#lol my guy maybe turn those uncle glasses onto yourself a bit

[ancientstone]

Do you ever think about how Jiang Cheng would forgive literally any mistake of Jin Ling's, but continues to tear himself apart over his own mistakes at the same age in harsher circumstances...

[laketaj24]

Marked

Author’s Note: Hey! This piece was requested, and I decided to make it a few parts. So here is the first, and this part is based on one of my favorite songs, Slow Dancing in a Parking Lot. I really like hometown, slow country ass romances lol. So this is what I am giving you! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Reading! (My taglists and requests are open!)

Warnings: Public Sex, Fluff, Language, Dubcon, OMEGAVERSE

Pairings: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega!Reader

M A S T E R L I S T

“Hi.” You waved at your new neighbor. The small family of four seen you a total of seven times and still had not introduced themselves once. Where was the small-town charm you’d seen in all those movies?

The man looked to you first, tall and muscled he waved. “Good morning!”

“Morning!” You yipped, finally, some interaction. “Your family is beautiful.” Those were the only words that you could think of besides saying something about the weather.

“Thank you, how are you liking Longview?”

“Love it.” You lied. It had been two weeks, you’d left the house a total of three times and each time you got lost. “It’s beautiful here.”

The drizzle of rain started overhead, it always rained in Washington, maybe that’s why you stayed in all those days without hesitation. It was sunnier in Southern California, and there was always something to do, here it was the opposite.

“That’s wonderful,” he yelled before ducking into his blue minivan. Your neighbor waved quickly as he backed out of his driveway and onto the road.

The family next door was the only one for about five miles, besides the one across the street, and he never really made an appearance other than coming home from work. You liked to people watch, it was easy to do when there were only two houses to watch. You made your way back into the house, nursing the warm cup of coffee.

When you moved here, you were no stranger to the place. Summers had been spent here with your uncle, sometimes holidays, and upon his death, you inherited the house that gave you some of your fondest memories. Building a life here was what you were intended to do, and you didn’t really have a choice, it had all fell apart everywhere else you went. This inheritance was your one get of jail free card, and it came right on time.

Longview didn’t hold much, two grocery stores on each side of the town, one bookstore, three churches, and one bar called the Sly Tree. These things you’d remembered because they held an interest and you had planned to visit them all. Tonight it was Sly Tree.

 The yellow crop top looked good against your honey-colored skin and with the slight inch of your mid-drift showing it gave the illusion that you were a good girl who’d come to play, or at least that's what you wanted it to mean. Who knew if they took it that way, you sat at the bar. There were a few more people in the place, but none that piqued your interest. The bartender tapped your glass. “Refill?”

“I can’t.” you shook your head, there was no hope of you getting home safely with another drink in your system. “But thank you.”

“You moved into Harper’s old place?”

“Yes, he was muy uncle.”

“Good guy, he always came in here on Sunday’s spreading lies about wolves.” The bartender was friendly enough, the cute smile and wide eyes caught your attention, but he was young.

“He told me about those damn wolves.” You giggled. They were all around the property. Hence the reason you opted to not have a dog, coming home to a missing dog was not your intention.

“crazy man, good, though.” He handed you a sprite. “Drink this.”

“Thank you... what’s your name?”

“Cody.”

“Nice to meet you, Cody, is there anything fun to do around here?”

“A few towns over, maybe.” He shrugged a matter of fact and exhaled. “Hunting is pretty cool, though? You should come in one day?”

“I’m certain she doesn’t mean killing deer.” The smooth voice came from the right of you, the familiar face of your quiet neighbor actually brought some light to your life. Maybe you wouldn’t have to feel alone after all.

“Hey.”

“Hey, neighbor,” he smirked. “A beer, please.”

You’d never talked to him, only observed from afar, and there was much to observe. He was tall, strapping with broad shoulders, a body that made you think unsavory things and, unlike the family man across the yard, unattached. “So, you do know that I’m there?”

“How could I not?”

“You never speak.”

“Haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Opportunities have been available, Cavill.” You said his last name thinking of the gray mailbox it was engraved in.

“Hmmm.” He placed the bottle cap of the beer on the table and took a swig of the beer. “You like to hide in that house of yours, I didn’t want to bother you.”

“I could say the same about you.”

“I’m Henry, and if I am not mistaken, you’re Y/N.” Henry swiveled in his chair to face you. “Your uncle spoke highly of you.”

“That’s good to know.”

“So, you’re in a bar on a Wednesday at eight, cabin fever must’ve set in?”

“It did.”

His car smelled of cedar, and you loved it. You sunk back in the passenger seat and kicked your feet up on his dashboard. The small city passed by, and for once in your unsettled roused life, you felt at ease. There was only one red light but about five intersections that lead you in a circle.

“Where are you from?” Henry asked with his arm hanging out of the window, his fingers waving as the window passed through them. “Technically, I’m from Georgia, but I lived in California for almost four years.”

“So. Cal?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I didn’t.” he laughed. “But I’ve always wanted to use that abbreviation.”

“Good sentence, no one calls it that by the way.”

“Then how was it a good sentence.”

“I just didn’t want to diss you all the way.”

“Ah, the courtesy country girl, I lucked out.”

“Thank you.” You bit your lip. “You go to the gym often?”

“Never.” Henry laughed. “I run and lift trees.”

“All this comes from that?” It was impossible not to touch his arms, they looked terrific through the tight-fitting grey shirt.

“Five years of it, yes.”

“I guess I lucked out.” You whispered with a small grin on your face. “Where are we headed?”

“Right over there.” He pointed to the grocery store parking lot, and the car headed that way. You had never been parking, but you’d heard of it just not in a place this obvious.

“There are no lights in that parking lot.” You chuckled. “Choosing dim-lit places like this on purpose?”

“Definitely.” the half cocky answer was coated with sarcasm. Henry didn’t seem like that type. He parked the car and turned the music down. “Now, you tell me one of your favorite songs.”

“Does it have to be fast?”

“It’s totally up to you.”

“I’m drawing a blank here,” I said after a few seconds.

“I’ll pick one, you keep thinking.” He strolled through his phone, and then the slow music came through the speakers. henry climbed out of the truck, walked over to your side, and opened the door. “Dance?” He asked.

“I suck at it.”

“Good, I don’t have to whip out my Footloose moves.” He winked as he helped you from the truck into his hands. Sweet guys like him never seemed to come your way, not in Georgia, California, or any of the other places you’d been. He was novel.

He moved as if he actually could dance, pulling you against his chest and swaying playfully to the music. The song was lulling, complementing the atmosphere of the night.

“So, where’s your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?”

“Someone as perfect as you have to be in a longterm relationship contemplating marriage.”

He laughed, shaking his head, his eyes flickering amber in the light for a moment and then back to their normal state. Henry’s fingers intertwined in yours. “I have no one, and if I did... I am certain you’d of seen her by now.”

“Just checking.”

“What else do you want to know?”

“What can you tell me?”

“I drink every Saturday night. I get in lost in the color brown, it’s the prettiest color... Trees, dirt all beauties often overlooked, but they’re the most important ones. I sleep with the air on me. I wake up super early, walk to the river and piss every morning. I like to sing in the shower, but I suck at it. I like you.” The vomit of words was the most alluring thing you’d heard since you came here. Henry twirled you around and pulled you back to him.

“You tell every girl you take home these same lines?”

“Just one.”

“You’re smooth with your lines Henry...”

“I can still break out my footloose moves if you want?”

“No need to...” You smiled. “This is better.”

“Good. I haven’t stretched just yet.”

You shouldn’t have kissed him, your hands shouldn’t be gripping his curls, and you definitely shouldn’t be hoisting yourself upon him, but here you were doing all of it and importantly enjoying it. Your tongue lightly swiped his lips before it was met with his and a small groan. Five hours ago, you met him. You didn’t know his last name or if even shared your beliefs, but you wanted to fuck him.

“How are the public indecency charges around here?” You whispered.

“I haven’t been charged with that one yet.” He carried you to the passenger’s seat.

“There’s a first for everything.”

“I know the sheriff.” he laughed. “I think I can get us out of it.”

Everything was rushed, but it didn’t stop you from deepening the kiss and tugging on his belt buckle.

“You sure you want this?”

You press your palms into the leather seat, and he pulls your pants down to your ankles. “I haven’t been sure of anything else.” You giggle as you rock your hips against him, grinding your mound against his hardened cock. He pushed your panties aside, rubbing the head of his cock against your lips and hoisted you up.

“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.” he pushed inside of you, throbbing and suppressing a carnal growl.

You sunk your teeth into his shoulder when he pulled you down on his cock and began to fuck you. Then his eyes met yours, and they glowed in the dim light of the parking lot, it was surreal animalistic. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you moved in...” He fucked harder, bouncing your tits in your bra. “How I wanted to fuck you and make you mine...” he grunted.

Your head fell back in ecstasy, and he rubbed his nose down your face before his tongue licked down your chest.

“Your fucking scent.” He growled, rutting into you. “You don’t even know what you are... sweetheart.”

“What am I?” You whispered.

“Mine.” Henry’s teeth bit into your skin, and you squealed. “Omega.”

His eyes shifted again in the light, and his teeth were still in your flesh.

“Omega?”

Your uncle used to talk of omegas, again when he was drunk... You pull away from him, but he continues to fuck you. “Henry.” You moaned. “Fuck! Henry!” You feel him swell inside of you.

Henry’s bitemark was fresh on your chest as was this inflamed urge to ride him harder, your body willed as if it could not stop. “Feel it.” He commanded. “Your body knows you’re mine too.”

“Ohh, fuck!” He grew bigger, swelling as he thrust faster and then locking into you. “Don’t cu-.”

Henry’s hand clamped down over your mouth, and he shuttered, your body shuttering, joining his climax. The warmth of his cum was soothing, fucking made you want to cum again. “Get dressed.” he kissed your lips. “Now.”

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You Again (3)

Ok so as y’all have probably noticed I’ve been very much in my Chris feels lately and I just want to apologize really quick for the spam lol. Eventually the stories for him won’t be as frequent, however when that will be idk 😅. Hopefully you guys don’t mind though and again sorry for the spam!

Pairing: fratboi!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None💕!

“Ok so we talked about the basics like position and function, now I think we should add if there’s any diseases that affect it or what could happen if it’s damaged like with Phineas Gage and the iron rod,” Chris explains taking turns looking between you and his laptop screen.

“Oh, um yea that sounds good,” you respond slightly caught off guard from how well everything was currently going. You had your notes lying in front of you to make sure you were putting the correct information on the slides, but you honestly didn’t need them from Chris recalling everything, word for word, from memory as if he was a human textbook.

“What, surprised that I actually know something sweetheart?”

“No, I know you’re smart and have since we were little it’s just...you say and do dumb stuff sometimes, which can make some question that.”

Chuckling as he places his hand over his chest; you find yourself giggling as you’re immediately brought back to when you were kids. Even then, you thought his laugh was adorable and even tried to copy it, which Chris took the wrong way and thought you were making fun of him.

It was your first fight and you practically begged him as tears streamed down your face to understand that it was a good thing.

Seeing you cry then made him cry, and of course after hearing about two distraught kids on the playground, your teacher took both of you aside to try to figure out what happened. Long story short, it was a very eventful recess.

“Wris sing!,” his niece, Alana, excitedly announces running up to her uncle’s leg.

“Not right now Stink I’m working on something ok? Maybe later.”

“Tay,” she sighs, disappointment over her face as Chris picks her up to rest her head on his shoulder while he continues to type.

“Wait sing? You sing?” Sitting back in your seat with arms crossed over your chest, an amused expression covers your face.

“I mean not on the regular, she just likes this song and wants people to sing it with her so I’ll do it sometimes. But we’re working now so don’t get your hopes up about a full routine.”

“Actually I think we deserve a little break from all this excruciating work we’ve done. Don’t you Alana?”

“Yea!! Wris sing!”

“Yea c’mon Wris,” you smirk as she pulls his hand towards the play room. A large sigh escaping his pink lips, his eyes stay glued to you for a few extra seconds as if thinking of something before smiling at his niece as he stands from his chair to follow behind.

“You know what? Why don’t we have Y/N sing with us too?”

“Yay!!”

“Oh no, you don’t want to hear me sing. I’m sure you’d rather want your uncle.”

“Nonsense! The more the merrier right Stink?” Grabbing your hand, he leads you to the light pink playroom littered with various toys along the cream colored carpeted floor and books perched on white shelves lining the wall.

Turning on the small circular speaker sat on one of the shelves, upbeat music begins to fill the room as she bounces up and down clapping her hands. Walking up to his niece as he sings, he takes her small hand and twirls her around making her giggle.

“I'm telling you, darling

The minute you're calling

I'll be there in a hurry,

No matter how far

It could be to the stars

Yeah, I'll be there, don't you worry,

With you I stay fly

To the sky

With you I stay fly

To the sky”

Smiling as you watch them dance, you don’t know what surprises you more the fact that he actually sounded decent or that he was capable of doing something so cute and not annoying for once. Skipping over to you, Alana grabs your fingers pulling you over to their small group.

“Dance too!,” she giggles joining your hand with Chris’ as she holds onto both of your free hands making a circle with the three of you.

Lightly twisting along with her, all that can be heard over the music is all of your laughter and the occasional small thumping of her tiny feet hitting the floor after you and Chris lift her in the air.

Bending down, he picks Alana up holding her on one arm before twirling you with the other while she excitedly squeals. Making your way back around to face him, you momentarily lose your balance causing your body to press against his as you try to avoid stumbling.

“Careful sweetheart. You know you were always a bit clumsy,” he smirks making you roll your eyes before laughing at yourself.

“And what’s going on here?,” a voice asks from the doorway startling the both of you.

“Mommy!” Running up to the woman with similar features to Chris, Alana jumps into her arms kissing her on the cheek.

“Hey sweetie! Did you have fun with your uncle and his friend?”

“Sarah this is Y/N, we’re working on a project together so I invited her over.”

“Wait Y/N?! Oh my gosh it’s been so long!,” she smiles walking over to where you and Chris were standing. “I remember when you were a little girl playing with this pain over here. How’ve you been?”

“Good, just ready to graduate and be done with school.”

“Yea I bet, but you guys only have a month left so you’ll be done before you know it. Do you know what you want to do after?”

“Yea I’m hoping to be a nurse in the hospital or one of the clinics but then again we’ll see what happens.”

“Juice pwease!,” Alana interrupts with a smile making the three of you giggle.

“Alright sweetie it’s coming up. Were you guys gonna stay for dinner?”

“Nah maybe next time, I got a meeting to go to in a couple hours so we should get going. Bye stink!,” he answers tickling her sides. “Bye adult stink.”

“Be glad I’m holding a child right now,” she glares smacking his arm as he laughs. “Bye Y/N it was nice seeing you again and good luck with everything!”

“Bye pwetty!!,” Alana adds waving her hand.

“Thanks Sarah and bye Alana! Be good ok? Unless you’re with your uncle Chris then do whatever you want,” you smile making both of them giggle as Chris rolls his eyes.

———

“Trying out for Fast and Furious 13 are we?,” you ask as you enter the restaurant.

“Calm down I wasn’t going that fast.”

“Your foot was pressed so hard on the pedal I thought it was gonna go through the floor and you’d run the car yourself like Fred Flinstone.”

“And yet we still made it safe so you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about it sweetheart,” he smirks following you to the register.

“Aww look at you two! Me and my Harold fuss like that all the time,” a middle aged woman with glasses sitting at the bar smiles. “How long have you been dating?”

“Oh we’re-,”

“Six months and 10 days. But it feels longer which is crazy,” he interrupts putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Well I wish you guys many more months of happiness, and might I add you are a beautiful couple.”

“Thank you! I hope so too because heaven knows how I’d be if I lost her.”

“Yea I’d hate to be without him,” you fake smile as he kisses your temple. Collecting the last of her things, she hangs her purse on her shoulder before giving you both a final wave as she walks out the door.

“New rule,” you speak elbowing him in the side causing a small grunt to escape his lips before he chuckles. “Never do any of what you just did again. Now I need to disinfect my face when I get back to the room.”

“Jeez so violent,” he smirks rubbing his side. “This is how you show appreciation when I’m treating you to food?”

“Correction you treated me to a ride, but I can pay for myself.”

“I know you can, I’m just trying to pay you back for helping.”

“And I appreciate that but there’s no argument, I can get my own food,” you sarcastically smile.

“Yea there wasn’t an argument until you started one, like always,” he answers copying your expression.

“I don’t always start arguments-,”

“Oh my gosh Chris hi!” Turning towards the register, you see a familiar looking slender girl around your age carrying two red cups. Red hair pulled up in a ponytail, she rushes around the counter excitedly smiling as she places the cups down before wrapping her arms around his neck giving him a quick, yet very extra, hug. “That pool party was insane!”

“Ahh that’s where I’ve seen her from,” you thought as you stood listening to their conversation.

“I know right, we definitely gotta have another one soon. Oh Jessica this is Y/N, Y/N this is Jessica, you guys have probably seen each other around campus.”

“Yea I think I’ve-,”

“Hmm no I don’t think so, but anyway yes to another one!,” she interrupts immediately directing her attention back to Chris and making you silently laugh to yourself in disbelief. “Especially towards the end of the semester like maybe even after graduation!”

“You know that’s a good idea, I’ll talk to the boys about it and see what they say.”

“If it’s coming from you I’m sure they’ll say yes. Just make sure I’m invited.”

“Of course!,” he smiles making her blush as she twirls her hair with her index finger. Making eye contact with someone behind you, she removes herself from her trance before picking up the two cups now saturated with dew.

“Excuse me, I have to take these to a table really quick. I’ll take your order when I get back,” she smiles as she passes the both of you, purposely leaning more into Chris so she could graze her arm against his.

“Well she was nice,” you speak sitting in one of the empty barstools as you wait for her to return.

“Am I sensing a bit of jealousy?,” he asks propping one foot on the lower bar of your stool as he grabs the back railing, fingertips occasionally touching your back.

“You know what, yes I am jealous. Of the fact that she doesn’t have to be near you right now while I’m stuck here looking at your face.”

“First stalking now staring at my face?! I have to say I’m flattered.”

“Don’t be because I definitely have not, and will not, do any of those. Now I’m sure your little flirt buddy back there would happily do those for you.”

“I was not flirting, that was called being nice and charming.”

“Oh please, I was just about to ask should I leave with all her hair twirling and your ‘of course you’re invited, why wouldn’t I invite all available girls in the state?’,” you mock immitating both of their voices while scrolling through Instagram.

“Clearly you don’t know how flirting works so why don’t I demonstrate on you then?”

Looking up from your phone you’re met with crystal blue eyes peering down at you making you realize just how close you two actually were.

Inches from his chest, it was almost as if you could feel his cologne radiate off his skin with the slightest movement he’d make. His gaze becoming more intense the longer your eyes are locked together, it feels like you’ve been that way for minutes instead of only a few seconds as you slightly shift in your seat.

Even trying to talk now seemed impossible from your throat feeling like the Sahara desert at high noon.

“Huh would you look at that, she doesn’t have a comeback,” he smirks turning his attention from you to the sports headlines from ESPN scrolling across the television mounted high in the corner.

And just like that, Christopher “Party King” Evans had left you dumbfounded after taking away your power of always having the last word.

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Not a Couple

Character/Person: Alexander Hamilton

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Time: Modern

Reader’s Gender: Female

Warnings: Language, all of the hamilsquad minus hamilton love u like older brothers, light bdsm mention, hercules’ girlfriend “elizabeth” was the name of his wife way back then

Rating: M

Request: Could I request either #3 or #4 (maybe both lol) for Alex/Lin, whichever you prefer!

#3: “You’re so fucking full of yourself.” “Soon you’ll be too.”

Word Count: 4224

Summary: Hercules goes on his first date with his girlfriend and in an attempt to make things less awkward, invites Alex and you to the fair and as per usual, Alex is being cocky and you love hate it.

Hercules Mulligan wasn’t known for dating. His “rough and tough” demeanor scared away any potential suitors before they got to know the gentle, caring him and how hilariously good he was at tailoring clothes.

Before, he’s had about one or two girlfriends a year. Both lasting for only a few months before they decided they’d want a man who was more... Outgoing? Adventurous? You, personally, couldn’t see any reason for them to leave him.

You love Hercules Mulligan more than anything. He plays such a big role in your life and can have his big brother moments, and if given heavy amounts of liquor- will be that funny, drunk uncle you vividly don’t remember inviting, and can even act like a protective dad.

But at this moment. This very second.

With his eyes drooped and his hands fumbling and twisting as his fingers danced with each other yearningly, you adored him like a little brother.

You smile softly as he continues to spew nonsense about a woman he had apparently met a few weeks back.

“Hear me out, Y/N.”

You grin, bringing your steaming beverage up to your lips and sipping, “I’m listening.”

“She might actually be the love of my life.”

Your eyebrows furrow together slightly, wrinkling the skin sitting between them as you look around nervously, trying to find the right words. “That’s..”

Hercules presses a hand into the cold air and chuckles, “I know. I’ve said it before about my past girlfriends.”

“Yeah,” you awkwardly chortle.

“But I mean it.”

“Mm? How so?”

“She doesn’t have to put up this act or try to understand me or my humor. She’s just..” His hand dips into a circular motion, trying to piece together his thoughts. “Perfect.”

You widen your smile at your gushing friend.

“Y’know, I’m glad you really like her.” You pause, “I just hope she doesn’t turn out to be an asshole.”

He laughs through his nose and looks up at you for a beat before picking his coffee up from the table and holding it up, just above the height of your head. You raise an eyebrow and offer Hercules an amused expression; only to give in when he tuts his head so you, in turn, hesitantly raise your cup too.

“Here’s to hoping she won’t be an asshole.” He laughs.

“Hear, hear!”

After taking a hefty swig of your drink, you place it back down onto the glass table without releasing your hold, it’s hot air radiating and blossoming around your cold fingers. You shiver at the thought of going back outside and glance out at the rain, suddenly thankful that Hercules chose the table right next to the giant glass window as you hear the soft thudding of the rain and the fast, low hum of cars and people passing. You resist the urge to lay your head down and fall asleep to the soothing sound, instead choosing to (almost forcefully) look at the man seated right in front of you.

His fingers toy with each other, just as they did when he was talking about his new girlfriend a few moments ago, but this time- nervously.

He feels your gaze on him and proves his gut feeling correct when he quickly glances up to see you staring in curiosity. You part your lips to speak but he beats you to it.

“So, we’re gonna go on our first date this weekend.”

You open your mouth again, but this time in confusion. “Wait.” You sputter. “You guys haven’t gone on a date yet?”

Hercules can feel his face flush. His eyes dart off to the side stubbornly, “shut up. We want to move slow.”

You laugh and pat his hands gently, “aw I think it’s sweet!”

“Would you still think it’s sweet if you went with me?”

You pull your hands back from his, confused. “What?”

You watch as Hercules immediately jumps into excuse mode. Flustered and a mess, he tries to come up with some sort of excuse that justifies whatever just came out of his mouth.

“It’s just- it’s gonna be our first date and she’s so perfect I don’t wanna mess it up and oh my-” His string of mixed up words soon tumbles into random words and before his sentences can get even worse, you jump in.

“Okay, calm down.” You breathe in and out slowly, watching Hercules do the same in response, “it’s just weird if I’m just third wheeling.”

Hercules shakes his head so fast, you’re afraid his head would’ve flown off and crashed into the window and onto the rainy streets.

“No, no. I’ll invite someone else. Probably Laf or John.”

You let the idea sit for a while. What could go wrong? You’d be hanging out with your friends and helping Hercules compose himself in front of, what he described as “the love of his life.”

Didn’t sound that bad.

“So where are we going?”

You can’t help but let a giggle slip at the sight of Hercules. His eyes comically large and his grin big as he continuously thanks you and promises future gifts.

Only a few days had passed since the meetup and as excited as you were to hang out with your friends and subtly cheer Hercules on from the sidelines, a part of you just wanted to stay home, sink into your soft mattress and bundle yourself into your comforter. God, did that thought just make you wanna slip your shoes off and run home full-speed.

“You’re meeting Herc here?” You jump at the voice, getting pulled from your “bedroom thoughts” and now facing your friend, John, who looked at you expectantly.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “are you sure you can’t join us?”

John thins his lips before smiling at you, “yeah. I gotta watch my little sister, remember?”

You groan and slouch against your seat. Maybe if you didn’t move, John would be forced to drive back home or accompany you.

“Don’t make me kick you out of this car, Y/N.” He says sternly, voice hinting a bit of playfulness.

Okay, maybe not.

You pout, “pick me up at 11?”

“Pick you up at 11.”

John moves forward to kiss you on your forehead and you accept it, humming contentedly. “Okay, love you.”

“Love you!” John calls out as you slam the car door shut, barely able to make out the kiss he blew into the air through the heavily tinted windows.

After watching John leave, you slide your tiny backpack off your shoulders and move your fingers over the cold metal zipper, moving your chapstick and emergency pads aside to grab your phone so you could ring up Hercules and find out where you guys were meeting. You scarcely remember him saying something about the Ferris Wheel, so you take your chances and squeeze your way through the crowd of people to get to the center of the fair, where the wheel stood in all its glory.

But holy shit if that corn dog booth to your right didn’t smell amazing.

Deciding it wouldn’t hurt if you were a little late, you mutter soft apologies to the people standing idly so you could successfully get one of your hands on those little meat sticks that fucked with your senses oh-so wonderfully.

“Y/N?” A voice rings through the air, barely noticeable as it was nearly swept away with the other conversations around you.

You turn to see the owner of the voice and- oh!

“Hercules,” you smile and your eyes almost immediately shift over to the girl awkwardly clung to his hand. Undoubtedly, this was the girl with the perfect eyes and smile that he just couldn’t stop talking about.

You jut your hand into the air for a handshake, “hey, I’m Y/N. I’m basically his mom.” You wink, trying to ease her nerves.

She hesitates a moment, before letting out a soft laugh and taking your hand into hers. “Elizabeth,” she shyly murmurs.

You tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and move your gaze from Elizabeth to Hercules, “where’s Laf?”

He freezes, “about that…”

You tilt your head in confusion, “what do you mean ab-”

An arm slings around your shoulders and pulls you in close. The soft flesh of your face hitting the hard fabric of someone’s shirt. You press a hand against their chest and look up, eyes meeting brown ones accompanied with brown waves and a goatee.

You narrow your eyes slowly as the man’s mouth stretches into a shit-eating grin. “Oh, no, no, no.” You curse.

“God, did I miss seeing your face.” Alex mocks, taking a big bite out of the corndog he held in his free hand.

You force yourself to breathe in and out, slowly, to compose yourself and not embarrass Hercules in front of this new girl. But what the fuck were you supposed to do when Alexander fucking Hamilton has you smugly pressed against him. Just go with it?

“You surprised me, babe!” The words come out so harshly, you swear Hamilton had to take a step back in shock. Which he did.

Only for a second was he taken aback, only for a second, before his grin widens into a smirk and he leans in for a kiss.

You blink. Once. Then twice. You weigh in your options, one being you press the flat of your palm against your lips and just let him win; or you go in for the kiss and look at the dumbfounded expression on his stupid face.

Alright, Hamilton. Game’s on.

You let one hand slide over his cheek and rest against his jaw while the other arm hooks over the back of his neck to pull him closer so your cherry-tinted lips are in reach of his painfully boring pink ones. You let your eyes flutter close, a knowing smirk coming over your face as you can feel his mouth open to form the shape of an ‘O.’ His grip loosens on your shoulders and he moves away from you. You don’t even think about giving him the chance to question you or say some snide comment before you retract your hands and bring them together in a clap, momentarily moving to stand on your toes as you look at your friend who had stared back at you as if you had grown a second head.

“So, where to first?”

You hide a smile into the center of your palm as Hercules hands over the overly large teddy bear to Elizabeth. You watch as both of their hot breaths mingle and swirl in the cold air when they laugh, clearly fond of each other.

“You want one?” Alex asks, appearing at your side with a drink.

Your eyebrows furrow at him, “you know you have to win these, right? You can’t just buy them.”

“No shit.” He says matter of factly, already taking out his wallet. “Do I look stupid?”

Your mouth twitches upward.

“Don’t answer that.” He quickly adds.

You throw your hands up in defense, claiming that you weren’t planning to anyways.

After paying for five rings, he hands you his drink, leans forward on his elbows, and takes aim.

And misses.

You remove the lid of Alex’s drink and take a sip. You laugh into the cup of what you found out to be a vanilla milkshake when Alex’s ring bounces off of 4 coke bottles before slipping into the space between each, completely missing the shot. He does it 4 more times before finally landing one of the small, worn out rings on one of the thin coke bottles near the center.

You can’t help but giggle when he excitedly hands you the tiny prize: a miniature teddy bear with its hands bound with red ribbon. Alex leans in, lips brushing against the rose of your cheek, his childlike wonder suddenly gone.

“That’s gonna be you later tonight. Tied up, tiny, and vulnerable.”

Your breath hitches when he pulls back and searches your face for your reaction, not displeased with the results. His ego only inflates when he takes his milkshake back, only to find the stain your red lips made. “Well, isn’t that hot.” He jokes.

You roll your eyes and hand him the bear back, “I’m gonna go talk to Hercules. I’ll be right back.” You mutter, both dazed and determined to get him back.

Alex laughs to himself as he watches you saunter away, his own fingers subconsciously toying with the stuffed animal you returned to him. The look on your face playing on repeat in his head was enticing.

“Two and a half years.”

Alex takes a moment to look at the young girl who ran the coke bottle/ring booth. She freezes underneath his gaze and slaps a pale hand over her mouth, alarmed.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to say it aloud.”

Alex cocks his head.

She continues as if she owed him the explanation, “me and my brother like to play this game where we, uh, guess how long couples have been together. He said 4 months and I said... Uh, you know what I said.”

Alex chuckles after processing the woman’s apology, glancing down at the bear surrounded by ribbon he fumbled with. “Well. We’re not a couple.”

You had spent most of the night walking around a few feet behind Hercules and his new girlfriend, who had been carrying a bunch of gifts Hercules had won for her, and drowning out Alex and whatever he seemed to be ranting about. Something about overpriced fair food and drinks. It didn’t matter to you anyways. You were too busy thinking over ideas on how to get him back for that teddy bear incident that left you a little indifferent.

“Are you even listening?” Alex suddenly asks, pausing mid rant, face all red from talking non-stop.

“Did you really expect me to?” You raise a brow, hands still playing with the small red ribbon bear.

He ignores your remark to stare at your fingers toying with the object; staring at how delicate your fingers seemed against the soft fabric and how your fingers would slow when skimming over the scarlet ribbon, almost as if you were testing the silkness of it. Almost as if you wanted to know what it was like to be in that position, all tied up. He let his eyes drift from your hands to your unamused eyes, before grinning down at you.

“I mean, I bet you’d listen if I tied you up and blindfolded you.”

Your face flushes. You can practically feel your entire body just light up with excitement at the idea of your sight being temporarily confined while Alex did whatever he pleased.

“In your dreams, Hamilton.” Is all you can muster up, shoulders high in hopes that it’ll somewhat cover the red glow that conquered the regular hue of your skin.

“Oh, God, I hope so.”

You turn to glare at him as he smirks boyishly in response.

This had just been the beginning of the constant flirting Alex was laying down on you. And you just had to go with it, hoping Elizabeth wouldn’t sense the tension in the air and turn around to see you both glaring at each other with such hostility that she’d call it a night and dip. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin Hercules’ date with such a nice girl.

“You know, maybe you should really watch your mouth.” You lower your voice, leaning in closer so the cheery couple wouldn’t hear.

What you didn’t expect was the strong scent of pine and freshly printed books. You inhaled softly and subtly leaned in closer, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He didn’t.

“Maybe you should make me.” He dared.

You were getting more and more frustrated by the second. Sexually or normally? You didn’t know.

“God, you’re so fucking full of yourself.”

His grin widens manically, “soon you’ll be too.”

That catches you off guard. You knit your eyebrows together and open your mouth to snap back at him, “you cocky little-”

“We’re gonna go on that ride, you guys joining?” Hercules suddenly inquires, he and Elizabeth both facing you with pondering expressions. Except Elizabeth’s held more confusion, probably wondering why your hand was inching towards Alex’s face as if you were gonna slap him. You, too, were confused until you remembered that you had to play the role as ‘girlfriend.’

Alex returns his gaze from Hercules to you, “you joining, babe?”

Too stubborn to admit defeat and just tell Hercules’ date that you and Alex weren’t dating and just pretending so that it wouldn’t be awkward, you slip your hand into his pocket and fished around for his wallet before plucking it out, taking note of the way his thigh shifted at your touch and the way his jaw fell slack. His once smug expression seemed to be replaced with shock instead. You bit down on your tongue to keep from grinning in victory and instead pulled out the ride tickets before shutting the wallet and handing it back to Alex. His face remained in that same bewildered look while he followed you aimlessly to the ride, in tow with Hercules’ and Elizabeth. Huh. This is the most quiet he’s ever been.

After handing over the small green tickets over to the old man behind the operating booth, he did a once-over at the two of you before his thoughts came to a conclusion. He smiled warmly and tossed the tickets into the trash after scanning them for entry, “you two are so cute. Married?” Now it was your turn to be shocked.

Alex laughed it off while you reassured the man while violently shaking your head ‘no,’ prompting him to part his lips and squint in confusion. It took you a few seconds to realize he was staring at Alex’s tanned hand resting right on your hip bone. You pushed it off and fumbled awkwardly.

“We’re not even dating, sir.” Alex responds for you.

“Drop the niceties, it’s obvious.” He laughed, not even giving you a chance to respond before he ushered you two into the open gate so he didn’t hold up the line. “Have a good night.”

“Everyone thinks we’re a couple.” Alex comments, walking over to an empty seat and buckling himself in.

You roll your head on your neck to glance over at him with a completely deadpan expression. “Didn’t realize I was making it really obvious I’m in love with you.” You sneer.

He ignores that.

“Maybe we could prove them right. Just for a night, at least.”

You groan in disgust and disappointment. How could Hercules, one of your best friends and the sweetest guys you know, call Hamilton his friend?

“Is that really all you think about?” You narrow your eyes, not noticing the weird looks the worker who came by to check everyone’s seatbelts gave you. “Sex?” You continued.

The worker, sensing that this wasn’t really their business, scurried off to the far end of the gated area, to give their co-worker a thumbs-up and suddenly, you could feel your feet being lifted off the ground. Alex’s voice was enough for you to remove your eyes from the continuously shrinking ground to his face.

“Only when I’m with you.”

To say that ride was long would be an understatement. It felt like hours and hours of just sitting there, thigh-to-thigh with Alexander Hamilton while your head would accidentally fall against his shoulder because of the strong wind and you’d have to shout a loud apology or just pretend it didn’t happen. But what feels like hours to some people, feels like seconds to others.

“That was so fun, we should go again.” Elizabeth suggests, a little less shyly than she used to speak just a few minutes ago. Guess carnival rides really do bring out the fun part of you.

“Yeah, we can go,” Hercules beams down at her, considering she was relatively tiny compared to him. He looked like a giant. “Y/N?”

“Uh, I’m good.” You say, not even sparing a glance behind you to peer at your ‘lover.’

“We can watch your stuff though.” Alex offers.

Hercules smiles appreciatively and threw you a look that screamed very specifically, “see he’s not too bad.” And you immediately shot him one back that also screamed “bite me.”

“Thank you, Alex.” Hercules says, enunciating literally every syllable. “Then, after this we can go to the Ferris Wheel and get some more food. I’ll pay.”

Just like the old man dressed in wintery blue behind the operating booth, Hercules had already left before letting you respond to him, giving you no choice but to sit there alone with Alex and watch their stuff.

Then again, this could be an easy 5 minutes. Just sit there and go on your phone and text John and ask him how babysitting his sister was going. The last time you asked, he didn’t respond till another week because his sister had launched his phone out of the window and it landed onto the road right before a car had drove over it. Talk about bad luck.

“So, now that we’re alone..”

Speaking of bad luck.

“Hamilton,” you warn, still not looking at him and choosing to instead stare at your text messages with John from this morning.

“What’s up with you and my last name? That some kink you have or something?”

Your eyes gleam with a hint of mischief as you find an opportunity to catch him off guard. And you take that shit.

“Well, Hamilton, would you rather me scream that or Alex when you have me all alone in that Ferris Wheel cart?” You can’t help but let a little smile creep onto your face, no matter how hard you tried to fight it off.

You’re not disappointed with his reaction. His eyes widening like saucers and his foot springing an inch off of its spot on the ground at the thought of pressing your bare back against the small, cool metal of the cart and plunging into you repeatedly while you both tried to keep quiet and keep the small cart from rocking too much. He let his fantasies derail and he knew it because by the time he returned to reality you were nearly a centimeter from his face, fingers tip-toeing up and down his thigh patiently.

His eyes flashed with something, and for a second you were concerned. Just a second though. You battled his lust with yours and before you knew it, your fingers had reached his belt. Fingernails tapping against the metal of his belt with that clink sound was the only noise that filled your ears besides his heavier than usual breathing and you grinned wider at the idea of making Alexander Hamilton tremble beneath you and beg for release. You were just about to grope him (in public!) when you had remembered that Hercules and Elizabeth were going to return any moment and Alex groaned when you pulled away to fix your hair, just as your face was inching towards his.

Just like John’s tween sister that threw his phone out of a window, you had seemed to timed this perfectly because Hercules had returned hand-in-hand with the cute, small brunette still clung to his side. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Alex checking Elizabeth out and, annoyed, you step on his foot rather hard. As a reminder that she and Hercules were together or just to make you feel better, you didn’t really know.

“Hey, guys.” You stood from your seat and handed over the numerous teddy bears and other stuffed animals to the pair to harshly grab Alex’s hand and tug him so close to your body, you could practically feel his breath fanning over the back of your neck. “Ready to go?” You question, avoiding Hercules’ questioning gaze.

Elizabeth nodded excitedly, and not needing Hercules’ answer, you rush towards the most sought after, popular ride that really ties a night together.

Once you reached the booth, ignoring Alex’s many comments every few seconds such as “so eager, aren’t you?” Or the dirty things he’d wanted to do to you as soon as you stepped inside of that crate.

“So, should we take the same cart or-?” Your question was cut short when Alex had quickly jumped in and said his two cents-

“Separate. Definitely separate.”

You bite back a grin and ignore Hercules’ very confused expression directed towards you.

“Okay, uh,” Hercules presses a hand against the small of Elizabeth’s back, gently pushing her towards the small metal crate reeling to the bottom and slipped inside after handing the booth director the two owed tickets. You had followed quickly after, the next crate was a nice burnt orange. Not the obnoxious neon kind of orange, but a nice smoky orange. If that existed. Of course, color didn’t matter to Alex, as his mind was busy undressing you and fixing you into different kinds of positions he could twist you in. You roll your eyes at him as he winks at you and turn to hand your tickets to the operator that threw you a very suspicious look. To which you only smiled innocently in response, pulling Alex into the cart with you. After you heard the lock click and felt it start to move to load in the next riders, you turn to Alex.

“Ready, Hamilton?”

[purgatorily]

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Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

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LAST: 1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: well i don’t really talk on the phone (ever) but i skyped with a friend sometime last week so if that counts then yeah 3. Text message: my sweet friend isaiah! we were getting excited for bts’ comeback together haha  4. Song you listened to: agnes by glass animals 5. Time you cried: i believe it was wednesday? i got upset about chester bennington again:(

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: in real life, no (thankfully). i plan to play byron’s route in midcin again soon tho;) 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: i wouldn’t say “regretted” is the word. the guy who was my first kiss is kind of a wild card though so there have been times when i wished i’d kept my lips pure lolol 8. Been cheated on: no! 
9. Lost someone special: i lost my maternal grandfather when i was very young and a great-uncle on my father’s side 
10. Been depressed: when i first moved (two years ago now) i was very unhappy and buried myself in anime and tumblr and my writing just to get as far away from my new life as possible. but i’ve never been officially diagnosed with depression 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: ya girl is a very innocent one. i’ve only ever tasted the barest sip of vodka and spat it right now lolol

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: purple, yellow, light blue??

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: i guess? mostly i’ve just gotten rid of the toxic ones though ahaha 16. Fallen out of love: kind of. more like i let go of a love i’d been holding onto for far too long, which was a really good choice! 17. Laughed until you cried: definitely yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: LOLOLOL YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW OKAY EVERYONE IN MY IRL LIFE ARE DAMN SNAKES 19. Found out who your friends are: not really  
20. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: not in the last year

GENERAL: 21. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them lmao i don’t friend people i don’t know 22. Do you have any pets: 2 cats and a dog 
23. Do you want to change your name: not at all:) i don’t like telling people my full name but only because my best friend has only called me by it since i told him (many years ago) and so it’s become too precious for me to let people use lightly lolol  24. What did you do for your last Birthday: went to see a movie and hung out with my family (and started having an age crisis that’s still currently going on oops) 25.What time do you wake up: 7:30 during the week, 8:00 on the weekends. BUT right now i’m waking up earlier every day because i’m playing mystic messenger (gotta get all those chats ya know? 
26. What were you doing at midnight last night: watched johnny test to keep me awake till 00:00 for a chatroom in mystic LOLOL  27. Name something you can’t wait for: getting to zen’s route in 2 days lol 28. When was the last time you saw your mom?: this morning at breakfast 
29. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish i could be better at math and figure out the reason i have writer’s block rn. oh and also get the $79 VIP package for mysme 
30. What are you listening to right now: midnight movies by saint motel 31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: prolly idk 32. Something that is getting on your nerves: CHERITZ I LOVE YOU BUT HGS ARE WAY TOO EXPENSIVE AND HAVING TO TRADE A HUNDRED (100!!!!) HEARTS FOR ONE (1!!!!) HG IS UNREASONABLE PLEASE LOWER THE BAR JUST A TINY BIT 33. Most visited website: probably just google lmao or maybe otomeobsessed for game cheats oops 
34. Mole/s: too many to count? 35. Mark/s: a few on my face from a dog bite last year (nothing bad dw) and some on my knees from being a kid 36. Childhood dream: never really had one which sounds depressing but i don’t mean it to be haha 37. Hair color: brown  38. Long or short hair: im growing out an extremely short pixie cut but it’s just a little lower than my chin now! 39. Do you have a crush on someone: hyun ryu, gal gadot, jason momoa, jack lowden, fionn whitehead, derek hale....but no, not on anyone i actually know  
40. What do you like about yourself: im pretty tall so i like my legs. my hair is also naturally curly which can be rlly nice and i have small t*ts so my life is rather easy in that department lol. i also like how passionate i get about my interests! 
41. Piercings: three on each lobe of both my ears  42. Blood type: don’t know but i wanna find out!!  43. Nicknames: i have a friend who calls me cutie and there are more but i won’t say what they are ahaha   44. Relationship status: firmly disinterested in irl relationships due to my thorough dedication to albert, inuchiyo, nobunaga, and zen:)) 45. Zodiac: geminii 
46. Pronouns: she/her 47. Favorite TV Show: stranger things, bob’s burgers, lots of different anime  
48. Right or left hand: right 49. Surgery: never had it!! 50. Hair dyed in different color: i bleached, like, the bottom INCH of my hair a few years ago but it’s all gone now 51. Sport: i like figure skating (yoi anyone ahaha) and basketball/volleyball (because of knb and hq oh boy) 52. Vacation: i desperately want to visit japan (not because im a weeb or smthg stfu) and france and greece and italy and new york and yeah i just wanna travel 
53. Pair of trainers: 0

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: nothing currently 58. Drinking: nothing, again 
59. I’m about to: finish this and go to an open house for something secret:) 60. Want: to get a good enough score that fills all the requirements i need the next time i take the ACT 
63. Get married: maybe one day but not until i’m absolutely certainly in love 64. Career: like i said, i wanna travel, so maybe some kind of writing job where i need to travel for it? or something in social media or music. 
65. Hugs or kisses: i don’t like kissing anyone (besides an S/O) on the lips but i love hugs and cuddling from everyone 
66. Lips or eyes: eyes  
67. Shorter or taller: taller but i don’t really care unless the height difference is H U G E 68. Older or younger: again, doesn’t matter if the gap isn’t so big that it affects the relationship 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: stomach 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive like me 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship i guess but also i don’t like super lovey-dovey intensity   73. Troublemaker or hesitant: i try to be as levelheaded as i can be and i’d hope the person i fall for would do the same

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no sir 75. Drank hard liquor: no wayy 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: don’t need them anyway so 
77. Turned someone down: yep, multiple times but he doesn’t seem to get the message 78. Sex on the first date: uh no   
79. Broken someone’s heart: yeah kinda but he’s over it now so  80. Had your heart broken: when i realized i had to let go of my feelings for aforementioned-boy i stayed up really late crying but then i was like fine in a day lolol 81. Been arrested: no 
82. Cried when someone died: i probably cried when my grandfather died but i don’t remember. i’ve cried over countless fictional characters though 83. Fallen for a friend: yes but they’ve always liked me back so does that count?? i’d only fall for someone i knew and liked as a person anyway 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84: Yourself: i try to 85. Miracles: they go hand-in-hand with religion so (no offense) i definitely don’t.  86. Love at first sight: not really 87. Santa Claus: LOGICALLY i obviously don’t. but EMOTIONALLY?? yes, i am in fact still a six year old:’) 88. Kiss on the first date: i mean i believe that it happens obviously but i don’t know if i’d be comfortable with it unless, like i said, i’d already known the person for a while beforehand 

OTHER: 90. Current best friend’s name: jorge and he says that i’m art and that i sing like an angel and i love him he’s the best 
91. Eye color: brown (often described as amber by my mother) 92. Favorite movie: ferris bueller’s day off. i also like heathers and currently im loving spiderman: hoco and dunkirk

TAGGING: everyone lol im too lazy okay peace