one, swinging your legs softly back and forth while John sat next to you, listening absentmindedly to the music while catching glimpses of you whenever you weren't looking. The current song ended and another began. "I love this song!" you cried, instantly recognizing "I Saw Her Standing There" by the Beatles. Well, she was just seventeen You know what I mean And the way she looked was way beyond compare "You're seventeen. Fancy that," said John. "And I must admit that you do look nice tonight." You looked down at your old clothes with a skeptical glance. "Yeah, right." "May I have this dance?" He held out a hand to you. "Of course." So how could I dance with another When I saw her standing there? You giggled as John twirled you around the yard, slowing when you were out of breath. He stepped with you slowly, your speed rapidly decreasing and then stopping altogether as you looked up at him to see him gazing down at you. Well she looked at me And I, I could see That before too long I'd fall in love with her She wouldn't dance with another Oh, when I saw her standing there "(Y/N)," he whispered, softer than you knew anyone could ever speak. "Y-yes?" "May I kiss you?" A shocked silence. "Of course." You finally overcame your shock. He bent down and you felt his breath on your cheek. And with a soft tilt forward, he captured your lips with his and the only thing that existed was him. It was pure and perfect and everything you had imagined and wanted it to be. As you pulled apart, you whispered, "I love you." "I think I loved you ever since I saw how adorable you were when you were mad at me being older," John confessed, rubbing his thumb gently over your bottom lip. You looked into his eyes, saw the love, the pure emotion, and knew you needed him, needed him desperately. He drew you in again, and the music was forgotten. ❇❇❇summer eight❇❇❇ "I can't believe this. Summer reading? Especially Shakespeare summer reading?" John lamented. "Well, some people actually like Romeo and Juliet and consider it a literary masterpiece," you commented. "And I happen to be one of them." "My own girlfriend," he groaned. After a year of owning that title, it never failed to give you butterflies when hearing it. The two of you were sitting in a clearing of his forest, and the sun shone in a dappled pattern on your languishing forms. "You should really get started on it," you told him. "I suppose you're already done." "I, for one, do not procrastinate." "Well, then, you leave me no choice but to begin." "You should read it to me." "Anything for you," he said, cupping the back of your neck and kissing your forehead before lying down and placing his head on your lap. "It'll be more comfortable this way." And with that, he began to read, and you listened to the voice you loved best read the classic tale of love. After the first act, your hands were begging for something to do, and so you gently pulled at his hair tie, releasing his long, bouncy curls which floated freely at their leisure. You wove your fingers through them, feeling their lush softness and kissing his shiny locks every now and then. After a few minutes, you parted his hair into three sections and began braiding, picking a few flowers to finish off the woven hairstyle. He was now at the balcony scene, your favorite part, and he paused. "You be Juliet. I'll read Romeo," he said. You laughed and held the book with him, your fingers entwining. The words were interrupted often for a kiss or two, and he smiled at you, thinking that you were the most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth. He finished the scene, and sat up slightly, running his fingers along the curves of your neck while you kissed his freckled cheeks. "How'd I ever get you?" he asked in pure, breathless wonder. You simply smiled before kissing him deeply, eliciting small noises from his throat. The book was pushed aside as he sat up fully, setting you on his lap. "I love you," you said. "And I you." And there you were, young and with your lives ahead of you. The future was yet unknown, but you could face it together as long as you were by each other's side. You looked into his eyes and both of you thought that you had never felt such perfect happiness.

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obiwan824 · 7 years ago

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Mirror- John Laurens x Reader

A/N: Current mood. This is for all of you who followed me for Hamilton content and got Great Comet. You are all beautiful btw, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. If you need someone to talk to, feel free to direct message me!! I’d be so happy to talk to you guys about anything, I have 2 friends and would love to help however I can. Have a good night :)

“Hey, wh- babe!”

John dropped to the floor, landing beside her in a graceful crouch. He quickly pulled her shaking form into his arms but she pulled away with a violent sob. She crawled away from him.

“Don’t touch me!”

John flinched, his eyes quickly turning glassy with tears. Vision blurry, Laurens tried to calm himself- this was about Y/N’s feelings, not his. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”

Y/N looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “You’re- you’re going to break up with me any day now, right? I mean-” she glanced at the mirror. “Why would you stay with me?” Her voice broke and he felt his heart shatter into pieces. John gathered his thoughts.

“Y/N, baby, I- I love you-”

She bit her lip. “Don’t lie to me!”

John slowly shuffled towards her, one step at a time as not to startle her. He slowly took her hands, intertwining her fingers with his. She looked down at their hands, chewing her cheek.

“I would never lie to you. I- I love you-” he let out a whimper. “I love you so much, baby girl. Please- please, never look at yourself that way. You are the most beautiful person I know, inside and out, and I-I am so lucky to be with someone like you. The fact that you stand me every day, the fact that you stay with me, is miraculous. You deserve so much more than me- but the fact that you stand by me? I love you for it.”

Tears fell down her face, but a smile played at the corners of her lips. “John-”

He pulled her onto his lap and let her cry into his shoulder, wiping away his own tears. He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed the top of her head over and over, wondering how someone so perfect could think so poorly of herself.

“I love you, baby girl- remember that, okay?”

Y/N nodded, stifling her cries. “I love you. Thank you.”

He smiled. “I’d do anything to make you see how amazing you are.”

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lowqualityhamilton · 7 years ago

Conversation

Aaron Burr: What are we going to do, is it dangerous?

Alexander Hamilton: ...we're not going to murder anyone!

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melancholy-imagines · 7 years ago

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Warnings: None.

(From your P.O.V)

Walking carefully and hastily back to my job helped my lunch go down more smoothly. When I realized i was late my pace began to increase for my lunch break had been over for about 3 minutes. My stomach was going to hate me so much after this. I was going to have to pay for this later on.

I was sitting peacefully at a park, which was only a few minutes away from job. Luckily it was within walking distance. I would usually scarf down my sandwich here, for the sights of the park go along well with a mediocre lunch. It was almost as if it balanced it out.

The sky had been clear of any clouds and the sun was blinding as ever.

I listened to the chirps that the birds sang from up above. I always dreaded the days where I wasn’t able to hear a beautiful ballad escape their beaks. Hence why I disliked rainy days. The mud, the annoyingly loud thunder, the moist feeling after you walk outside after it ends. I’ll take a hard pass on a rain, any day.

Upon my pondering, the sky showcased two finches chasing one another.

One would always take a sharp turn which left the other one very disoriented for a few moments. It would swoop down between the branches and leaves that cascaded the trees, forcing the other one to catch up. After watching this game of tag, I realized that I only had 15 minutes left to spare.

I looked down from the cloud-free heavens and let out a vexed sigh.

‘Work.’ I thought. ‘Work ruins everything.’

The counter on my wrist doesn’t make anything better either.

I wish my tedious job would allow for more time of lesiure, but alas, I needed money.

I inhaled what was the rest of my sandwich and began to travel back to my job. I worked as a tailor, making sure that every piece of clothing that was worn upon my customer fitted correctly. Nothing too loose, but nothing too tight. ( ;) )

The sights of New York were nothing to drool over. Perhaps it was because i’ve lived here for my whole life. Seeing the rise and fall of people who were once successful does become quite tiresome.

Though I don’t keep with all the news, I hear about this Hamilton a lot. I do wonder what he looks like. Or acts like in that matter.

He could be a total bafoon, letting every word that he picks up in his mind run out his mouth for all I know.

‘Or he could be a total-’

My inner thoughts were interrupted by someone had that tried to push pass me. They falied, falling on the hard cement. Papers had flown around them in the air, slowly flowing down onto the ground.

‘...Klutz’

I stubble a tad, losing some of my balance. I somehow managed to keep my composure by extending my hands in front of me. I worked my way to where the man had fallen. He fumbled to pick up his papers, hands shaking slightly. On his face was a pink tint that flowed from his cheeks to his ears due to him being flustered.

He looked exhausted, darkened bags underneath his eyes. He had his somewhat greasy hair tied back into a ponytail.

This man needed some pampering... and sleep.

I bent down to help this man, giving him any papers that were too far from his grasp. Upon reading some of the papers, his name was Alexander Hamilton.

Was this the infamous Hamilton?

“I-I am so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. I was trying to hurry to see my Eli-”

I stopped his blabbering by grasping his wrist. I held his up against mine. Our skintones slightly contrasted from one another. Aside from that, our timers had stopped at the exact same time. He looked as if he were in shock, blinking twice to see if he was seeing correctly

“Well would you look at that,” I snickered. “We’re soulmates.”

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A/N I hope you guys enjoyed this! I know it’s bleh.

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twisted-broth · 7 years ago

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Girl All The Bad Guys Want- John Laurens x Reader

A/n: Based off the song: Girl all the bad guys want by Bowling for Soup

Reader gender: female Warnings: swearing, domestic violence Word count: 1480 Au: modern I glanced over at her again. She was seated on a bar stool, a glass of whiskey in front of her. She was surrounded on either side by some burly dudes with mustaches and leather jackets. Dudes who probably owned a few motorcycles and a season pass to the racetrack. Dudes who probably watched wrestling every night before coming here, to the bar, where they would sit next to her and hassle her about when she would finally go on a date with them. She was gorgeous. Legs covered by fishnet leggings that had tears here and there. Her black tank top was covered by a leather jacket of her own and her short-cut, rockstar style hair was dyed a vibrant f/c. Her studded stilettos looked like they could kill a man; just like her. “Yo, John!” My friend, Hercules, snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. “Hm? What?” I asked lazily. “We asked you who you keep staring at.” Alexander explained. “I’m telling you, it’s her! Um, Y/n, wasn’t it?” Lafayette asked. “Yeah…” I muttered, blood rushing to my cheeks. “Dude, no offense, but look at the guys she hangs out with. They ride motorcycles.” Alex emphasized. “Yeah, you are like the nicest nice guy ever.” Herc laughed. “You know how girls will take their best guy friends out to the bar with them to be like a bodyguard even though that friend secretly likes them?” Laf explained. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” I muttered. “You’re the friend.” He finished. I sighed, “I got that. Thanks, Laf.” I glanced over to her to see her pulling out her phone and holding it to her ear. The bar was a good distance from our table so I couldn’t see what she was saying. I watched as she got up, apologized to the men and walked towards the door, right past our table. “Babe, just wait a second, I’m going outside. Yes I’m at the bar, I thought you knew that? How many times do I have to tell you, they’re just friends?” I caught glimpses of her conversation as she walked past our table and out the door of the bar. “Sounds like there’s trouble in paradise.” Hercules took a sip of his drink. “She has a boyfriend?” I asked, disappointment lacing my words. “Sure sounds like it.” Alex said. After another round of drinks, the guys who had been sitting with Y/n got up and went their separate ways. I stayed and drank with my friends for another hour, despite my mind constantly drifting to Y/n. As it neared midnight, we grabbed separate cabs and headed out to our apartments. I stared out the window as we drove, taking in the lights of New York City. As we came to the apartment circle, I noticed someone sitting on the curb with a small suitcase next to them. Getting closer, I saw that it was Y/n. One of her eyes was swollen shut and blood was streaming down her face from several cuts: one above her left eyebrow and another on her cheek. She was crying. “Stop here.” I commanded. The taxi driver stopped and I handed him a ten dollar bill. I got out and walked the short distance to where she sat. “Are you okay?” I asked hesitantly. She jumped when she heard me and quickly wiped her face, smearing blood and tears. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Hey, didn’t I see you at the bar earlier?” She asked shakily, trying to stop her tears. I tried to contain my excitement from the fact that ‘oh my god she actually noticed me’ and answered, “Yeah, I think so. My name’s John.” “Y/n.” She extended a scarred hand to shake. I gingerly took it and glanced over at her suitcase. “So, can I ask what’s with the suitcase and… crying?” I asked awkwardly. “My boyfriend.” She sighed, “Sometimes he gets annoyed when I hang out with my friends late. I have this suitcase prepacked for when that happens. I usually go to my friends house,” she nodded to the apartment behind her, “but she isn’t here.” “Does he do this often?” I asked softly. She nodded mutely. I felt so bad for her. She always was so tough. When people asked where her bruises or cuts or scars were from, she would talk about a huge fight she got in where her opponent landed a few hits, but she won every time. I guess she was just making stories. “I live just down the block if you want to stay with me. I don’t mean to interfere, but you really shouldn’t stay with him. You shouldn’t be with someone who hurts you.” “I know but…” she sighed, her eyes filling up with tears once again, “he’s just always been there for me.” She hesitated, “He loves me.” “You sure about that?” I asked cautiously, I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries. She began sobbing, burying her head in my shoulder. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around her torso and pulled her closer to my body as she threw her arms around my neck. I eventually eased into the embrace as I did my best to soothe her. After a few minutes, she sobered up and pulled away, wiping her eyes. “You really wouldn’t mind if I stayed with you? At least until my friend comes back?” She asked shyly. “Of course!” I exclaimed, standing and offering her my hand which she took. I grabbed her suitcase and led her to my apartment, my other hand still intertwined with hers. “We’ll go back tomorrow and grab the rest of your stuff, okay?” “Okay.” She said quietly. We soon arrived at my apartment and I got her settled in my guest bedroom. “You can afford a two bedroom apartment? In New York?” She asked, astounded. “My parents have quite the sum of money.” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. “Rice trading, believe it or not.” “Nice.” She said appreciatively as she began unpacking clothes into the dresser. “I’m gonna pack it in for the night but, there’s food in the fridge, a bathroom connected to your room and I’m on the other side of the flat if you need anything.” I began to exit the room when her voice stopped me. “John?” She asked. “Yeah?” “Thank you for… everything. Most people I know would have laughed in my face if I told them I was being… abused. But you didn’t only listen to me, you offered me your home, your food. I can’t have asked for a better person to find me crying on the side of the road.” She laughed. “Of course.” I responded, “That reminds me; we should get you cleaned up.” I headed to the bathroom and pulled out a first aid kit which I set down next to her on the bed. Sitting down next to her, I pulled out a few disinfectant wipes and carefully rubbed at her cuts. She flinched at the pain, but kept quiet. “I’ll go get you an ice pack for your eye.” I told her as I finished cleaning and bandaging her cuts. As I came back with the ice pack, I noticed her staring blankly at her ringing phone. “It’s him.” She said quietly. “May I?” I asked, holding out my hand for her phone. She placed her phone in my hand and I have her the ice pack in return. The caller ID read ‘Jonathan’ with a heart next to it. “Hello?” I asked, holding the phone to my ear and leaving the room. “Who the hell are you?” He slurred, obviously drunk. “A friend of Y/n’s.” I replied curtly. “Well put her on! I called her, not you!” He yelled. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.” I growled. “Just put her on the damn phone!” “Jonathan, I’m gonna tell you this once, nicely. Stay away from Y/n.” “Oh so you’re her protector now?” He sneered. “She doesn’t need a protector. I told you: I’m her friend. Better than anything you could have offered her.” “Who the hell do you think you are?!” He screamed. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to see plenty of me when I come tomorrow to get Y/n’s stuff and hopefully kick your sorry ass.” With that, I hung up and headed black to Y/n’s room. “How’s that eye doing?” I asked, handing her her phone. “Oh, it’s fine. Thanks for taking that for me.” She nodded to her phone. “Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t want you to have to sit there and listen to that jackass trying to win you back.” I shrugged. “Thanks John. We should both probably be getting some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow?” “That you will.” “Night, John.” “Goodnight, Y/n.”

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ricerice · 3 years ago

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NOTE: WRITTEN BY MY FRIEND JESSICA.

Was it slightly awkward to write this so soon after ‘When Rock Crumbles’? Yes. Did I do it anyway because I’m a ✨SIMP✨ for John Lee? Yes.

By the way, this is Jessica, the author of ‘When Rock Crumbles’ and ‘It Was Meant To Be’. Thank you to the lovely Lauren for making this Tumblr account because I’m lazy lols. And thank you to those who liked and followed!

Please look forward to another oneshot series, written by Lauren this time!

zhongli x reader

Credit to my crazy good fanfic writer friend "Jessica"

Warnings: slight angst, ambiguous ending.

word count: 892

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After over two thousand years, Rex Lapis’ one and only love finally returns.

Or, Zhongli’s memory is a little too good, and everything reminds him of [Name].

“Many tales have been told of the great Rex Lapis, whose power was unrivalled by any of the Seven. His land was rich and abundant, stretching far into Teyvat, and those who lived in it felt the thrum of power beneath its ancient surface.”

“One of such tales was of gentler nature, telling the story of a young girl from a village long gone. It was said that Rex Lapis had met the girl during the Archon war, falling in love with her. However, the village was destroyed by an enemy of Rex Lapis, and the girl disappeared, taking Rex Lapis’ heart with her. “

“Such a tale was one of beauty, but also unparalleled sorrow. Even to this day, when storytellers told this tale, it would leave listeners wondering, and hoping, for Rex Lapis to reunite with his star-crossed lover in Celestia.”

Zhongli listened as the storyteller finished his tale. He was mildly surprised, as her story was not one often remembered by the people of Liyue. He wondered if Guizhong would appreciate this. She had always adored [Name] after all. She thought that [Name] was the cutest, and would tease Zhongli every time he spoke of her.

“Morax, in love?” Guizhong laughed. “Who’s the lucky person to be able to charm even you?”

“Her name is [Name], a mortal from the village west of Jueyun Karst.” Zhongli said.

“You will have to introduce me to her later,” Guizhong nudged Zhongli. “I would love to have a younger sibling.”

“You must be [Name]!” Guizhong said excitedly. “I’ve heard much about you.”

[Name] looked slightly lost to see another divine being before her. “...That’s me, my lady.”

“Please, drop the formalities! We’re going to be family, after all!” Guizhong said.

[Name] and Zhongli both choked simultaneously, twin flushes on their faces. “Guizhong!” Zhongli admonished.

“Oh, come on, Morax! You know it’s true.” Guizhong said dismissively. Smiling mischievously, she guided [Name] away. “Would you like me to tell you all the embarrassing things Morax has done?”

Zhongli walked past a couple of children playing, feeling a part of his people in a way he never had in his Archon times.

“Yuenae, catch!” one boy shouted.

“I got it!” a girl called back. She missed the ball, and it tumbled toward Zhongli, knocking gently on his feet.

“Here.” Zhongli smiled kindly, tossing it back to the kids.

“Thank you, mister!” they laughed, running back to their game, a couple of other children soon joining them.

Zhongli considered children to be one of life's most beautiful aspects. Wonder and joy abound, as do dreams and hopes. They lived in a land high above the clouds, beyond the reach of even gods.

“Zhongli, would you like to have children one day?” [Name] asked him, her voice light with curiosity.

“Hmm. I suppose one day, I would have the luxury of being a father. Until then, I do not believe that I’ve met the right person anyway.” he answered. “And you, do you wish to have children?”

“I do. Children are incredible, aren’t they? Something fragile and to be cherished, to be nurtured and to care for until they grow.”

“Personally, I think you would be a wonderful father!” she beamed.

Oh, the joy he felt being the recipient of such a beautiful smile.

“Are you enjoying the tea, sir?” a waiter asked Zhongli, who was currently sitting outside a restaurant.

“Thank you, it is delicious,” he responded.

He took in the scenery around him, noticing details he had never noticed before. The sky was blue, with only a few clouds dotting the horizon. The aroma of freshly cooked food and the warmth of the cup in his hands.

[Name] always made sure to pay attention to even the smallest things. No matter what it was, [Name] noticed and was grateful to it. She had a heart of gold, and even in the darkest of clouds, looked for the silver lining.

“Look at how clear the sea is, Zhongli!”

Zhongli looked out to the sea in front of him. As his domain was the land and the earth, he never really paid much attention to the sea. He couldn’t see much. It was Osial’s domain, after all. “...I suppose.”

[Name] gave him a flat look. “I know you well enough by now to know what you’re thinking, Zhongli. Do you not like the sea?”

“I confess… seeing the sea only reminds me of Osial.” he admitted. “I have never really looked to it specifically for beauty.”

“Oh.” [Name] said dejectedly. Then she brightened up. “That’s alright! If you don’t like the sea because of bad memories, we can just make good ones together!”

As long as his memory was, as many things that Zhongli remembered, it was these that he tried his best to hold on. These flashes of an age past, these fragments of a being long gone.

“Excuse me?” a voice sounded behind him, startling him from his thoughts.

Zhongli turned around, his breath catching in his throat as he did so. Rarely was Zhongli speechless, both as Rex Lapis and not. But, standing before him was the very reason his heart kept beating, thousands of years ago.

“[Name]...?”

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andyourmotherthatslut · 6 years ago

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Ok but picture this.

You land the lead role of Elizabeth Schuyler in your high schools version of Hamilton

Lin comes to see along with Daveed, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa

Everyone has enjoyed the show so far

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story starts up

You KNOW everyone is about to start sobbing

Including you who cried while singing

This causes Lin to cry

Loudly

Idk maybe I'm rambling hope you enjoyed my add on

Being Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Daughter...

Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.

He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it

Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids

There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.

And Lin would be so proud of this

Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’

He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.

And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.

He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.

On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.

Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you

He can’t help it

But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…

“I am woman hear me roar!” “Though she be but little, she is fierce!” “A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.” “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”

And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.

Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word

Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.

Tobillo basically being your best friend

That dog follows you wherever you go

Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.

The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you

Especially Phillipa

That girl loved you as if you were her own

And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.

Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town

And they would absolutely LOVE having you over

You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping

Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.

The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you

Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.

The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize

Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling

You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course

Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.

Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days

Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you

And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you

But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows

The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night

He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life

I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world

And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee

“Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.” “It’s called coffee, bebé.” “Can I try some?” “Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.” “Please, papi.” “Oh alright.”

Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.

Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.

But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do

Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.

By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.

Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.

Family trips to Disney World and Land

Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework

“You know I was a teacher.”

Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution

“Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”

Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.

“And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!” “I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”

Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor

Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.

But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,

“Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”

And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.

He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too

Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.

“Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“ “Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”

Being very close with your grandparents

Your grandpa teaching you how to cook

Your grandma would spoil you tbh

Girl talk with your Aunt Luz

Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect.

Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales

“You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!” “Papi-“ “He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.” “Thank you abuelo.”

And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.

When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.

He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.

“Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“ “Y/n.” “Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”

Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project

Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo

But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you

Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you

When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP

You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad

He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.

But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.

And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.

Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.

Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home.

And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.

And he would cry. A lot.

But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,

“Go Y/n!”

His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night

After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.

“You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”

You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.

Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.

Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.

This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!

-Daizy xx

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rob-espierre · 7 years ago

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John Laurens x Reader

Word Count: 1112 words

Warnings: None actually

AU: Modern

As a child, I had never been one for socialising or friends. It was not that I was disliked or awkward, I just had no desire to talk to others. Instead of playing on the playground and running around, chasing the other children, I would sit in front of the classroom door, concentrating on a book. It was usually Anne of Green Gables or Little Women, but sometimes I would step out of my comfort zone and read something new.

All of that changed as I got to high school.

It was a warm day, a day that would have been best spent outside. However, I was sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair located in the corner of the school library, poring over my new copy of Emma that my mother had given me for my birthday. The sound of a book being opened came from the shelf in front of me as I turned the page. I glanced up hesitantly and for a split second made eye-contact with an attractive, curly-haired male from my year. John Laurens. He quickly looked down at the book clutched in his hand and cleared his throat, turning it to me. It was Pride and Prejudice.

"Is it any good?" He questioned, nervously.

It took everything in me not to laugh at him. Was he really asking me, someone, who rarely spoke, if one of the most romantic novels to exist was 'any good'?

"Yes it is, very good," I nodded, placing my bookmark on page 98, expecting him to say something else. He mumbled a quick thank you and began to turn away.

"Would you maybe like to go out with me and my friends after school? I haven't really seen you with anybody and just thought you might like to come," He asked, slowly turning back around. My face heated up in embarrassment as I processed what he had just asked. He was inviting me to join him and his friends. This was the first time someone had made an attempt to become my friend. He was probably joking, there was absolutely no way he wanted to be my friend.\

"No, thank you for your offer," I replied, trying to be as polite as possible. The last thing I wanted to do was come across as rude.

The hopeful smile dropped from his face as he realised what I had just said. John nodded slowly, his head drooping in defeat... Maybe he was being serious, either that or he was one hell of an actor.

"Actually, if you want me to, I can join you," I said quietly, looking down at the front cover of Emma, instantly regretting what I had said. He was most definitely just joking.

Despite this, his face lit up with excitement, his soft looking hands gripped onto Pride and Prejudice, Elizabeth Bennet's face staring back at me solemnly.

"Meet us out the front after school," he ordered softly, taking a few steps backwards.

"I'll see you there," I gave him a soft smile and opened my book again, the words making no sense whatsoever. I think I had just made a friend.

That was three years ago. Later that day I was introduced to Alexander Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan, Marquis De Lafayette and the Schuyler sisters: Angelica, Eliza and Peggy. As soon as I got to know them, we all became great friends, but it was always John Laurens that I had a soft spot for.

Now the majority of us were graduating. It was the last day of school and the group of us had decided to spend it in the Library, away from the rest of the excited crowds. We all sat silently as Hercules recalled enthusiastically almost all of the times Lafayette had tripped over. Peggy wiped a few tears from her eyes, she had one more year left of school to go. I glanced over at John, the man I had developed feelings for, and gave him a small smile, clapping as Hercules finished off his story.

John cleared his throat, still staring at me. "I remember the first time I met (Y/N)," he smiled fondly, looking towards the shelf he had been standing when we first spoke.

"As do I. You asked me if Pride and Prejudice was 'any good'," I quoted him, laughing gently. Hercules, Lafayette and Alexander shared a look of amusement.

"And then I asked if you wanted to hang out with us," John mused, ignoring them. He looked somewhat nervous but once again, I chose to ignore it. By now I was used to their stupid games.

I nodded awkwardly, not sure what to say, unaware of the hushed chatter and excited looks coming from the two Schuyler sisters, Eliza and Peggy.

"Hey (Y/N)?" John questioned, sending glares towards the rest of the group. "Can I speak to you... Alone?"

That was odd. John was usually quite open with the rest of the group. When he needed to speak to someone alone, it was serious.

"John, of course," I got up from the plastic seat and followed behind him. He was leading me to the corner of the library in which I used to spend all of my breaks.

"(Y/N)?" He turned around and bit his lip subconsciously, something he did when he was either upset or nervous.

"Yeah?" I looked back towards the rest of the group who were now huddled closely, whispering among themselves.

"(Y/N)."

"John," I laughed but instantly regretted it as I saw the small amount of confidence he had managed to find drop.

"(Y/N), I really like you," John blurted out, cringing slightly.

Everything seemed to stop as I processed his words, ignoring the many cheers and words of encouragement from the group. He liked me... John Laurens liked me!

"I really like you too," I grinned at him, not sure what else to say. Our group of friends could now be heard almost screaming. One word stood out from all of the rest: kiss.

John looked at me which such adoration that it almost made me melt. Hesitantly, he leant in and before I could tell the others to shut up pressed his lips against mine.

The whistles and yells from our friends seemed distant as I closed my eyes and kissed back.

Nothing else but the two of us mattered in those few moments. It was still so hard to believe that my best friend returned my feelings.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" John asked excitedly, pulling away for air.

Grinning, I mumbled a quick yes and without any hesitation leant in for another kiss, giving our friends a not so nice gesture in the process.

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John Laurens x Reader: Flowering Affections Chapter 6

A/n: Chapter 5 CHAPTER 7 IS HERE

Timeline: Modern

Warnings: None

Words: 2,662

Thomas not only drove me all the way back to my apartment building but went with me all the way up to my apartment. He claimed it was because he just wanted to make sure I made it safely, I have a feeling there was a bit more to the story. I have a feeling that he wanted to stay with me a bit longer. The whole way from the Brick House to my apartment building Thomas and I talked. We talked about our junior and senior years and what we’re majoring as and what college we go to. Thomas is majoring in politics and going to a college around forty minutes away from Brown University, the college I am attending, and my apartment. My apartment building isn’t all that far away from my college thankfully. I’m so lucky that Thomas had decided to check out one of the bars that his friend, more like acquaintance, recommended. Luckily, the bar he decided to check out was the Brick House. Thomas had actually been in the bar at the same time I was and exited it maybe a few minutes after me. He has said things were getting way to stuffy in the building and needed a few minutes to cool down until he went back in. He had decided to take a little walk to cool down and ended up stumbling upon the situation between myself and that drunk man. Which then Thomas came to my rescue. I had told Thomas how I went to the bar with five of my friends, one of which I was crushing on big time. Yes, I told him that. I told him that the main reason I even went was because John wanted me there. Yes, I also told him about John being the one I’m crushing on. In order for him to get the full story I told him everyone who was there and my relationship with them. I mentioned how I was close friends with Laf, Herc, and Alex. He already knew from earlier statements my status as very close friend with John. Then the fact that I was acquaintance friends with Eliza. Funny thing, Thomas knows Alex and apparently the two hate each other. Not too much of a surprise, due to his loud and very opinionated personality Alex is hard to like. I easily went through the events of the night with Thomas, all the way up to the very moment he saved me. “I can’t thank you enough, Thomas. For both saving me and then giving me a lift home, more importantly for saving me.” I said as we stopped in front of my apartment door. “And I can’t tell you enough times that there’s no need to thank me. I would have done it for anyone, it’s just the right thing to do.” Thomas replied, a slight teasing smirk pulling at his lips.

“Shut up! I have to thank you. How could I not? If you hadn’t come along for all we know I could have been raped or, even worse, killed. I could have ended up like one of those women who just disappear and then months later show up dead in the middle of the woods, having been dead for who knows how long.” I protested, making sure to not speak too loudly. It’s three quarters after one and I know for certain my neighbors will not appreciate being woken up this early. “Well, when you put it that way.” Thomas said, trailing off in thought. A moment passed and then two. “Nope, still don’t need to thank me. It wasn’t any trouble at all.” He concluded with a shrug of his shoulders. “You are unbelievable.” I commented but even as I said that I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. It truly is unbelievable that someone could just shrug off saving someone from something that could have ended in a murder. Leave it to Thomas to shrug it off like it was nothing. “Well, I should probably head into my apartment, my roommate is probably still up. She’ll be wondering what’s going on, normally I give her an hourly update of how the night is going. It’s been two hours and I haven’t texted her once, she’ll be starting to worry.” I said, I’ve always been a bit awkward about ending a conversation and leaving. “Of course, of course, but first. Can I have your phone for a moment?” Thomas asked. I nodded and handed him over my phone, having unlocked it beforehand. I watched in confusion as he tapped around for a moment before handing me back the phone. I looked down at the screen to see it opened up to my contacts app. On it was a new contact with Thomas’s name on it. He just entered his phone number into my phone. “If you have some free time your welcome to hang out with me. Or if you want to just talk feel free.” He said with a shrug. “Thanks, I will.” I said with a nod. With that I hugged him goodbye and entered my apartment. “(Y/n), is that you?” Maria’s voice called out. From the sounds of things she was in the living area. “Yeah.” I answered while slipping out of my black heels. I was once again reminded as to why I never wear heels, they’re beyond uncomfortable. I placed my keys back into the glass bowl. I heard the familiar padding of sock-clad feet as Maria made her way to the small hall that leads into the doorway. “You have nerve, y’know. You don’t text me for two hours and then you’re suddenly home. You best be ready to explain yourself.” Maria said with a glare but I could tell that she really wasn’t angry with me. Maybe a bit annoyed but not angry. Mostly she’s probably curious. She probably thinks something fun and exciting happened. I wish something had. This is really going to put a damper on her mood. “C’mon, I’ll tell you over ice cream.” I said, passing by her and heading for the kitchen. I have a feeling that I’m going to need it.

When I entered the living room I saw Maria looking at me in worry. Then again, why wouldn’t she. She knows that when I say that I’ll tell her something over ice cream something went wrong. I pretended to not notice her concerned stare and plopped down next to her on the couch. I hate it when people worry and fret over me. I pulled my legs onto the couch and crossed them Indian style. Leaning over, I placed the two tubs of ice cream that had been occupying my hands on the coffee table along with the two spoons. “(Y/n), did something happen?” Maria asked, breaking the silence. I ignored her. I know it’s rude, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I couldn’t bring myself to talk, not yet. So I preoccupied myself with the ice cream. I peeled the tops off the tubs, setting them to the side, and stuck a spoon in each container. I looked at both flavors. Mint chocolate chip or strawberry. I mentally debated which one I wanted. I want something sweet and they both are sweet but strawberry is sweeter. I grabbed the mint chocolate chip tub and handed it to Maria, avoiding eye contact. Then I brought my tub of ice cream into my lap with both hands. I looked down at the cold dessert, noticing how the coolness radiated through the tub and onto my hands. I shivered. I grasped my spoon and dug out some of the ice cream, shoving the whole thing in my mouth. I pulled the spoon out of my mouth and noticed the texture and flavor of the ice cream. It was smooth and tasted like strawberries as it should, maybe artificial but strawberries all the same. Minutes passed by in silence, Maria seemed to understand that I’m not ready to talk yet. Time ticked by and soon enough I was chilled and half of my pint of ice cream had been devoured. I reached behind me and pulled a fluffy throw from the back of the couch and around my shoulders. I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out through my mouth. I was finally ready to talk. “Yes, Maria, something did happen.” I started, finally responding to her question that she had asked before. She stayed silent but nodded her head. I took in another breath, trying to think of what to say next. “Do you want to talk about it?” Maria asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. Even through the fluffy throw I could feel the cold on her hand seeping through to me. “Yes, but I don’t know where to start.” I responded then shoved another bite of ice cream into my mouth. I regretted it as a new shiver shook my body. “What better place to start than the beginning?” Maria’s right. There is no better place to start than the beginning. “When we got to the Brick House I told John how the area made me uneasy. John reassured me everything was going to be okay and-” “And promised that he would keep you safe. Oh, oops! Sorry for interrupting you.” Maria apologized. Her cheeks became a rosy color and she grinned at me sheepishly. I rolled my eyes before continuing my story. I had forgotten that I texted her about John’s promise. “Everything went well for the next hour or so, the guys were drunk off their asses as usual. This time around I was watching John and Laf. Laf was easy enough to watch, as I’ve told you before he’s not too much of a handful when drunk. John, well, John’s a whole different story. He becomes extremely flirty and is willing to flirt with pretty much anything that has two legs. Due to that he ended up flirting with this one girl. Her name was Dawn, that bitch, and she was very obviously still sober. She had evil intentions, I know it. So, I went over to take care of John and get him away from her. Long story short she convinced him that there’s no way I’m his friend because I was spreading lies about obviously good people. In response to that John said some pretty hurtful things and I stormed out of the building.” I thought it would be hard to start explaining things, but it turns out it wasn’t. Once I had gotten started nothing could stop me. Not even fear. It had taken a little while to explain anything, maybe ten minutes, but not once did I find myself having to stop. It was surprisingly easy to tell her everything that had gone on tonight. Not once did I find myself getting choked up or the words not forming. Everything came as natural as telling someone about the weather conditions. “-That’s how I got back.” I said as I finished up recounting the events that had terrified me not only an hour ago. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Maria exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me close. “I am too.” I whispered. “I’m so lucky Thomas was there. But even if he wasn’t and something happened it would have been my fault. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the best of me.” I said, pulling away from the hug. “(Y/n)! Don’t say that! Nothing that happened is your fault, no one’s to blame. And if someone has to take the blame it would be that pervert and John.” Maria said, some emotion lighting a flame in her eyes. “How could any of that be John’s fault?” I questioned, an eyebrow raising. “He promised you that he’d protect you. He should have kept good on that promise, even if it meant that he had to be more responsible and drink less. He shouldn’t have gotten drunk! If he hadn’t have gotten drunk you wouldn’t have stormed out and nothing of what happened would have happened.” Maria exclaimed. Ah, now I can understand what emotion she’s feeling. Even if she’s refusing to show it, she’s angry. Angry at John and angry at that pervert. “Don’t blame John.” I sighed out. Blaming John won’t get me anywhere, it’ll only make things worse. Maria’s right about one thing. He should have kept his promise, therefore he should have never gotten drunk. We all make mistakes though, some maybe more than others. If anyone is to blame for this it’s me. That’s what it comes down to. I was the one who let their emotions get the best of them. I was the one who just straight up left. I was the one stupid enough to not pay attention to my surroundings.

“Then who’s fault is this?” Maria grumbled. Sounds about right. She always wants to make sure someone takes the blame for what happened and then get punished. I want to say myself but she’ll fight me on that. I’m in no mood to fight her about something that is very obviously my fault. “Well, as you said earlier, it’s that pervert’s fault. He’s to blame for what happened, not John.” I said whilst getting to my feet. “(Y/n), John is partially-” Maria started. She always did have a thing out for him. Never really liked him all that much, I’ve never been able to see why. Then again, I’m in love with the guy. She probably doesn’t like him because of how loud he can get. “Maria, can we just drop the subject for now? I’m tired and I’m sure you are too.” I interrupted. It was rude of me, I know, but I really don’t want to continue this conversation. Sure, what happened was terrible. What almost happened was even more terrible, but nothing really did happen. I’m fine and that’s what matters. I doesn’t matter who’s fault it was in the long run. Why dwell on it then? Maria looked up at me with what appeared to be a hurt expression, and I realized I did hurt her a bit. I shouldn’t have interrupted her. I felt a pang in my heart. I wanted to apologize, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t form the words and I knew Maria wouldn’t want an apology yet. She’d want a little bit of time to pass so she will be able to accept the apology when it comes. Maria looked down at her lap with a sigh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She said quietly. I had nothing more to say. What was there to say? I could apologize, but she wouldn’t be able to accept it and that would just make her feel worse. We’re not continuing our conversation. There really wasn’t much left to say. With that in mind I awkwardly bid her good night and made my way to my room. That’s the thing when it comes to arguments or hurting one another in some way things always get a bit awkward. Neither of us really know what to say and we don’t want to appear rude by just leaving. Normally we end up just awkwardly standing there watching one another until one of us muster the courage to leave. When I was finally out of my somewhat uncomfortable outfit and in pajamas I settled down into my bed. I shimmied under the warm and soft covers and let out a content sigh. That’s what I love about going to bed. My sheets are always so welcoming and all my worries and cares just seem to float away. Just like always it didn’t take me long to fall into slumber with the influence of my warm covers and the faint lingering scent of the candle I normally have burning when working in here. With one final content sigh I slipped off into a dreamless sleep.

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