#lams high school au | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

jackhues · 2 years ago

Text

(mockingbird au!) graduation - platonic!hughes

request: for the mockingbird au maybe something where the reader graduates college and her *actual* parents aren’t there but the hughes family is

requested by: anon : )

notes: continue sending in requests for the au! check out the request rules below! thanks for requesting <3

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

mockingbird! au request rules!

tags: @woodruff-edwards , @austinbutlerscaresme , @svechnikovvv , @hockeyboysarehot , @emptyflowerpots , @mysticaldonkey , @lam-ila , @babydollmarauders , @starjoyyy , @kjohnson-91 , @gavinbrindley, @hischierdevils , @jackhughesily , @panarin10 , @equallyshaw , @power2myheart , @lynnismypseudonym , @beccaiscold , @akengii , @nowandkei , @cinnamonpancakes , @mitchymainer , @lifeofpriya , @marshmallow-babe, @hughesx3 , @emsully2002 , @starsandhughes , @huggy-hischier73 , @doglady5678 , @thatoneblog , @exonct07 @hughesmedicine , @qwanelledingele , @mindless-rock , @ireadthensuetheauthors , @huggy-hischier94, @slaythehousedownboots , @diary-of-jj

join my taglist!

gif not mine!

“i can’t wait to go to ihop after this,” em, one of your friends muttered, playing with her graduation gown.

sleepless nights, random breakdowns, and four long years had finally led to this moment. your graduation.

you were excited to walk across the stage and receive your diploma, but you couldn’t hide the nerves you were feeling as well. school was one of the fixed points in your life, and you weren’t sure how you felt leaving it behind forever.

“your parents are taking you?” you asked em, fixing your attention on your friend.

“yeah, it’s a tradition,” she nodded. “my parents take me and my entire family out to ihop whenever anyone graduates. max started it, but my parents continued it for the rest of us.”

you grinned at the mention of em’s family. her oldest brother, max, was a teacher and ten years older than em. her youngest sister, julie, was five years younger than em and still had one year of high school left.

unlike you, em had a lot of siblings, and most of them were really close with each other. it was weird that you became best friends with someone who grew up with an almost entirely opposite lifestyle, but it worked out.

“are your parents coming?” em asked, the two of you walking ahead as the names of students in front of you were called.

“ellen and jim are here,” you smiled. “jack’s with them, somewhere in the crowd. i didn’t get a chance to look for them yet.”

em knew you well enough not to ask about your biological parents. after a long discussion with her, you decided not to invite them.

em nodded, “and luke and quinn? they’re coming too, or no?”

“i have no idea,” you answered honestly. “there was a skate today, and jack skipped that to be here. and last i checked, quinn was in florida for something so i don’t know if he’ll make it. but he called last night, so it’s okay.”

em grinned, the two of you taking more steps ahead. she looked over the top of your head, her eyes finding someone else in the crowd, “well, i think he did make it.”

“what?”

you turned around immediately, searching over the tops of people's heads to see a group of people waving in your direction.

ellen and jim were in their chairs, waving at you, the former blowing you a kiss while the latter gave you a thumbs up. next to them, luke, jack and quinn sat in their seats, waving and mouthing encouragement (which you couldn’t make out because you were horrible at reading lips).

jack signed ‘i love you’, a phrase you taught him years ago. you signed it back, smiling widely.

“this is so cute,” em gushed. “but it’s almost our turn. get ready.”

you looked ahead, surprised to see it was only em left in front of you in the line. her name was called, and she squeezed your hand quickly before walking across the stage to receive her diploma. her family cheered in the background.

“y/n, y/l/n,” your name was announced.

you heard the familiar voices of the three hughes boys, cheering you on and hyping you up.

sure, your biological mom and dad weren’t here, but that’s okay. because those boys were here, ellen and jim were here, and they were supporting you.

it’s okay that your biological parents weren’t here, because your family was here.

you shook the principal’s hand, receiving your diploma all while your family cheered you on.

384 notes · View notes

imageneralweee · 4 months ago

Text

HAMILTON HIGH SCHOOL AU SHIPS

little thing: Hercules is Aromantic, so there will be a lot of bromance. All ships will be emplied, some more some less.

HEAVILY EMPLIED SHIPS:

HamBurr

Hamliza

JEFFMADS

Jaria

georgesquared

Leebury

Changelica

Leggy

Meggy

Marliza

TheoBurr

LESS EMPLIED SHIPS:

Those I didn't specify for example:

LeeRens

Marlica

Mardosia

Lams

Lauyette

Mulette(bromance)

Ecc...

NO:

JAMILTON.

that's it!! :3

6 notes · View notes

bea-schuyler · 4 months ago

Note

can you write a lams high school au? 🥺

YES I WILL WHEN I GET HOME ILL TAG YOU!!

3 notes · View notes

itsthemysterykids · 2 years ago

Text

Clone High AU

Coraline- Clone of Amelia Earhart

Goes missing a lot

She’s always riding on someone’s shoulders

Hangs out on the roof

Wybie- Clone of Mansa Musa

Giving his money away, it comes right back to him

Student council treasurer

Surprisingly, not very popular

Norman- Clone of Nostradamus

He’s always making these wild predictions no one believes… Until they come true

Will tell you your astrological sign

Member of the weirdos club with Agatha

Neil- Clone of James Creighton

Trying to get the school to fund a hockey team

Until then, he’s cool playing in the halls

Always the butt of Canadian jokes

Dipper- Clone of Ivan T. Sanderson

Obsessed with all things cryptids

Suspicious of the school’s intentions for the students

But no one listens

Mabel- Clone of Coco Chanel

The school’s top trendsetter

“NO CAPES!”

Dramatic outfit change in the middle of the day

Raz- Clone of Jules Léotard

Wears a leotard under his clothes. You never know when a performance opportunity might come

Vent gremlin with Eggs

Sitting anywhere other than a chair

Lili- Clone of Margaret Mee

Will chain herself to a tree about to be cut down

Puts up fliers about deforestation, and they’re graphic

Can and will take control of a bulldozer and chase after people trying to cut down a tree

Kubo- Clone of Sanada Yukimura

Has different blades hidden somewhere on his person

Kinda emo

Gets along well with Agatha

Eggs- Clone of Floyd Collins

Vent gremlin

Always digging for something

Tracks in dirt

Winnie- Clone of Marie Antoinette

Has a lot of wigs

LOVES cake

Has a ton of fancy gowns

Agatha- Clone of Sarah Good

Terrified of fires and pilgrims

Not a fan of modern slang, but likes cellphones

That one loner girl

Kat- Clone of Harriet Wilson

Always writing in her black journal

Tunes people out with her studded headphones

Hangs out with Wybie and Raúl

Raúl- Clone of Wifredo Lam

Never leaves home without his spray paint and a gas mask

Creates angsty art on any wall he can find

Gets along well with Lili. He designs most of her posters

Stan: So, how’d the kids take it when you told them they’ve been frozen for twenty years?

Ford: Oh, I think they handled it well.

*Earlier*

Ford: For anyone who thinks it is 2003… You are wrong!

Clone Kids: … *Freaking out*

Coraline: *Holding up a cellphone* WHAT IS THIS?! *Points to a laptop* WHAT IS THAT?! *Points to Ford’s sneakers* WHAT ARE THOOOOOSE?!

Ford: Ah, you’re catching on already.

Lili: This isn’t real! *Hits herself over the head with a chair*

Neil: Why is the world so warm?!

Norman: Guys! Guys!… Blockbuster is gone!

Raúl: NOOOOO!!

Kat: WHERE IS DESTINY’S CHILD?!

Wybie: There was a brother in office?!

Mabel: I CAN’T HANDLE THESE CHANGES!

#coraline #mystery kids #gravity falls #paranorman #psychonauts #the mystery kids #answered ask #ask stuff #kubo and the two string #Wendell and wild #boxtrolls #clone high

22 notes · View notes

pamesjatterson · 11 months ago

Text

when people claim their hamilton phase was bad because they shipped lams but i was reading wattpad fics of king george x samuel seabury x charles lee high school au where they had some weird rivalry shit going on with alexander and friends, + background jeffmads

#vinyl gabs #i tried listening to tje soundtrack again and started getting flashbacks

4 notes · View notes

whumpdoyoumean · 1 year ago

Text

Writing Sketch #1

About a month ago I made this post about doing a writing equivalent of posting sketches, and then promptly didn't do anything about it. Well I'm finally posting one! All of these will be tagged with "writing sketch" and "writing doodles"

This is a fic idea that I had and started writing when I was in high school (circa 2015). It's a Teen Wolf AU set in the world of the UnWind series by Neal Schusterman. In it, Stiles and Scott are runaways (AWOLs) being chased by Peter Hale. Derek, known as the Alpha, helps runaways escape to a hidden community that provides refuge to AWOL kids (Isaac, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Erica, and Boyd were all going to be there). Melissa was going to be there as a nurse, and the Sheriff was also going to be there in some capacity. I never ended up writing the thing (except what's below), but it was going to be whumpy as hell (obviously)

xxx

“Stiles, we’re three hundred miles from home. I highly doubt anyone knows us here. I’ve still got a little cash, and we haven’t had a decent meal in days. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Stiles snorted. “Oh, I dunno Scott. It could be that news has gotten out about two rogue AWOLS who tranq Juvie cops. We could be taken by a couple of them and unwound in camps. Or we could be drugged and taken by parts pirates and unwound in an old warehouse somewhere with rusty tools and no anesthetic. Or maybe there’s a serial killer who targets teenage boys, and he-”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Scott interrupted with a glare.

Stiles sighed. “Look, I just don’t think it’s a good idea, that’s all.”

“You can order bacon and eggs,” Scott said in a sing-songy voice, smiling inwardly as he saw Stiles’s face change, his resolve clearly shaken. Scott went in for the kill. “Banana pancaaaaakes.”

Stiles crumbled. “Fine! We’ll go get breakfast in town! But if we get caught, they will be down one unwind because I will kill you. Got it?”

Scott grinned. “Fair enough.” They walked in silence, and fifteen minutes later they were at the edge of a small town.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Stiles asked.

“Banana pancakes,” Scott replied.

It was enough of an answer for Stiles and he led the way in search of something to eat. They settled on a tiny diner, a family owned dive that looked like it hadn’t seen any renovations since the 1970s. It had a cozy, friendly feel to it, and Scott felt immediately at ease. Stiles still seemed a bit on edge, but that was just the way he was. By the time the waitress, an older lady with curly hair, and a smile that could light up the room, came to take their orders though, he’d relaxed a little and actually seemed to be enjoying himself.

They didn’t talk much as they waited for breakfast, but that was okay. They’d been friends their entire lives since becoming roommates at the ward house. They’d also been getting into trouble together just as long--hence the dual unwind orders, and the subsequent Being on the Lam together. The waitress was back before they knew it, and the the sight and smell of an actual meal set Scott’s mouth to watering and his stomach to growling.

“I’m gonna savor this,” he said, dousing his French toast with syrup. He was mildly amused but not surprised to see that Stiles was already scarfing his food, barely stopping even to take a breath. Scott took his first bit and immediately understood Stiles’ impulse to shovel his food.

The hot, syrupy decadence of roadside breakfast was in sharp contrast to the dry, tasteless protein bars they’d been living on for the last week, and his immediate desire was to put as much of the sticky goodness into his body in as little time as possible. By the time he was done, his face and fingers were sticky and he had a full stomach, aching a little in a way that wasn’t altogether unpleasant.

“That,” Stiles said emphatically, “was a wonderful idea.” Scott raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me I was right?”

Stiles made a face. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Oh, man. If we hadn’t had to ditch our cells, I would record that and set it as my ringtone.”

“Ha ha ha,” Stiles said sarcastically, but there was a smile in his eyes. “Enjoy it while you can. That’s the last time you’ll ever hear that from me.”

Scott laughed. The waitress chose that moment to come check in. “How is every-oh!” She looked at the already empty plates with wide eyes and raised eyebrows and Scott couldn’t help but laugh. Apparently, it was catching, because Stiles joined in, and so did the waitress. When she returned a few minutes later with the bill, all they found was a note that said, “This one’s on us.”

For the moment, the world, and the people in it, were good.

XXX

“Let’s turn down this alley,” Stiles said under his breath.

“What? Why?”

“Just do it!” Stiles hissed, grabbing Scott’s arm and dragging him into a long, narrow alley between two brown brick buildings. He ducked down behind a dumpster and Scott, perplexed, did the same.

“What’s going on?” Scott whispered.

“I think we’re being followed.”

“What?”

“There was this guy at the cafe who left right after we did and I’m pretty sure he’s tailing us,” Stiles explained quickly, his voice shaking. He felt his muscles tensing as adrenaline flooded his system, fight-or-flight kicking in.

“You’re just being paranoid,” Scott said, standing.

“No!” Stiles cried, just as a crack split the air.

“Shit!” Scott yelled, collapsing back behind the dumpster with his hands over his head and his eyes wide. “Shit, Stiles, that was a real bullet!”

Stiles’s heart sped up and his mind raced. “Okay, Scott, I need you to distract him.”

“What?! How?”

“I don’t know!” Stiles hissed, pulling his backpack off. “Talk to him!” Stiles shuffled through the contents of his bag, pulling what he needed out as he found it. Meanwhile, Scott started yelling at the gunman.

“You know, Juvie cops aren’t allowed to carry real bullets, much less fire them at kids!”

“I’m not a cop!” the man called back.

“Parts pirate then? Well, you can’t very well sell parts of a dead kid!” Scott shouted, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“I find real bullets much more effective in discouraging dipshit kids from running! Besides, I don’t shoot to kill, and a mostly good body still fetches quite a price on the black market!”

“Get ready to run,” Stiles muttered to Scott. Scott nodded. Stiles pulled a lighter out of his pocket and held the flame up to the soaking rag that was hanging out of the bottle of whiskey he’d dug out of his bag.

“Go!” Stiles shouted. In one swift motion, he stood and hurled the makeshift Molotov cocktail at the parts pirate and took off running behind Scott. He heard glass shattering and a shout and looked over his shoulder.

The bottle had hit the man’s shoulder, and flames were spreading across his shirt and licking at his neck and face. The man let out a howl of rage and pain and began firing, shooting wildly and blindly a few times before hitting the ground and rolling, putting out the flames that had engulfed him before falling still.

Scott had stopped a few feet ahead and Stiles slowed to a halt beside him.

“What...the hell...was that?” Scott asked breathlessly.

“Molotov...Molotov cocktail. I snagged the whiskey from the warden’s desk before we left.”

Scott smiled and let out a nervous laugh. “Damn.”

Stiles smiled too and turned from the smoking form on the ground, heading toward the open end of the alley, Scott on his heels. Then, several things happened at once: a black car pulled up, blocking the end of the alley; behind them, the parts pirate rose to his feet and raised his weapon.

They were trapped.

“That way!” Stiles shouted, pushing Scott toward the car. The back door opened and the car’s window rolled down, revealing a scruffy young man no more than a few years older than them.

“Get in!” he cried.

The space between the the boys and the car shrank. Three yards, two, one, a foot. Scott was in the car and Stiles was about to follow him when a crack sounded and a hot, piercing pain shot through his back, near his right hip. He let out a cry and hit the ground, just in front of the open car.

“Stiles!” Scott cried, grabbing him under the arms and dragging him into the car as the parts pirate screamed, “I’m going to kill you!”

Stiles pulled the door shut and the car sped away with a squeal, shot ricocheting off of the metal.

“He okay?” the driver asked, glancing into the rearview mirror.

Scott was pale, and he was staring at something. “I think it’s a through and through,” he answered, his voice tight.

Stiles blinked heavily, not sure what Scott meant. The pain in his back was making his head foggy, and he was suddenly exhausted. There was pain in his front, too, which was confusing, and he looked down with a frown, startled to see blood soaking the front of his shirt.

“Wh...what is this?” He mumbled, putting his hand over the place where the sticky red substance seemed to be coming from.

“I think that’s where the bullet came out,” Scott answered, only his voice sounded funny. Stiles’s head started to nod, but Scott’s voice snapped him out of it. “Don’t sleep! Stiles, you have to stay awake.”

Stiles blinked slowly. He felt strange, sort of floaty.

“Stiles? Stiles, you with me?” Scott’s voice was far away, and Stiles didn’t have the strength to answer. He tried to stay awake like Scott said, but the black at the edge of his vision was growing.

It didn’t take long to suffocate him.

XXX

“He’s unconscious and he won’t wake up!” Scott cried, his heart hammering wildly. His chest was getting tight, his throat threatening to close. It was getting harder to breathe, and he reached for his inhaler. It wasn’t in his pocket. He checked the other one. It wasn’t there, either. Shit.

“You looking for this?” the driver of the car asked, holding up the inhaler. Scott grabbed it and puffed the medicine, grateful as his airways relaxed and opened. “You left it on the seat at the diner. I figured you might need it.”

Scott nodded, breathing deeply. “Yeah. Thanks. Look, Stiles needs help. Where are you taking us?”

“Somewhere safe. We’ve got doctors there for exactly this kind of thing. He’ll be okay. My name’s Derek, by the way. I’ve been following you two since Beacon Hills.”

Scott felt his eyes widen. “Derek Hale. The Alpha.”

Derek looked at him in the rearview mirror. “That’s what they call me, yeah.”

#writing sketch #my writing #my fic #fanfic #whump fic #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #teen wolf au #unwind #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles whump #drabble #wip #writing doodles

5 notes · View notes

thetisming · 9 months ago

Note

you read so many lams high school aus

you seem like someone who had a Hamilton phase

we don't talk about that

2 notes · View notes

dcbutinamrev · 4 years ago

Note

hello i come in peace, bearing gifts of a lams prompt

hear me out

modern au

john and alex are like really close friends—close to the level of hugging constantly, holding hands, cuddling on the couch—but not together. so one day they’re hanging with The Gang (tm) and one of the boys dares the two to kiss or something idk it’s up to you. & so basically they do the thing and discover that through their years of being friends they were really harboring feelings for each other the whole time, but didn’t realize it until just then.

ending’s up to you i couldn’t think of one. though i wouldn’t say no to it getting a little heated /hj

Ah! I love this one! This is gonna be so cute and fluffy! As always, ask and ya shall recieve!

***

Hamilton stands by his locker, swinging it open and exchanging his class supplies for his next period. He stares at the pictures inside his locker, of his mother and his older brother, James whom he misses dearly. Hamilton frowns at those, staring at his mother as she smiles back at him and therefore causing Hamilton to smile as well. Just a little.

Hamilton sighs to himself as he glances at the other photos before him ones of with his longtime, best friend John Laurens and their other friends: Benjamin Tallmadge, Tench Tilghman, Richard Kidder Meade, and Nathan Hale along with the Schuyler Sisters: Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy. Or as Hamilton would sometimes refer to them as just "The Sisters". Hamilton feels a small smile tugging on his lips before closing the locker door shut and turns around on his heels with his textbooks in his arms.

He yelps with surprise when he turns around to find Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy standing before him. Hamilton smiles sheepishly as the Sisters burst out laughing, rolling his eyes.

"Guys," Hamilton says as the four of them begin to walk down the halls. "What did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that? You know I could have accidentally punched you in the face, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, we know, Hammy," Peggy says, patting Hamilton's shoulder. "Lafayette taught you everything you need to know about self defense."

"He did," Hamilton sighs, glancing at the floor between his feet. Hamilton's chest squeezes as he misses his older foster brother, Marquis de Lafayette, dearly. He flew to France for college a month or so ago. Hamilton and Lafayette have a pretty special brotherly bond with each other and have never been truly seperated before. Until now.

"Aw, cheer up, Alex!" Angelica says, slinging her arm around Hamilton’s shoulders while sipping on her coffee. “He’ll be back for Thanksgiving and Christmas!”

“I know,” Hamilton mumbles.

“You did complete that essay Mr. Washington had assigned us, right, Alex?” Eliza says.

“Of course, I did! You know me, Betsey. I’m nonstop!” Hamilton laughs.

Eliza blushes at the nickname and nods. Hamilton notices this and smirks, winking at Eliza.

“Alex!” shouts a familiar southern voice.

The four look up instantly and Hamilton couldn’t help but beam when he sees his closest friend, John Laurens, sprinting down the hall towards them followed by Meade, Tilghman, Tallmadge, and Hale. Hamilton embraces Laurens tightly before pulling away. Laurens grins as he slides his arm around Hamilton’s now. Hamilton purses his lips together as he blushes a deep shade of red. Almost red as his hair.

“Hi, Jack,” Hamilton says.

“Hey, Alex,” Laurens says. He glances around the group. “Hey, guys! Long time no see, eh?”

The Sisters glance at each other.

“John...we literally just saw you yesterday,” Peggy says. “At the football game.”

“Oh,” Laurens says. “Right.”

“So...anyone have any plans tonight?” Hale asks.

“Why?” says Hamilton.

“Tilghman’s having a party tonight,” Hale explains.

“I don’t know,” Hamilton mumurs, clutching his textbooks tighter as he shifts on his feet. “You know how George is about me going to parties. Especially since Lafayette isn’t here.”

“Aw, come on, Alexander!” Meade whines. “It’s just one party! Can’t you be a rebel for once? Come on! It’ll be fun! I mean, we’re high schoolers man! This is what high schoolers do!”

“No,” says a new comer voice. The group turns to see Robert Hanson Harrison approaching them. Laurens grins. “High schoolers such as ourselves, go to high school, do their classes and complete their assignments on time and are responsible with their time management and classwork.”

“Ah, Harrison,” Tallmadge says. “Always the innocent one.”

“Come on, Alex!” Meade begs, grabbing hold of Hamilton’s sleeve. “It’s from 8-12 tonight!”

“But school--” Hamilton protests.

“School,” Tilghman scoffs. “John will be there!”

Hamilton whips his head over towards Laurens. Laurens nods.

“Ugh...okay, fine,” Hamilton groans. “Just one party.”

“Perfect!” Laurens chirps. “Pick you up at, Ham! Sharp!”

“Just don’t drink though, John,” Hamilton says. “I can’t drive yet. I still don’t have my lisence...”

“Dammit!” Laurens groans.

The group laughs, so does Hamilton himself. Laurens hugs Hamilton once, longer than Hamilton would have liked, before he releases him and heads down the hall with the boys towrads their next class. Leaving Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy and Hamilton by the lockers. Hamilton stares after Laurens as he rounds the corner, a small faint blush to his cheeks. Peggy grins and nudges her elbow into Hamilton’s ribs.

“It looks like someone’s in love~” Peggy teases as they begin to head down the hall.

Hamilton blushes tomato red as his dark blue eyes flow wide open, clutching his textbooks tighter to his chest.

“What? What? No! No! Peggy, I’m not,” Hamilton protests. “I won’t say I am.”

“Are seriously quoting Hercules?” Angelica snorts.

“Which one? Mulligan or the movie?” Hamilton retorts.

The four laugh at once, doubling over. Hamilton frowns as he glances up to where Laurens disappeared off too. Hamilton’s stomach flutters at the thought of going to a party with Laurens. He really hopes Washington will let him go.

~~~

After English, Hamilton stays behind a little, finishing up a test question before finally packing his things and handing Washigton the finished test. Hamilton hesitates, biting his lower lip as he watches Washington scan through the test.

“Hey, Dad?” Hamilton asks his foster father, gathering the courage to do so.

“Yes, my boy?” Washington mumbles still flipping through the test.

“I was wondering...if uh...if uh...if I could out with the Gang tonight...”

Washington raises an eyebrow.

“To a...Meade well...he wanted me to go with them to a party at Tench’s place....tonight...it’s from 8-12...” A pause. “And John will be there and you know how close John and I are...”

“I know...” Washington says.

“And when Gil comes back for the holidays, I’m sure he’d want to hear about the adventures I’d had while he was gone and I don’t think telling him I stayed up three nights a week working on that novel will meet his requriements...” Hamilton explains, fidgeting with his watch. “So...”

“So...?”

“Can I go, Dad?” Hamilton asks.

Washington hesitates, pressing his lips together as he shuffles through the stack of papers.

“Please, Dad! It’s only one party! I know how you are with me going to parties! And I get that Dad! Please! I want to go! I mean, John’s going to be there!”

“Alright. Fine,” Washington sighs. “Be home by ten.”

“But Dad--”

“Home by ten, young man. You have school tomorrow and a presention at the end of the week. Ten.”

Hamilton groans. “Yes, sir...”

“Good,” Washington says. “Dismissed.”

Hamilton storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

~~~

8 PM comes quicker than Hamilton could imagine. Hamilton finally finishes the last paragraph for his presentation on PowerPoint, quickly changes into something casual yet appropraite for a party but nothing to formal, fixes his curly auburn hair into a low bun and grabs his phone before zooming out of his room.

Hamilton grins when he hears the car honk outside the house. He rushes down the stairs, nearly stumbling over his feet, and quickly pets Martha’s tomcat named Hamilton after him, give Martha a quick kiss on the cheek and a quick side-hug from George. George and Martha both stand by the front door, watching fondly as Hamilton runs to Laurens’s car parked in the driveway. He swings the passenger side door open.

“10 PM!” George calls.

“I KNOW, DAD!” Hamilton retorts.

Hamilton climbs on inside, quickly buckles himself up.

“You ready, Alex?” Laurens asks, a grinon his face.

“Hell, yeah!” Hamilton says. “You better not get drunk, Jack. You have to drive me home tonight.”

“10 PM?”

“Yep.”

Absentindedly, Laurens threads his fingers through Hamilton’s. Hamilton grins, eyes twinkling as he squeezes Laurens’s hand in return.

“So...what do you suppose we do when we get there?” Laurens asks.

Hamilton shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve never been to parties before. You know how George is, Jack.”

Laurens nods. But that’s all.

~~~

The two arrive at Tilghman’s place in less than a half hour. Laurens parks the car and instantly climbs out. Being the southern gentleman he is, Laurens opens the door for Hamilton, and holds out his arm for Hamilton. Hamilton loops his arm through Laurens and the two enter the house.

Hamilton winces when he hears the music blaring, nearly blowing his eardrums off. Hamilton finds the Sisters and the boys by the couch in the living room. Other people mill around, laughing or making out or swimming in Tilghman’s pool or dancing or whatnot. Hamilton and Laurens sit in between Tallmadge and Hale. Laurens rests agaisnt the couch, his arm around Hamilton which causes Hamilton scoot a little closer to him so his head is on Laurens’s shoulder.

“Okay, okay!” Peggy says, clapping her hands. “How about we do a classic! Truth or dare!”

“Oh, I’m okay with that!” Meade says.

“As am I,” Laurens laughs. “What about you Alex?”

“Okay?” Hamilton says sheepishly.

“Okay, so. John? Truth or dare?” Hale says.

“Dare! I’m a daredevil! Give me a dare!” Laurens says.

“Alright,” Hale says. He grins. “I dare you to kiss Alexander!”

“What?” Hamilton and Laurens both shriek.

“You heard him!” Meade says with a laugh. “Kiss him, Laurens!”

Laurens glances down at Hamilton hesitantly. Hamilton’s cheeks turn red, red as his hair. Hamilton presses his lips together, eyes wide. Laurens clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

“Are you uh...are you sure you want...”

“It is a dare,” Hamilton agrees. “Might as well get it over with...”

“Right...” Laurens says.

Hamilton and Laurens stare at each other for what seems eternity. After a while Hamilton inches his way closer to Laurens, swallowing nervously but never taking his eyes off of Laurens’s. Laurens swallows when he feels Hamilton’s nose agaisnt Laurens’s. Their lips almost a breath apart.

Laurens grins and so does Hamilton. Hamilton leans in closer, angling his face. Laurens’s eyes flutter close as he inches closer. Laurens and Hamilton both close their eyes at the same time, tilting their heads slightly before finally pressing their lips together.

The boys whoop and holler, cheering Laurens on. Hamilton giggles into the kiss, cupping both of Laurens’s cheeks while Laurens slides his hands up into Hamilton’s hair. Laurens grins, deepening the kiss. Hamilton smiles agasint their lips.

After a while, the two slowly pull apart for breath of air. Hamilton giggles as Laurens presses his forehead agaisnt Hamilton’s.

“Wow...” Laurens breathes. “Wowzza...Wow...Wow...”

Hamilton giggles as he looks up into Laurens’s eyes and tucks a loose strand of blonde hair behind Laurens’s ear.

“Wow...” Laurens says shakily. “Can I kiss you again...?”

“I didn’t say you could stop,” Hamilton says.

Hamilton smashes his lips agaisnt Laurens’s again. Laurens happily returns the kiss.

When they pull apart again, Hamilton giggles once more, tracing the crookk of Laurens’s jaw.

“Hey...” Hamilton whispers.

“Hi...” Laurens says.

“Jack...?” Hamilton breathes.

“Yes?” Laurens says.

“I...I love you...” Hamilton gasps. “I love you, John...I love you...”

Tears start to prickle in Hamilton’s eyes. Laurens grins and presses his lips to Hamilton’s once more.

“I love you too,” Laurens says, “So much.”

Hamilton yanks Laurens down by his shirt collar and Laurens pushes Hamilton gently down on the couch, moving his lips to Hamilton’s jaw and neck and shoulders.

“Okay, okay!” Meade says, getting up from the couch instantly. “We didn’t ask for a live makeout session!”

Laurens and Hamilton both chuckle. Laurens, above Hamilton, stares into Hamilton’’s dark blue eyes. Up close, Laurens sees a light shade of violet. A unique color. Laurens wonders how come he never noticed it before.

“I love you,” Hamilton whispers, cupping Laurens’s jaw. “I love you, Jack...”

Laurens grins as he kisses Hamilton again, hard and firm.

“I love you too.”

A pause.

“My dear boy.”

#lams #lams oneshots #anon requests #anon asks #this took me longer than expected #this took me so long #but it was worth it #lams modern au #high school au #lams high school au #teenager au #fluff #fluffy

25 notes · View notes

aidede-camp · 3 years ago

Text

I LIIIIVEEEE… and I bring you this 🥺

✨When you rush out of the locker room to catch the pretty nerd that walks by everyday at the same time.✨

#alexander hamilton #historical hamilton #john laurens #historical lams #historical john laurens #aide does art #lams #hamilton au #college au #high school au

151 notes · View notes

rdotvel · 2 months ago

Text

a very dumb minicomic my apologies

+ john’s artstyle

#hamilton #hamilton au #hamilton high school au #hamilton musical #high school au #rdotvel #john laurens #marquis de lafayette #lams sneak

63 notes · View notes

hammyham-o-o · 10 days ago

Note

Lams

BINGO ‼️

LAMS LAMS LAMS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ I will forever ADORE this ship guys 🔥

(btw this is for both Musical and Historical lams, since it wasn't specified! I love both in slightly different ways)

Besties as in "Besties" as in best friends to lovers and "they were roomates" 😏

THEY'RE SO TRAGIC :(((( I love it so much but the amount of ANGST from these two men... did someone say internalized homophobia, one dying far too young and the thoughts of what could have been haunting the survivor's adult life? I could write PARAGRAPHS about the tragedy that is lams and its historical significance (and have before for a google form that I'm pretty sure was by @ashlamsms LOL)

They're also just sweet :-) musical lams fluff my beloved~

HOWEVER on that note I did colour in a tiiiiiny bit of the fandom ruined it solely for the occasional over-twinkification and character simplification (cough cough I'm looking at you turtle Laurens) BUT this is only SOMETIMES (I'm a sucker for a well characterized high school au) Also the creativity of the lams fandom?? INCREDIBLE there are SO many well written fics about ANYTHING you can think of (I love you guys sm)

#ask me about a ship and I'll fill out the chart!! :)#Probably won't ramble for as long as this one though LOL I just love lams #thanks for the ask!! <3

5 notes · View notes

jackhues · 2 years ago

Text

buttercup's world! au - love you dad

notes: i was bored so just made something cute. let me know if you guys like this and want more of this kinda stuff! also this takes place around buttercup being in high school/college

let me know what you guys think of this!! should i keep doing stuff like this or no??

likes are good, reblogs are better!!

buttercup's world! au masterlist

join my main taglist!

tags : @woodruff-edwards , @austinbutlerscaresme , @svechnikovvv , @hockeyboysarehot , @emptyflowerpots , @mysticaldonkey , @lam-ila , @babydollmarauders , @starjoyyy , @kjohnson-91 , @celebrinis , @hischierdevils , @jackhughesily , @panarin10 , @equallyshaw , @power2myheart , @lynnismypseudonym , @beccaiscold , @akengii , @hischierhaze , @cinnamonpancakes , @mitchymainer , @lifeofpriya , @marshmallow-babe, @hughesx3 , @emsully2002 , @starsandhughes , @huggy-hischier73 , @doglady5678 , @thatoneblog , @exonct07 @hughesmedicine , @qwanelledingele , @mindless-rock , @ireadthensuetheauthors , @huggy-hischier94, @slaythehousedownboots , @diary-of-jj , @trevzeags11 , @cole-mcward48 , @al-lie-cat , @Eagerkyra

join my main taglist!

#buttercup's world! au #naqia's au's!#dad!sidney crosby #sidney crosby #sidney crosby blurb #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby tiktok edit #sidney crosby social media edit #nhl imagine #nhl edit #nhl tiktok edit #nhl social media au #hockey imagine #hockey edit #hockey #hockey social media au

171 notes · View notes

fandomlockedfan · 5 years ago

Video

tumblr

imagine your otp tho.

(credits goes to Chasty Gwen Pacia at facebook)

5K notes · View notes

anotherhamiltonblog · 4 years ago

Text

Foreign Touch ch 2

Chapter Summary: Thomas needs a favor, but will Adeline give him the chance to ask? What could Thomas want?

Warnings: Once again, I didn’t proofread. Sorry <3 some cute shit, but y’all will see for yourself. HEHE

Word Count: 1,230(Give or take... idk i forgot)

Previously

Y/N didn’t know why, but she found herself always running from Thomas Jefferson. It wasn’t that she personally had anything against the man, Y/N just didn’t want the unnecessary drama that comes her way because of her brother. Alex was many things, one of those many things was him being a total drama queen. It was quite sad really, that the man would actually bitch and complain to her about Thomas and blah blah blah.

Sighing, Y/N looked at her phone for a few minutes before shoving it back into her pocket. Fixing the strap of her bag over her shoulder, Y/N made her way to the football field where cheer practice was taking place. She had just come tutoring a few kids a grade below her and so Y/N was trying her hardest to try and rush so she wouldn’t be even more late.

“Y/N! Yo, wait up!” a voice called out to her, turning to see the one and only Thomas Jefferson. Y/N shook her head.

“No can do! I’m late already. Byeee!” She waved her hands and rushed even faster.

Making it out on the field, glad she changed into her workout clothes before going to tutor, the h/c girl shrugged out of her jacket and threw it down to the ground along with her bag and rushed over to be with the rest of the cheer squad.

“Hamilton! You’re late!” the coach yelled out to her, raising an eyebrow, stopping Y/N from giving an excuse as to why she was late. “Two laps around the field. GO!”

With a sgh, Y/N started her run. Honestly, she should have seen this coming. Y/N missed the warm-ups and so this was going to be the closest thing to a warm-up she would get.

Tying up her hair in a tight ponytail as she started out in a slow jog, Y/N pulled off her oversized shirt, so she was wearing just her purple racerback sports bra crop and black leggings. Shirt held tightly in her hand; Y/N was slowly gaining speed as she ran. Focusing on her breathing. Never realizing the football team coming out onto the field as she was in her zone.

It wasn’t till after her run and joining the rest of her squad did Y/N finally see the guys of the team. They were doing their own workout on the other side of the field.

Catching a certain males eye, Y/N looked away and started on the cheer they had been practicing for a while.

“Y/N! Top of the pyramid!” “Nicole! Lift her foot higher!” “Brenda! Put your back into those flips!” “Dylan! YOU ALMOST DROPPED Y/N CAREFUL!”

Those were the commands from Coach Stone. By the time 5 o’clock hit, the girls and guys of the cheer squad were out of breath.

“Good job everyone! At this rate we’ll be ready for the first game of the season this Friday!”

With that said, everyone made their way to their things to make their way home after a tough practice.

“Damn, y’all almost looked like you worked out as hard as us.” a voice caught her attention, making Y/N snap her head up at the source. Only to narrow her eyes.

“Oh please, you and your little buddies couldn’t do what we do if you even tried.” she smirked and shrugged, pulling her shirt over her sweaty body and tugging her jacket over it. The cold wind caused goosebumps to form over her arms.

“Anyways, as awesome as it’s been to talk to you... Oh wait, it hasn’t been awesome. Bye now!” Y/N laughed and grabbed her bag before starting to walk away.

“Yo, Y/N wait up. I need a favor to ask you!” Thomas called out after her, yet as he stepped closer to the girl. His coach called him back to the field.

That just caused Y/N to laugh and make her way to the parking lot where her car was waiting for her. It was Wednesday and all Y/N wanted to do was go home, shower, eat and watch T.V. Seeing as she finished her homework while she was tutoring.

»»-————　♡　————-««

Being in an empty house, freshly showered with only a night gown on and her robe on covering her night wear. Y/N found herself in the kitchen, stirring the pasta sauce she had been making for her dinner. Her parents were out for a date night, Alex was with John. Y/N was glad she could have some down time.

Hearing a ping from her phone, the girl sighed and went to check who was bothering her. Not knowing who the heck the number belonged to that was looking for her.

After seeing who was texting her, Y/N was quick to tell them that she was not the person they were looking for and silenced her phone.

After having her pasta and cleaning up the kitchen. Y/N groaned when she saw that Thomas wouldn’t stop messaging her. Blocking his number, Y/N tossed her phone to the side and wrapped a blanket around her body. Turning on Supernatural on the tv, she cuddled into the blanket and pillow before laying on the couch and watched the show.

It wasn’t much longer that Y/N felt her eyes drop close and she fell asleep.

Laughing and running around, holding a water gun, Y/N ran away from someone. The two laughing and she hid behind a tree.

“THAT’S IT… I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUAL.” Y/N yelled out and smirked at the male before her.

His curly hair was dripping wet, curls perfectly forming around his face as he stood there shirtless. Thomas raised his eyebrow as he eyed her. “A dual?” he asked grinning. Watching as Y/N nodded grinning.

“Mmhm… each of us get a water balloon. Take ten steps from each other. On ten, we turn and throw the water balloon.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

That’s how the two found themselves holding a water balloon. Thomas holding a purple one while Y/N held a green on. Each balloon filled with water.

“One”

“Two”

“Three”

“Four”

“Five”

“Six”

“Seven”

“Eight”

“Nine”

“Ten paces… FIRE!” They yelled and at the same time the two threw the balloon and as if it was all in slow motion. The green balloon hit Thomas right across the face while Y/N managed to dodge the purple one.

“That’s it sweetheart! You’re gonna get it!”

With wide eyes, Y/N dashed off laughing and squealing as she tried to escape Thomas’ hands, sadly for Y/N she fell down and Thomas was on top of her tickling her until she was out of breath.

“You give up?” he asked, laughing as she squirmed underneath him.

“YES! “was all Y/N could respond with in-between her laughter.

When Thomas stopped, he leaned forward, grinning at Y/N until their lips were almost touching. “I win sweetheart…” he whispered, and their lips connected.

Gasping and sitting up, Y/N looked around the dark living room. Wondering where the hell that dream came from and why Jefferson out of all people. Glaring as Dean Winchester was lip-locking with some girl on her screen. Y/N got up from her bed and shut the tv off, muttering under her breath that it was Deans fault for that dream.

Little did she know that a few streets away at the Jefferson household, a certain boy was sitting up on the couch thinking about the dream he just had. Confused as well.

Next Chapter

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @ballerinafairyprincess @criminallyhamilton @slytherinssssnake @youtxbemusic @i-honestly-dont-know-anymore @yes-i-know-im-weird-blog @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @wtfevenismypage @sabbrriiinnaa @1elysium @exquisite-dreamer @i-know-i-can @exquisite-dreamers @ 0-flamingo-0 @marie-is-in-the-dark

Don’t forget to Like, Reblog and send Feedback! My asks are also opened and so is my IM!

Much love from me to you!! ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

175 notes · View notes